Crazy Deal's

Glasses

Isabell entered the house while grumbling. He had not received an answer to the explanation he had demanded from Darren, but the man had already left and deliberately pressed the gas with full force to blow the dust into Isabell's face that was lacking in maintenance.

"Why is your mouth telling kamit?"

Isabell reflexively turned to the source of the voice. Austin was at the bottom of the last two steps, looking at him with a confused expression. The man then gave a glance around the room.

"I didn't see anyone?" muttered as he continued his steps toward Isabell.

"You said something?" Isabell made it clear that he did not really hear what his five-year-old fiancee said.

"I asked why is your mouth kamit?"

"Huh?"

"It's like reciting a spell."

"Did?" Isabell's nasal trunk was wrinkled while his nostrils were in bloom, doubling in size.

"You have a sixth sense?"

What kind of question is this? Isabell.

"No. But my five senses functioned perfectly even though my sense of vision was a little problematic and had to be helped with glasses. By the way, these are your gift glasses from three years ago." And it's your first and last gift. Keep Isabell in your heart.

Austin squinted, watching the glasses closely as he dug into his memory of exactly when he had gifted the geeky girl before him. Austin is not the kind of guy who bothered to give gifts to women. But his joy is not to be doubted if the woman makes him happy. There must be reciprocity. For him take and give it is necessary.

While Isabell never gave him anything other than sending messages regularly, once a week with the same words. He suspected Isabell of copying the message whenever he wanted to tell Austin. Uncreative and uninteresting. Yes, he already knows if the nerds do tend to be boring. Except for those nerds who used to go to school with Austin. The plain appearance that looks innocent turns out to be just a mere mask. There's an incredible wildness if they're wooed. A little disgusting and hypocritical.

Austin shook his head about the girls he thought were hypocrites. Is Isabell like that too?

He and Isabell never spent time together. It means he never took anything from the woman and he is not sure he can have fun with women like the model Isabell. Not because of Isabell's geeky appearance. Yes, although he admitted that the appearance is enough to support his passion flared. But the main reason, seeing Isabell, Austin always remembered the nuns. A holy woman who will not commit sins. So, when did he give Isabell those old-school glasses?

Uh! He snapped a finger after forcing his memory to remember. The glasses are his gift. Perhaps the first cheap gift he gave someone and also the first gift he gave to Isabell and indeed he chose directly. His goal was to taunt Isabell by deliberately giving him thick, very ugly glasses. Austin recalls that day he was dating the lover of one of his friends and his mother always called him, almost 20 times if he did not remember wrongly, forced himself to send her a gift on Isabell's graduation day.

"Ah, I think you can replace it. The handle was getting worn out, "he gave advice because he was annoyed by something he thought was unattractive.

"Yes, you're right," Isabell smiled broadly, pleased by Austin's response confirming that the glasses were true of the man. "But I won't replace it because I don't want to change the value of someone's gift."

Almost Austin clucked at the woman's cliche explanation. But, wait a minute, he seemed to have heard a similar silliness about the value of a pair of glasses.

Unable to remember who had a similar story about glasses, Austin then returned the main topic of their conversation.

"I thought you were an indigo man."

"Huh? How can you think like that?"

"It's possible that you could see goibs and befriend them."

"Hmm," Austin's mangosteen. "So you're singing?" Oh, my God, what am I talking about? Is it important that he sing or not?

"When do I sing?" Isabell was confused. What's wrong with the Willsons? One considers him a person with a mental disorder the other suspects he is an indigo human.

"Your mouth is muttering," Austin then cleared his throat when he found his gaze falling into Isabell's slightly gaping mouth.

"Oh, I'm just praying."

Yeah, she's a nun spec. Austin.

"Oh, you've met" Alena and her husband joined Isabell and Austin.

"We're talking" said Austin lightly.

"Yes, you and Isabell are supposed to spend a lot of time. From tomorrow, ask her out."

Austin swooped his brows but did not take out any words from his mouth.

"Four months from now your wedding will be held. Take the time to get to know Isabell." Alena smiled at her son as she rubbed Austin's burly arm.

"He must also know me before he goes any further, Mom." It sounded like a murmur that had a certain meaning.

"If you want Isabell to know you, you have to open yourself up, Dude." This time his father spoke. "Don't give a fortification, then have unlimited fun."

Austin snorted and left them, "I'm hungry."

"You'll have to wait a little longer, Isabell hasn't changed her clothes." Mother exclaims.

Austin stopped his steps and turned his body towards his parents and Isabell. "Since twenty minutes ago I asked you to cleanse your body, you've been wandering around in obscurity" he concluded with a cold tone. He turned around without letting Isabell explain.

"I lost my suitcase" Isabell said with a bad nose. "Maybe we should have dinner, Mom, Dad. I'll take a shower after dinner."

"No, no, you'd better take a shower. We'll wait." Alena called the waiter she ordered to deliver Isabell's suitcase, asking about the whereabouts of the suitcase.

"I forgot my room" I'm Isabell ashamed. "Five minutes, I'll be down after five minutes."

"Not to hurry, honey and don't run, Isabell. Careful."

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