Hypocritical
Foreign Man
"Excuse me?" I was made to turn my head, a tall man with a suspicious look was standing right behind my body. What the hell is he doing there?
I slide a little bit of my leg so he can move forward to align himself. Yea? I muttered to the man, though I was sure it would not be heard clearly. I intentionally, this guy is too weird. Really am. He grabbed a black hat that covered half of his face.
Shit, why do I have to get caught up in this situation? I shouldn't have bothered to eat in the library for too long. Until the sky changed and I didn't realize it was time to go home. If the officers hadn't rebuked me, I might still be too busy doing chores.
But what can be said, rice has become porridge. Now I was in this situation, standing at the bus stop waiting for that 4-wheeled thing to come with a foreign man who really looked suspicious.
Could you please stay away? My love is in my heart, albeit in vain because I cannot voice it directly. Between being afraid and trying to stay relaxed, panic will only hurt you Rea. But why is he even approaching? Damnit. I can smell the body scent of that man.
It's creepy.
Can you just show me your intentions, sir?
After saying an excuse and I gave a speech in the form of a signal that the man did not speak anymore, only one thing I can be sure of the man's composure. He, he was eating me from the corner of his eye behind that suspicious black hat.
I try to keep my distance. Quite a long silence in silence I was finally able to breathe a sigh of relief, when the thing I was waiting for was caught by the eye. The bus wheels slowed down, the sound of the brakes coming together with the bus doors opening. Without further ado, I lifted my foot from there. The thought of the man being the same as mine; waiting for the bus to suddenly disappear. He did not board, just stared from the prank until the body of the bus moved. I looked through the window of the window. The man turned around, left the stop and disappeared into the darkness.
Shit, just make goosebumps.
I wish I'd never see that guy again. That's what I thought, before I met him in person.
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"He was the man who helped me back then Rea!" fian was happy. He shook my body strongly while pointing at the figure of the man standing right behind me last night. This time he did not wear the dark and suspicious clothes like before, even the man's face looked quite handsome.
I was a little surprised, because the man was standing in front of the class while introducing himself to all of us.
"I'm a new teacher who will take this course, you can call me Liam. Greetings and please cooperate for the next semester~" My lips open, he really is a lecturer at his young age. Shit, this embarrassed me for accusing him of a no-no.
Please hide me in a big hole. Please |
It's mortifying. But by the way Fian once said that it was the man who helped him first; remember the incident at the nightclub when the woman wanted to be harassed by someone?
"You sure you slept with her?" I was curious and in disbelief, oh come on. I can't imagine my friend spending the night with a teacher. More so he'll be teaching us for a whole semester, I don't want Fian to get tangled up in false rumors about him being a campus chicken.
Even though he was bad, Fian was not jala*ng.
Unfortunately the nod from the woman broke my spirits. He really slept with Sir Liam, I don't think it out. Just hide your face until class is over. Fuck for everything!
I'mtired.
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"Uhuk! Uhuk!" I coughed, damn it. Who smokes in a closed room like this? Hola! It's a library, it's not a smoking area. I snorted, ready to give the oath of absorption to the perpetrator of air pollution. But my words were stifled after this bead of eyes found a new teacher named Sir Liam.
He stood right behind me while smoking his cigarette.
It was this kind of situation that made me expect the presence of the figure of Fian, the woman hated the library so she was always reluctant to be invited there. But please, just this time,—Fian please come for any reason and save your friend from the new teacher who is your former one night stand! Argha! Damnit.
Wishing vain.
I kept my distance from him, seeing the man suck the wisdom of cigarettes in his hand while returning the gaze I cast.
He chuckled, knowing that I couldn't stand cigarette smoke. What the hell is this foreign man?! I'm upset. Fuck about the department of him who is a teacher, the actions of the man have been considered rude. Go into the library with a cigarette in the hand and exhale the smoke everywhere.
Really does not reflect a figure worth emulating.
"It's been a while since Rea. I didn't think I'd see you here again, I thought last night it was just someone with a look similar to yours. But it turns out it was really you." she said again. Waitie? I really can't digest what the man said.
Meet up? Rea's? A similar figure? Wait-wait? Whatdoes thatmean? I don't get it.
I tilted my head in confusion, trying to find a gap to speak.
"Who are you? Do I know you?" ask her.
I hoped to get an answer from the man's mouth, but all I got was a look of shock followed by a pitiful expression. Does he seem to want to cry? What is with that sad look?
Stop eating me that way!
"I didn't think that the news about you losing your memory was true" said Sir Liam hanging. I looked at the man's face. He turned off his cigarette and threw the object into a garbage can that happened to be near there, who put it in the library. No wonder I always find food waste, with the object was already signaling to visitors if they can bring food in.
"When we're close enough first." he continued. My focus was immediately distracted. Back then? Is he part of a character who lives in my past?
Did I have a relationship with him in the past? Unknowingly my feelings became a little happy.
"REally?!" these lips even parroted; excited than usual. He nodded, continuing what he wanted to say.
"You could say we're lovers."
Degh's!
Whahuh? Wait up?
"Huh?"
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