Emotion Taster
Arc 1 Organic Trash: Chapter 11 - Make What Repot
The next day, on my lunch break, I again began my task of approaching the bully girl named Imarine. At that time he looked unhappy with my arrival, some blows he even did to expel bullies like me. Even so, he still cannot be left alone.
Standing in the hall, waiting for Amalia's arrival. Of course I have to do small meetings as a sign of the task started.
Duut, duut.
Shake the phone in my pocket.
Amalia: I'm on the side
Her clothes are the same as other school students, which is what makes me not immediately aware of her existence just now. My position was standing facing the garden, the side was the hallway that connected many buildings, a place for people to walk down the school.
“...”
The girl silently hid her body behind the walls of the hall peeking at me. Indeed I told him to stay away so, but apparently seeing it like this even made the feeling as if he was afraid of me.
I walked closer at least at a safe distance, about five to ten meters. From this distance, I already felt a strong wave of emotions. It felt like he was feeling more pain than yesterday.
“If you want, you just take a break in class. Today I will try to talk to Imarine again myself.”
The girl typed a message on her phone. At this distance I still have difficulty reading the writing on his little note.
Amalia: Actually I am in trouble now. But, is it okay to go alone? If you want too, you can take a break, Ivan. It's not good that I'm just me.
“No, it's a little complicated. If I skip today, Imarine could stay away.”
Away away who really stay away. Run until I can't reach out anymore. The moment where he completely closed his heart. At that time he was still answering questions and responding to my actions, his attitude showed that I still had a chance.
Amalia: Then I hope you succeed. I also said thanks earlier.
That was the message before we parted. Judging from the symptoms, I think he is in the stomach cramps phase that even makes him lazy to move. I don't want to force it, doing tasks in bad conditions usually results in bad results.
I walked towards the park near the library where I had previously eaten there. However, today Imarine does not exist, the place is empty. I think he moved because of a meeting with me yesterday.
It was a small possibility for Imarine to go to a crowded student area. So, if he wants to move out for solitude, his new place should not be far from here.
Heh, does he want to play hide and seek with me? I with this detection ability never lose that game.
From the library garden I began to wander around, looking for the waves of emotions unleashed by Imarine, the smell of organic waste. From the corner of the school teacher room and then back to the unused building.
Haha ... walking around like this makes me feel like a metal detector.
Shortly as I got close to the unused building, the wave of emotion began to be felt. The direction comes from the corner of the school that has arid land. The place where there is an unused space filled with building garbage.
“...”
Right, there was the girl sitting on the patio chair of the unused room, along with a lot of building garbage and broken table sets. I didn't think seeing a girl eating alone from a distance was so sad.
“Yo ... it so happens that once we meet again,” my bro to Imarine while taking a seat beside her.
Imarine let out angry and hateful emotions. It tastes quite spicy and bitter, but I can hold it well at the moment.
“Why are you here?”
“Because I went to school here. I ‘kan said coincidence, because actually this place was also once my place to eat.”
“You just followed me, ‘kan?”
“Ya, I did do it.”
“Heh, it turns out there are also people who directly ngaku like it.”
“Honey once, I hate lies.”
The chair Imarine occupied was near a pile of unused table sets. The tables and chairs are made of wood and form a mountain until it touches the ceiling of the terrace in the building. The girl picked up one of the chairs and put it on for herself. I don't want to add work and sit on the floor.
“Do you bother to take care of my problem?”
“I want to clean the school. The existence of troubled people like you makes the waves of emotions around me feel disgusting.”
“Hah? What are you talking about?”
“The bottom line is, I want to help you because I want to do it. It's just my own problem.”
“I don't need help,” he said as he rushed to leave.
Imarine's movements can certainly be seen, so I quickly stood up to follow his preparations. The girl started walking, then I followed her steps behind.
“...”
“What are you doing?”
“I don't want to leave you alone.”
“’Kan told me I don't need help.”
“So, I'm here on my decision, not your approval.”
“...”
Imarine took two steps forward, and I followed him three steps.
*Whoush ....
Emotional waves .. anger.
The girl stopped again. Following the wave of his emotions, he turned around and stepped back quickly.
Hn!?
I who was aware due to my strength also immediately installed a standby position.
Bugs.
Imarine took a punch, using a 180-degree turn as a counter-force. My defense uses two hands like a boxing athlete, protecting my head from the attack.
“...”
Ukh ... quite sick. I can feel the sensation of pain in my hands. The marks of the blows formed even made red patches. It reminds me of my first meeting with Amalia.
“Ahaha ...,” my laughter to bring the atmosphere to a more relaxed direction. “Ima, how can you hit as hard as just now? Have you ever been to martial arts?”
“Nggak.”
“Where then? Did you participate in kayak volleyball?”
“... It's none of your business.”
“Oh, it turns out from volleyball, well. What a blow just as strong as a smash kayak you—”
*Whoush ....
Okay, one more.
Imarine hit back. But I can avoid it easily. His current position did not provide any advantage compared to the first blow. The second attack just now was more like a cutesy little boy.
“Why do you like to hit so much? I just want to help you.”
“Go now. That action I call helpful.”
“Hah ...,” my long breath respond to it. “You do not want to be helped, you do not want to fight, but also do not try to make them stop bully. Is this what they call a disorder? Are you masochist?”
“...”
“Ah, of course not. I felt sad emotions and depression at that time. You don't want it yourself, hate the way you are right now. Do you have your own reasons?”
“...”
Imarine did not answer. He just lowered his head avoiding my gaze. In contrast to the previous response that tended to ignore, this time he was like frozen to hear the sentence just now.
“Alright, I won't make it. Tell me if you want to tell a story. I'll stay here until you eat,” I said as I walked away.
My feeling is that if I stay close to him any longer today, it will only create a backlash. He might also need some time alone to think about what I just said.
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