ELLA AND MICHAEL

I'veuga! You're Coming for me!

“Gosh. I thought you were coming for me. I have been observing your writing for a long time. If observed, the mental state of an author can be read.”

“Hhh. Can you also read what I'm going to do now?”

“Hahaha. Don't touch me. I'm not gonna die alone. I'll drag you and Mr. Tom.”

The man laughed at Ella.

“You know why people call me ‘Suicide bomber’?”

“Maybe because you're a scoundrel critic who doesn't want to die alone, don't you?”

“Hahaha. If I open my mouth then your career will be over, Ella. You must know that very well.”

Ella just kept quiet and looked like she was planning something.

“People with anti-social disorder who do not know the innocence of small children, write fairy tale books for children.”

“What if that fact is revealed? Will you not be broken and suddenly poor? Hahahaha.”

The man threatens Ella with all the disgrace Ella has.

Ella was silent for a moment and looked around. He was looking for items that could be used to injure the man.

Ella also saw two pens located in the suit worn by the man.

“What do you want? Just say!”

“Hmm. I'm getting tired of this bribe. I wish you could be better for me. Being my comfort woman for example?”

Ella smiled and went down the stairs closer to the man.

Ella stroked the man's hair with her hand then went down to his chest and took out the pen located in his pocket.

“It was so easy to do. But I also..”.

Ella opens the pen lid, please,

“Can attack you with this pen.”

*WUTT!!!!

“Ooo…. AAAA!!!!

*BUK BUK BUK

Ella swung the pen towards the eyes of the man standing in front of her.

Although the pen did not hit the man's eye, the cardboard containing the money carried by the man fell and scattered.

“Goodbye, asshole!” mumbling Ella.

Michael had just arrived, had no time to prevent Ella, and had seen the man who had fallen on the floor, just below the stairs.

Michael looked down at Ella and shook his head.

Not with Ella who instead smiled and waved her hand at Michael.

Michael immediately called an ambulance to transport the man from there.

Ella and Michael saw the man being taken in an ambulance from the second floor of the building.

“He should have died. Why do people who deserve to die live so long? Disgusting!”

Ella nodded and walked away from Michael.

“Stop!” michael shouted after Ella.

Michael held Ella's shoulder from behind.

“What are you doing?” ask Ella.

“Pull breath!” Michael told Ella to take a breath and calm down.

“FUHHH!!” Ella did it by force.

“Gosh. You're not a child. More in!”

Ella began to take a deep breath and then exhaled.

“What will you...”.

“Close your eyes!”

Michael cuts Ella's words, and Ella complies with Michael to close her eyes.

“If you can't help yourself, cross your hands like this, then pat your shoulders in turn.”

Michael took Ella's hand, then put it across her shoulder, and patted Ella's shoulder.

“This will make you calmer.”

“What the fuck is this?”

Ella opened her eyes and asked.

“This method ‘Butterfly Hug’. It is used for therapy for patients who have trauma.”