Emotion Taster
Arc 1 Organic Trash: Chapter 3 - Anger
The taste is hot and spicy I feel. But, unlike what appeared to Amalia, the girl's emotions mixed with depression. Anyway ....
“...”
My hands were shivering, the taste soared like an earthquake, and the typical smell of medicine like povidone iodine. I can feel Amalia's emotions more now. The girl froze due to a slap and a loud rebuttal from the girl who was the victim of bully.
Hn?
Amalia re-picked her fallen note, trying to write something down to give to the bully victim. The girl was still not standing, and before she could get up, she was confronted by Amalia's note. He automatically reads the writing in it.
“...”
*Whoush
Emotional waves.
I immediately walked up to the two people in front of me. I did a quick and wide walk, making it less than three seconds.
The bully victim started to stand up, she looked at Amalia who was initially slightly lowered to reveal her notes.
Dug, drug ....
The bully victim girl raised her hands parallel to her ears.
“Stop.”
However, I entered breaking the distance between the two of them. Walking over and standing right in the middle, made Amalia hidden behind me.
Something that I felt was getting more concentrated and there was a danger condition, this would result in a surge of emotions and make the girl uncontrollable.
"..."
The girl in front of me glanced, at me. The veil of his face and the snarl of his jaw was visible, he made an annoyed expression with a threatening look.
“Tadi, you really want to hit him, ‘kan?”
Emotions of anger get more and more concentrated when Amalia points out her notes. My arrival just now made him a little surprised and stopped his hand from hitting. I don't know what it is, but it's clear that it's digging a hole deeper into the girl.
“Ck,” decak tongue the victim bully.
He refused to look at me, turning his head to the side while occasionally snooping cynically.
This girl's condition looks sad. Her eyes were large, her gaze felt heavy, her facial lines were stiff, and her hair was a mess. Anyone who saw him would be asked about the cause of how he could be like this.
After a few seconds of silence, he finally started to move. Justifying the buttons on his shirt, starting to tie his hair, and walking around me.
“Don't ever bother me again,” said the girl sarcastically.
I can feel. It was not intimidation, but really a threat. Both the bully and the victim, they both have similar emotions. They were both rude and easily ignited by his anger.
“...!?”
Amalia moves, she stands up and tries to chase after the girl. Turn around and move one step back.
“Wait.” However, I restrained Amalia by holding her hand.
He still did not give up after experiencing a loud clash. Before Amalia actually chased him, I locked her in and made Amalia unable to move.
The bully girl finally came out of the bathroom. Amalia whom I had held her hand since could only see and frown in confusion.
I continued to hold onto it, the rebellious power Amalia unleashed was not worth the grip. The expression on his face has since shouted at me .. is like saying ‘why did you let him go?’
My mouth remains locked, I don't want my conversation to be heard by that bully girl. The decision I had chosen to answer Amalia's actions was merely to signal by shaking her head, trying to take Amalia's gaze away from there.
A few seconds passed after the girl bully victim was away, the pull of Amalia's hand began to loosen. But, I didn't let go of her hand until that wave of depressed emotions completely dissipated.
“Let him alone, now free also if you pursue,” I said while removing my grip.
Hearing the sentence, Amalia's hands twitched, a swing or two right after I took off the grip.
“...”
Amalia was silent for a while, until she finally started writing something on her note.
“You didn't see just now? He himself who does not want to be helped.”
But we still have to help. If you don't ‘kan pity.
Emotions of worry arise. The acid and the smell of the medicine spread again. Compared to the pain or injury to the bully victim's violent actions, Amalia thought more about how to help him to help.
I took a deep breath, trying to calm down to explain the situation here.
“Listen, yeah. Direct help is not always the solution. If he wants to, he can ask for it himself. I scream for help or talk to the teacher. Ordinary students like us are not required.”
Amalia immediately opened a new width in her notes.
Then let's go report the teacher.
*Plac
I slapped my own face. Trying to calm myself down who was a little upset by the answer.
Couldn't he catch the meaning of what I just said? It's clear that one wasn't the right decision.
Huft .. hah ....
“You still don't understand? If he wants to report to the teacher, he has already reported. The problem is not there.”
So, how should we do? You know what, Ivan?
Why do you use the word ‘kita’? Am I here confirmed to be involved in your duties? It's different from what I imagined.
“I still don't know what to expect. For a while you should calm down and find out their background clearly.”
If the rescuer does not know the source of the problem and does not know the characters involved, he will only look like an annoying person who likes to organize. Understanding and understanding is the first step in solving the problem, if I have a point of view on this case, the perpetrator and the victim also have each point of view.
Okay .. I understand.
Amalia began to calm down, the emotions she let out faded to the point of making my senses free from the concentrated waves.
Hn?
But something surprised me. Because previously many waves of emotions scattered, this was not felt until now. This feeling is so strong that it pokes my curiosity.
“By the way ... The smell of WC girls is like gini, well?”
“...!?”
Unlike the male bathroom, this place smells more distinctive. If I imagine in color, it turns out it is very suitable if the bathroom is pink women.
“It's more fishy and—”
*Whoush ....
Emotional waves.
*tub
Suddenly, Amalia's notebook shot into my head. Make the sentence come out stopped. But that doesn't mean it really hit me. Since I could feel the change in his emotions, my reflexes in protecting became quite good.
Heh.
My right arm shot up first and protected my head. Too slow for him to hit me like that.
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