Forced to Accept Marriage

You're frustrating me

"You look weak, do you hurt? Jonathan asked, from then on he kept watching Tiara until he ventured to help her. "Let me bring your stuff!" he asked, he knew that the paper bag that had been brought by Tiara contained his best friend's sweater.

"No, I just don't sleep enough." Tiara immediately replied, from yesterday only Jonathan was always there to accompany her. Even the man was beginning to look attentive to her. "I can take it myself." refused it was not tasty.

"That's Kenzo's sweater, right? let me give it back." Jonathan offered himself up again. He already knew about the sweater. Know Kenzo's habit of not letting go of the person who has harassed him without giving him a lesson to repay.

"It's okay, Jo. I don't want to trouble you." Tiara refused again. It would be even stranger if Jonathan returned the sweater.

I'm sorry, Kenzo's temperament is so high. But he's actually a good man." Jonathan tries to explain, he doesn't want Tiara to get discouraged because Kenzo has branded him the unlucky bearer of his life. But trust me, honestly, his best friend is not that bad. "You're okay, right?"

"Why are you sorry, I'm fine. I'm not as weak as you think, Jo."

Tiara smiled broadly, trying to look cheerful to prove to Jonathan that she was okay. He doesn't think Jonathan and Kenzo are that close until Jonathan apologizes for his best friend. He was truly grateful that the man considered him to be his friend.

"Well, if that smile looks prettier, Ra."

Jonathan returned Tiara's smile, speaking according to the facts with his new call. Due to frequent interactions with Tiara, she realizes that she is more beautiful and more attractive than she expected.

Tiara herself blushed in embarrassment, feeling Jonathan was over-complicating her.

"Surge! you're blocking the road."

A male voice suddenly sounded clearly behind them. So engrossed in talking, Jonathan and Tiara were unaware of his arrival.

Jonathan immediately looked back, emotion, disrespectful once suddenly disturbed him even though the streets there were still wide. "Hi, Ken. I guess who," he said, scratching his nape that did not itch, damn, it turned out to be Kenzo if it was someone else he would immediately scold him.

"Why didn't you expect me to be here?" Kenzo chimed in so flatly. Wonder. Jonathan did not recognize his voice this time.

"Speak what the hell lo, sensitive terribly." Jonathan directly embraces Kenzo's shoulder could be a danger if Kenzo thinks something strange about him. "Tuh said Tiara wanted to restore the lo sweater." timpal again, he tried to divert the awkwardness by helping Tiara restore Kenzo's sweater so that the girl did not get back to get the tantrums of her best friend.

"I borrowed him for a moment. Relax I won't hurt her." Kenzo is reluctant to care about Jonathan's words, he instead talks as if Tiara is just an item he can bring as he pleases because he wants to talk to him alone.

"As for the man, he doesn't belong to anyone." Jonathan chimed in, the atmosphere felt strange because Kenzo suddenly spoke like that. He immediately looked at Tiara as if asking for his opinion.

"Sorry, Jo. I'll talk to Kenzo first.

We'll see you in class again." There is no choice, though it is not good to leave Jonathan, but it is Kenzo who Tiara must follow.

"It's okay. I'm ahead, Ken."

Jonathan had no reason to stay with them. Patting Kenzo on the shoulder and smiling at Tiara, she hurried away from the two.

"Follow me!"

Kenzo rules, as Tiara's magnet reflexes follow. They stepped away towards a quiet place so that no one would eavesdrop on the conversation.

Because it was safe for Kenzo to stop, along with Tiara who also stopped his steps.

"I don't like taking back what's been touched by someone else."

Kenzo suddenly voiced out, Tiara until it takes time to digest her words.

"I don't understand what you're saying, I just want to give this back." Foolish with his words, Tiara immediately thrust the paper bag in front of Kenzo, so that their business was quickly finished. "Why not take it?" he asked as he looked at Kenzo, wondering why he had not yet taken the paper bag.

"I told you, I don't like taking back what's been touched by someone else. You don't have to give it back, you can throw it away."

Kenzo asserts so coldly. From yesterday he did not intend to take back his switer, from the beginning he purely wanted to prank Tiara without expecting his sweater back into his hands.

"If you just want to talk about this why it has to be here, in front of Jonathan it's okay. It is precisely if there is him that I can directly give this to him. It's a shame that it was thrown away."

Tiara. Just piss him off. He couldn't guess Kenzo's flat face until he couldn't figure out what he really wanted. Just because of a trivial problem, the man invited him to talk away from people.

"You didn't forget what I said last night, did you?" Kenzo began to ask, this was the reason he invited Tiara to talk alone.

