Emotion Taster

Arc 4 New Stage: Chapter 21 - A Break From Amalia

I can't clearly remember why Pero and I kept our relationship a secret and our advanced ability to communicate over long distances. Maybe I just don't have a good chance, technically there are no strict rules put forward by Pero about this.

I remember earlier that Pero once asked me to speak privately, blocking communication with Amalia. But, it was for the sake of not Amalia clean of troublesome thoughts that hampered the decision. Ever since Amalia asked, I again thought there were no side effects to tell this fact. Pero who is silent also still does not cause movement, stealth crows who are still enjoying the caress I consider as an expression do not mind the conversation.

“Iya, I can talk to Pero when he became a crow. If asked, maybe the answer is because of magic. I don't know the details either, but the magic just applies to me.”

“...”

Amalia's response was very passive, or going back to her mute factor, there was no voice replying to my words. It has also become a misidentification of the communication barrier between us. He silently held his notes even lower in contact with the surface of his thighs—seen clearly did not want to continue writing.

At first I was curious about the writings he wanted to say to me. But, as time passed, I started to feel this troublesome, especially when I wanted to have a quick conversation.

Huft .. hah ....

“Amalia,” call me in a quiet atmosphere in the middle of bus transportation. “I want to know, actually what happened lately. What is really wrong with me?”

*Whoush ....

“...”

Emotional waves.

Yes, this is also the one that I complained about behind this, or rather this thing that became the main factor I complained about.

Too many waves of negative emotions. It makes me mentally tired, accepting this endless incessantly especially from the closest people into its own torment.

*Write, write, write

“...”

Amalia began to write again, her expression turning serious with waves of emotions showing annoyance. Strange enough as he wrote right beside me, this made his notes even more visible. The position of the nail placed on the thigh became very easy for me to see what was written from that angle. So, while covering up the awkwardness, I turned my gaze to the window to wait for him to fully prepare.

Write it feels long enough, I peek a little at him who is on the side like the girl is finished. However, he wrote longer and instead opened a new advanced sheet when his writing was done filling one page.

“...”

*Glance ....

Until he finally finished. Gesture nodded and changed her sitting position feeling that she called out to me. I also answered the call ‘tak directly and looked at him.

“Hn?”

There Amalia gave me her notes in full. Unlike the usual one he showed me a certain page, but now he's more like handing me the whole analysis.

I took the book slowly, and of course opened the contents.

The writing of the first page ended, and of course I stopped for a moment because of special pressure. I still don't understand the essence of the writing. Why am I right but should accept a negative treatment from them.

I glanced at Amalia, the very close distance sitting next to me causing a certain awkwardness. Although, actually Amalia's gaze was sharp towards me.

I went back to the note page to read further.

Second, you have to tell more stories about things to people. I may have told you, but I guess you still didn't catch it. I know stories to people who do not know anything will not help, stories to others can make things more complicated. But, you should know that those who think about you are not just you. Even if you say you are healthy, not necessarily the people around you accept your condition that you say is healthy.

I straightened next to an eyebrow after reading the writing on this second page. It felt like I was feeling something more complicated than the wave of emotions I was feeling. A lot of feelings that stacked up the paragraph until I myself could not translate it myself. But, a strong plea to me for more frequent stories feels very clear.

I was there immediately continuing to open the records of Amalia, ignoring the various feelings that arise to find out more quickly.

Lastly, the conclusion of all your actions actually confused me. You've been away from me all this time. You go first, Kaivan, and that makes me kind of freaked out. As long as we're together, I think you might really hate me, I haven't been very useful all this time. But, what you did was turned upside down, you sacrificed a lot for me. The thing that makes me confused if you are the same me or not?

Simple request. I want you to tell me more even if it doesn't matter to you.

“...”

Hmn .. so, yes.

Looking at the request Amalia wrote, I began to understand what was happening. Even so, it does not mean I can finish the hole formed already this big.

The essence of what I got was .. yes, Amalia was indeed a girl in general, she had an impressive personality where she was a woman who had the needs of all the women I knew.

When in a group, people who are not working will get one feeling has become a burden. When in the company, people who do not work right will get their own inner pressure that thinks he is just a leech sucker salary money. Maybe not everyone can be like that, but for some people who are used to working and have value in the eyes of social tend not to be able to just keep making themselves not working.

Men have self-esteem, and women have something similar to the need for social reward. Either one or both, it is natural that humans have this. So, seeing all work well when oneself does nothing ..it is an inner torment in itself.

This woman ... essentially she's just asking for attention.

“Oke.”

*close

I said while closing the note.

“I understand, but I still don't know how good to do it. I will work later, so for now maybe focus again on the mission from Pero,” continued I said while giving the note.

A few minutes after I gave the note, the bus started to get close to its destination. There I was not distracting, but it was my own environment that was clouding the time with the state of our conversation. So, I quickly prepared as well, justifying the position while carrying the tired PEro in my lap.

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