Commivelist

Tragedy in the Park

That sweet girl! I know him very well. He's Jo. Soon this leg ran up to them and quickly raised a fist towards the man who dared to slap my idol girl. "Leave him alone. What kind of man would you slap a girl?"

The man fell down while holding the part of his face that was hit and then got up. "Who are you? How dare you interfere in people's affairs."

"Please, leave this girl behind" I said. Somewhat afraid to also remember my posture which is no bigger than him. "Please."

Not accepting with my words and blows, he also tried to retaliate. I quickly pulled the burly hand and twisted it backwards causing a crackling sound on the bone of his arm and curling the man's neck.

"Armgh!" screams bailed. He moved his hand trying to remove the grip.

"Leave him, or your life is up tonight" I whispered, strengthening my grip. I don't know what strength suddenly appears overpowering all fear.

"Le—let me go," said the man begging.

Loosen the clutches and pitingan. "Go away. Once again you slap him, don't expect to see tomorrow."

The man held onto his arm that I had just been curling with a fierce look. There was a feeling of shame and shame on his face.

"Go!" my spoken.

The man left us with an annoyed face. I noticed he was grumbling all the way to the car parked beside the park.

"Why?" ask the girl I was staring at earlier. I turned around, looking at Jo who looked annoyed. "Why do you have to get involved in all this? You shouldn't have interfered." Jo's voice sounded raucous. Round eyesstare empty. There was still a slap on her sweet face.

 "But I don't want to see you treated like that" I replied.

"Ah, done. Forget it," said Jo, turning around to leave me.

Like a magnet, my feet followed him. "meaning? Forget what?"

"Forget that we've met." Jo kept stepping.

 "No. I can't" my sergeant who is still running after her.

"Stop following me!" Jo still won't look at me.

 "Cannot. What's the matter with him?" ask me to investigate while still following him. All asked was walk—tak replied. I accelerated but could not reach him, making me even more furious. "Hey! You are mute, right? I asked no answer."

His steps stopped making me stare. Jo stared intently, her graceful face looking extremely emotional. "Hey! Are you not deaf? I told you not to follow me!" jo doesn't want to lose. He turned around and continued on, but a rock made him stumble and fall. "Aw!"

I quickly approached Jo intending to help her. But not a step closer, the girl had risen and continued to walk even though fresh blood came out of her injured knee.

 "Jo, you're hurt" I said speeding up. Jo just fell silent. I quickly took a step and pulled his hand. "Your wounds must be cleaned."

 Jo was trying to let go of my grip. "Deliver!"

I didn't answer his words. Strengthening the grasp made it even more furious.

"Are you really deaf?" the upset.

 "Whatever," I answered flatly, "I'll take you home. Your wounds must be cleaned immediately."

 Jo was forced to obey my words.

*****

I cleaned the gaping wound on Jo's leg with alcohol. His face was flat, showing no pain. I put a plaster on the wound and sat down next to it.

"Thank you," he said briefly not glancing at me at all. Oh gosh. He doesn't look like he's in pain. "I'm sorry about what happened."

"He's Doni, my sweetheart," Jo replied briefly.

My throat was suffocating hearing that. Knees feel weak, the heart beats faster. The mind turned chaotic.

"He forced me to accept an offer to star in a big screen movie" she explained.

"Why do you refuse?"

"Simple, I don't want to be known" he replied flatly.

"Who? Isn't it nice to be famous?"

"What's so good if every step everyone recognizes and follows us to ask for a picture? Not to mention being chased by news hunters."

 I lowered my head, contemplating his words, right too.

"Thank you," she softly remained unwilling to glance at me.

 "For what?" I raised my head trying to steal his sight.

"For your courage."

"Hhm, why don't you just stay? He's rude, you have to stay away from him" I said convincingly.

"No. He's the only one who loves me." His gaze was empty and straight regardless of what.

"If she's a baby, she won't treat you like that."

"Have you ever tried coffee?" jo asked as if to divert the conversation.

"No. I hate coffee. People say, coffee tastes bitter and I hate it."

"Either the slightest?"

"Yes" I replied briefly. I don't know where my silliness went.

"Life is like a cup of coffee. Initially bitter but if given sugar will taste sweet, they combine to create pleasure. Life is bitter, but we can determine our own happiness by continuing to be grateful," he explained at length, "with it beauty will be created by itself."

I kept silent to digest his words.

"Would you continue to hate coffee without even adding sugar and trying it?" jo said with a flat face, "In other words do not want to try and try to continue to be grateful to create happiness?"

"What does this have to do with Doni?"

"There," he replied, "he was rude, but his existence should be grateful because he was the only one who always supported me."

"Oh!" my snort was annoyed, "I want to support you with all the abilities I have. I love you."

"Save those words, you just admire me."

"It's not just a feeling of awe, but love" I said convincingly, "you see how he dares to slap you, what is love?"

"Go home. It's getting dark. Thanks for everything. I'm okay."

I got up from my seat, irritatedly approaching the door that had been following our conversation. "I hate you."

Jo's round eyes began to glaze over. "Whatever," he said flatly. Tears began to drip, dripping onto the surface of his jeans. I regrettably opened the door and left Jo alone.