Emotion Taster
Arc 1 Organic Trash: Chapter 22 - Why You're Here
After that, they left me alone. Although I was aware of the cause of Amalia's anger at the time, I still did not understand why Azarin and Imarine hit me.
When I got home that afternoon, my brother was a little surprised to see my pretty messy appearance with dirty clothes and bruises on the face.
"Ivan ... Why are you? Nabrak pole? Duh, you should be careful if you walk."
"Why did you think I had a stupid accident."
"Why then? You got stung by a bee?"
It was no better than the first guess.
"No, I was hit ...."
"Oh .. So you fight." The girl's face suddenly changed as if she was not interested. "Well, don't be ashamed if you lose."
Why doesn't he worry when I say something more worrying than getting hit by a pole.
"..."
But, well .. I also don't want to tell you that this wound is from a woman.
The next day was Sunday. On that day off, I only realized the pain of Azarin's punch, especially the one he had carved on my cheek. The bruise gets bigger and hurts. As a result, the activity of chewing food that uses jaw muscles becomes terrible.
It's Monday, my cheek got a bandage like a toothache. My weakness that can not be close to the crowd was increased, now I can not talk much. Although actually from the beginning I did not talk much.
Crings ... crings ....
The break bell rang, I had no intention of approaching Azarin or Imarine for safety. So, today I am off and want to enjoy my own meal at my favorite spot near the bathroom.
The bathroom spot that used to eat breaks was a place close to my classroom building. The western building, the male bathroom is quite quiet because this place is not comfortable enough to wear. I now just use the outside, don't go into the bathroom and can only see the door.
Unlike the bathroom I used to wear, it was near the cafeteria. The place where I first encountered the waves of depression belonged to Imarine.
For a place in an unused building that had previously been a place with Imarine. That's the place I used to be in first grade. It was quieter there, and almost no one passed by. But, the location is too far to make my lunch time run out to walk. Therefore, I moved here and brought a used chair from there for me to wear now.
Supplies are exhausted, now all that is left is to spend time with the mobile phone. The busyness and hustle I've been feeling lately makes the break feel so quiet.
"..."
I've already sent a message to Amalia that I won't be seeing them both today. But, until now the mute girl did not reply to my message.
Is he still mad at me?
I don't know, I might be too much. But, an emergency requires doing so.***his chest is a form of necessity, it's all for the sake of provoking emotional outbursts that take the place of anger and make it come to a realization. Just like I saw when the incident in the first hall we met.
Hown ....
I yawned big enough, stretched out my hand and reflexively closed my eyes. It feels good when the activity gives a relaxing effect on my body.
Hm?
When I finished yawning and opened my eyes, right in front of me appeared a girl. Her face was more radiant, her hair was more tidy, and her body pose was friendlier. For a moment I didn't realize they were the same person. Not because of his appearance, but also because of his emotional wave.
"Why are you here ... Ima?" my many.
But of course I can realize it. The girl's face was still broadly the same, a slight change would not fool me.
"I'm sorry, but that's my question. Why are you here ..., Ivan?"
It feels a little weird. A sense of nostalgia passing by makes the impression that this has been established for so long, even though we have only been talking lately.
“No, no .. that's obviously my question. It's a WC guy, you know.”
“Terus why? I don't want to hear that excuse from the guy who casually walks into WC gals.”
“Time is an emergency. Do you hate obstetricians who look at your genitals during pregnancy check-ups?”
“From the beginning I won't go to a gynecologist who is a guy.”
“Hoho .. it turns out that male haters also still have the desire to be married.”
*Whoush ....
Hh!?
As fast as lightning I raised my hand protecting the head area. The change in the emotional wave was a sign of his attack—
Hn?
A few seconds I waited, but there was no impact I felt until now. Out of curiosity as to what happened, I then peeked at the sight of Imarine.
“...”
He was raising his hand, but the fist swing stopped before it completely hit me. Imarine who just managed to withstand the surge of his emotions.
“Why? You're not hitting it?”
