Bad Girl Meet Karma's

13 | A Hug

Catherine Pov's

My eyeballs are perfectly rounded as if to get out of place, yes not as selebay that actually.

But still, looking at the figure that just passed in front of me making my body as stiff as mannequin, my tongue feels faint and my throat feels very dry.

Is that the person I lost all my life?

Is that the person who suddenly left me without cause?

Is that really my first love?

Is that really the hero of my family?

All those unanswered questions were cringing in my brain, with hasty, quivering footsteps, I ran towards the figure and immediately opened the door minimarket violently then stopped looking at the world around me.

But the figure had disappeared, like being swallowed by the darkness of this silent night.

Is it all just a hallucination of me being too confused about that figure?

I squatted in front of the minimarket door, I hugged my two white legs while hiding my face.

Now my tears escaped from where they should be, even though I was as strong as I could, but the tears were sassy still sliding from my eyes.

The quiet surroundings seemed to mourn with my sadness, the cold night wind seemed to calm my heart from the heartache of being abandoned by the figure of papa who I have loved with all my heart.

I don't know why lately I've always been emotional and the feeling that I have in my heart I can't control completely. Which makes me very upset and sick.

My whole body is shaking with sobs that I don't want anyone to hear or see.

My pretty face may be very bad at this time, because every time I cry my eyes are always reddened with a nose that secretes a sticky clear liquid and accompanied by my breath that seems to be chasing.

Even the mane of my shiny black hair was always messy following the look of my face.

If someone says your face is beautiful, then it is certain that the person is a big braggart or a blind person.

Don't trust that kind of person!

When I was preoccupied with the moment of sadness in my heart, I felt like something was looming high in front of me.

With a touch I raised my head that I hid, and the figure of a man with his black hair and his towering body now looked at me with a view that I did not understand at all.

I immediately wiped my clear tears that flowed swiftly, because I did not want others to see my weak side other than myself.

Why is he always there at such an unwanted moment?

"Crying on the street? Not very elite," he said which makes me want to claw his calm face.

I just kept quiet because I didn't want to change my mood for the worse. And a while later, the atmosphere returned to a silence that was only the sound of the wind and the sound of annoying insects filling it.

He kept me looking without looking at it, whereas I just looked away while rubbing back the clear liquid that came out of the hole of my life with the back of my white hand.

Not until five seconds, suddenly the man who made my feelings chaotic lately crouched the same as my position right in front of me.

He then removed some tissue paper from his jacket pocket, then rubbing the clear liquid that continues to flow which makes me glare in shock because of his actions that look not the slightest disgust when wiping the sticky liquid.

He then threw the origin of the tissue and returned my natep with a cold gaze, but tucked away a little worry that was inside his bright brown iris.

I don't know what happened to myself I don't know, but I know right now there is a warm feeling that reaches and reaches my heart and tickles it.

His words made my mood change instantly. And with impatience, my mouth returned his words. "You're like a little cake boy, it's none of your business!"

But instead of being angry or offended by my words, he carved a thin, almost invisible smile on his face that I admit is quite handsome.

It didn't take long, he grabbed me to get into his arms.

My eyes are now re-enlarged, the treatment of this man really makes me wonder, he hugged me tightly so that my head is standardized in his field.

My heart that was initially restless, now became calm and peaceful in an instant. It was as if my heart was exposed to a strange but real magic.

Not only my heart, but my whole body is now covered in a very comfortable warmth.

The man's palm is now turning to my hair buds, and stroking it slowly.

I returned the hug by putting my hands behind his back.

For some reason, right now I want the world to stop and let the warmth that envelops all parts of me last for a little while.

Like the world that only belongs to both of us, we both do not care that we are currently in front of the door minimarket.

The cold night wind and blowing quite strong is not enough to eliminate the warm feeling that I currently feel.

The man didn't say a word, he just gave me a hug which made me very comfortable.

And he seemed to know, that this hug is what I need right now. After a while this warm embrace lasted, finally the man took off his embrace and just looked at me deeply, without a word.

Ah, goddamn. That gaze along with the warm embrace he gave earlier now again brings the annoying longing and warm feeling back gnawing and controlling my mind and heart that sometimes contradict each other.

From now on, what should I do?

I betrayed my best friend's feelings with my own.

What a hypocrite I am.

...°°°...

"Sir, how long will you hide yourself like this? Are you not worried about him?"

"You don't have to worry. When the boy came to me, I could see great regret in his gaze. He can't possibly mess around" said the man who was casually drinking a glass of hot coffee while struggling with his work.

His eyes could not escape the folded object screen, and his fingers could not stop typing something on the board.

"But sir, what about the young lady? Will the young lady get used to such a lifestyle?" ask the waiter of the middle-aged man who is busy with his work.

"He must try to get used to it, because life is cruel and not as pleasant as he imagined,"

"Also Sir, Young Miss was born and raised with more than enough needs, how to get through life with less needs?" asked the waiter, looking very worried.

"That is my goal, that the child may know how to make money from his own hard work and sweat.

So that he can learn not to waste money on useless things, in order to learn to live independently, and to think about his future seriously," said the man explained his purpose which made the waiter next to him silent and did not make any more sounds.

The middle-aged man smiled, "Here you are, you don't need that much. I know what I'm doing, and I'm also doing it for his own good." the man continued his words and blew up the smoke that was billowing and floating on his coffee, and he continued, then take a sip back to keep his eyes fresh.

"Alright, Sir. But, rumors that our company has gone bankrupt have now spread in Indonesia,"

"Let it stay that way, for this incident to look more real." the middle-aged man chuckled so as to display the wrinkles that had been created on his face and his growing age.