ELLA AND MICHAEL
Jane Wept Over This Event!
Jane took off her blanket and sat down.
“Ella..”.
“Michael just mentioned his name. He didn't even look at me, just staring at Ella.”
“She talks formally to me, but talks casually to Ella. I'm very upset with that.”
Jane sobbed because she was still crying over the incident.
“Ckckckck. Is that what you need to cry for?”
“Mother! She was closer to me than Ella was before. Why did he call me formally, while calling Ella on a familiar call?”
“She also lent her clothes to the crazy lady. In fact, he bought the shirt while he was coming to the sale with me.”
“Why did he lend that shirt to Ella? How could Ella sleep in that room?”
Jane kept crying and couldn't take it all.
“Already. Michael must have had a reason to do that. Michael is not a man who likes to carry women carelessly.”
“Do not worry. You still have a chance to get Michael.”
Jane stopped crying for a moment and,
“How... How can Mom know?”
“Know what? About you liking Michael? Jesus, Son. Everyone here knows that you like it. Fast feeding.”
Jane's mother took a spoonful of food, and then fed it to Jane who was sitting on the bed.
Jane opened her mouth and ate a feed from her mother.
“Free if you hold it. Quickly express your love.”
“What if he rejects me?”
“Continue approaching him.”
“If she runs away?”
“Then chase to the end of the world.”
“Mother is also trying very hard to marry your late father. Come on, eat again.”
Jane's mother returns to feed a spoonful to Jane.
“Although that's the case, Ella grew up so pretty, didn't she?”
“What's beautiful? She is not beautiful!!”
Ella cried again and lay down, covering herself with a blanket.
***
That night, Michael and Jim were having a beer together at a small bar in the suburbs.
“You slept together? You guys dating? You like that psychopathic woman?”
“Are you drunk? What are you talking about?” Michael switched the conversation, as Jim asked him.
“Lantas why did you get on the bike to pick her up in the rain? If you don't like her, why did you take her to your room? Feeding and bed?”
“Are you doing charity or almsgiving? You have a religion now?”
“Give me the beer, Jim. Beer does not taste.”
Michael re-routed the conversation, as Jim began to corner him.
Jim kept some of the bottles of beer on the table away, so Michael wouldn't pick them up.
“Michael's. Don't do anything unusual. You can die if you continue like this.”
“MATI YOUNG, NOT DEAD MUDI.”
Michael confirmed Jim's words, which could have been wrong, while advising Michael.
“Whatever it is, it's up to you. You have to be careful, Michael. Have you forgotten? On the first day you met, the woman stabbed your hand with a knife!”
Jim again reminded Michael, as he was impaled by Ella.
“You're right, Jim.”
Michael took the bottle Jim had removed, then poured it into the glass.
“Gosh. Are you reminiscing about that time and being sentimental?”
“It's not so, Jim.”
“Hei. I'll tell you. Psychopaths do not look at age or gender. In an instant he can turn into a creepy monster.”
Jim grabs Michael's hand and shows Ella the scar she made on him.
“See this. You should always remember it. Next open only your palm, but your own life will drift.”