Tiara let out a sigh, so this meant that the man asked her to speak, "You can be free to live your life. Let's just say this engagement never happened. As time goes on I will find a way to cancel this engagement. That's what you said."

Making it feel crazy, like whatever Kenzo's treatment and will, both Kenzo's parents and his uncle have considered the sacred of their relationship. He was confused as to whose will.

"If there's nothing to talk about, I'm leaving!" Tiara's voice squeezed, wanting to step away but Kenzo quickly moved his hand against her body not until the body was cornered on the wall of the passageway they occupied. "Why do you want?"

Tiara was startled, her back against the wall, unable to move as Kenzo's hands and body locked onto her movements.

"You have to remember. I don't like to take back what's been touched by someone else." Kenzo re-emphasized the word, hunching his face closer to Tiara's so that the girl could clearly hear her words. "You got it?" timpal again to be sure.

"Yes, I'm going to throw this away, that's your will." With innocence Tiara even continued to show the paper bag. Not because of anything, he was just nervous about not being able to digest Kenzo's words because the man's face was too close to his.

"Bas stupid, you shouldn't go to school here because your brain is too shallow." Kenzo until clucked, upset himself, not knowing why Tiara did not understand his words in the slightest, he touched the woman's forehead trying to melt her brain.

"Hey it hurts." Tiara thrashed, moving around stroking her forehead until she was unaware that the distance between them could only be measured by a finger because of her movement. "Is your hobby hitting people's heels?" his protest again grumbled, raising his head parallel to Kenzo's face so that the man could clearly see the pain. "It hurts to know!" Still had a chance to babble and the next second immediately rewind his body when he realized Kenzo's face was getting closer to his face.

Kenzo reflexes re-enforcing his body. Frustrated himself, either because of the annoyance of facing Tiara or because of the strange sensation when he could feel the warmth of Tiara's breath that hit all parts of his face.

"Aisst, instead of understanding you whine. You little bitch." Kenzo gawked away, his hands until he ruffled his coarse hair, he already did not want to deal with Tiara anymore, because the woman was too stupid and insensitive, he was already unwilling to deal with her, immediately stepped away leaving Tiara who was sculpting because of her actions.

"Basic switer causes."

Tiara screamed so upset, Kenzo just left when the man took her there. Unknowingly threw the paper bag so hard that it hit Kenzo's back five steps ahead of him.

Bakkk.

The paper bag fell on the floor, along with Kenzo's steps, who stopped in shock at Tiara's behavior.

"You." Kenzo turned around, looking at Tiara vexedly.

"Why aren't you satisfied? You're not satisfied with mocking me? You're not satisfied with calling me a fool?"

Tiara spoke with annoyance, Breath to the point of gasping for breath. The throw as evidence of the impingement of all his frustrations. No matter how angry Kenzo is with him, the important thing is that the anger is forgotten.

"You. It's not you who gave me freedom! You yourself don't consider this engagement! And now you're telling me to keep my distance from other men. You think I'm stupid to the point of not understanding your words. Or you're deliberately trying to frustrate me by treating me so casually."

Tiara spoke with emotion. Wiped out all his ducks. As if to say that Kenzo deserved the throw in return for what he did to her.

"Why silence?"

Tiara slowly set foot toward Kenzo, intending to take back the paper bag she threw earlier.

There was no response from Kenzo, the man just stood upright, still with a sinless expression looking at every move of the Tiara.

Tiara crouched down, picked up the paper bag and immediately stood back to look at Kenzo who had just stared at him.

"Are you now aware that what you're doing is frustrating to me."

Tiara kept talking, I don't know what Kenzo would think of her.

"You need to know. If you don't like taking back what you've touched someone else. You have to admit that it's yours, or at least you have to look after it and treat it better. So that others don't take it.

Here, your sweater! Even if you don't like it because I touched it, you have to take it."

Tiara grabbed Kenzo's hand, looked at him sharply, forcefully giving the sweater for Kenzo to accept.

Kenzo smiled at him a little. Not expecting what Tiara said, now the woman dared to look at him with anger and even hit him. Instead of making her aware of her own behavior, Tiara's behavior was quite entertaining.

"Your throws are pretty loud too huh, argh my back hurts a lot."

Kenzo smiled again, instead of getting angry, he pretended to be in pain while stretching his back. Because Tiara forced her to hold the paper bag, she took it.

"Goupe! You're smart and brave enough, but you're overconfident. I've never been afraid if mine was taken by someone else so I could treat her as I please,"

Kenzo grinned, his hand instantly moving touching the tip of Tiara's hair, rolling her up slowly and ending up throwing her. As hard as Tiara scolded her, she would treat the woman as she pleased.