“Do I better hit you now?”
“I'm anyway yes with both options it.”
It does hurt a bit when it comes to holding the blow, but I also receive another wound if he doesn't. Such a feeling of shame when defending without an attack.
“Huft ... hah ...,” take a deep breath of Imarine while putting back his fist. “Why didn't you come to that place?”
“Hmn ... You don't like lies but it turns out people who like to break promises.”
Guilt arose when Imarine said that to me. The girl even remembered about me saying I didn't like lies.
“I still remember, but wouldn't you be happy if I didn't come there? You hate men, ‘kan?”
“Yeah, I hate men .. especially smart men talk to you. Usually people like that like to play with the feelings of girls.”
Ck, I am also good at talking not because of my will. The power of emotional detection is like giving me a little cheat when communicating. The longer I talk to other people, the more my ability to keep my opponent's emotional waves up. For me it was the ability to survive in the true sense.
“Then it's good, ‘kan? I won't bother you anymore.”
“If you're okay .. I hate you, but that doesn't mean I don't want to see you,” he said while shaking his head looking around. “There are no more seats?”
I don't feel any negative emotions in him. The pile of pain and horror he used to emit I didn't feel. Until now I have not detected any lies from him. There was a bit of confusion from his slightly contradictory sentence.
“Cuman there is one seat, this is also me who brought from the warehouse chair yesterday. If you want to sit down, my thighs are still empty.”
“If you keep talking about something like that, I'll actually hit.”
“You've hit me a lot, the addition of another one will also not be bad. Anyway, your original purpose here is also to make mukul, ‘kan?”
“What do you think I am? My heart is still good for not hitting the sick.”
“...”
Then why not get better by not hitting me in normal circumstances.
“...”
Hn?
We looked at each other. Long enough as we communicate through telepathy. This girl poses a threat in a different way. Without a glare, without waves of piercing emotions, Imarine seemed to command me through something else.
“...”
“...”
In the end, we switched positions. Now Imarine sat on the chair I was originally wearing, and I took my place on the floor that was at least clean enough to sit on. Her threat to kick me out of that chair was like a queen wanting to step on my pride.
“Okay, Kaivan. You probably heard some of Arin yesterday. So, now I'll tell you the rest.”
“What is this about the reason you fought? Not yesterday you don't want a story.”
“Now 'different, you already know the point, why do I hide again now.”
There's point. Anyway I'm also starting to understand why she doesn't want to tell me. The problems he experienced were included in the great disgrace. His family had destroyed the families of others, and it was also the opposite to Azarin.
“...”
It made me remember something.
“Alright .. now I have a story from where, yes,” said Imarine with a finger on his chin and an upward glance.
“Previous .. I want to ask. How is Azarin doing now?”
“Ask another girl while chatting with girls, it's bad behavior.”
“I don't want your condition because I can see you in front of my eyes now.”
Imarine did not directly answer my question earlier. She played her hair a few times while looking over here and there. I don't know what he meant by his actions, for some reason the wave of his emotions today also feels biased.
“Arin is fine. He can be free now. His mother was returned to the village, while he was entrusted to his aunt's uncle.”
“...”
So, they split up, yeah. Did I say something too cruel? Shouldn't I propose that? Now the Azarins split further.
“Ah, they split up doesn't mean Arin hates his mother. His mother chose that. I heard the story that Arin can rest assured and calm his mother.” continued Imarine explained.
“Then be thankful.”
I can read emotions, understand the meaning of every response from the actions I take on her. But, for the feeling in my heart of what he was thinking I really don't know. There was no shadow as to what kind of action Azarin took after that incident. Therefore, hearing Imarine's explanation made me a little relieved.
“Oh, in addition. You are prohibited deketin Arin again from now on.”
Hm?
Whatdoes thatmean? Did my actions at that time disgust me?
“Oke, I understand. So, now please start your explanation. About the story of you two.”
“Un,” he replied with a smile.
“...”
What a beautiful smile.
