Hypocritical
Awal
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"I'll call my dad, you better move out of that school!"
Any more?!
Fian—argh! Until when does he want to talk about it? I explained everything from before. Yes, although to him that does not sound useful, here I am still a victim; he said.
Hah~
"Forget over Fian." I asked, from the hospital to the apartment he always repeated the same dialogue.
Contacting uncle and blah blah blah so I can be moved from school it—like a broken tape.
"Forgetit? It's true Liam! How can I ignore all this, I don't want anyone to call me one day and say 'brother Liam has died!' Aghh! I don't want LIAM!"
I snorted, sat on the couch and watched Fian go back and forth like a clothes iron. When is he tired? My mind tries to ignore the sarcastic words he says to me; sometimes Fian also condemns the behavior that Tian did to make me end up like this.
"Can't be allowed!" He went on a rampage again, seeing the ridiculous behavior my cousin was doing that made me chuckle. I know very well how worried Fian is about me, but I think I can still hold all of this back.
Plus the figure of Rea there can be said to be a new encouragement for me. Just simply remembering and looking from a distance had already managed to make all the pain from the punch of that bastard named Tian disappear instantly.
Yeah, at least this is what I was thinking, before I saw Fian actually take his cell phone and try to contact an uncle who was none other than the girl's own father.
Waitaminute!
"Fians!" I stood up quickly, taking away the thin thing that was within the girl's grasp.
Tut~
Bibs!
Voice call received. If only this other hand worked, I would definitely pat my eel—horan on the action that my cousin wanted to do.
"What's up Fie?" uncle's voice sounded a few seconds later.
I saw Fian trying to take this thing back from my hand but because of the high difference it made Fian unable to reach him.
I also deliberately lifted the object to the ceiling; just in case he wanted to jump.
Not out of sense, Fian opened his lips wide to prepare to scream tell a lot about me aka complain to uncle.
Damnit.
Because of my cousin's crazy behavior, plus I don't want to trouble uncle anymore. As a result when Fian tried to scream—I immediately released the phone and then clutched his mouth with one hand that still works.
Brak!
There was a falling object, followed by a cracking sound. Ash's!
I looked at it for a while and sure enough, the object called the mobile phone has been damaged. The screen cracked, from the beginning it was lit now turned black. Damnit. Fian must be angry.
Being overwhelmed by the thought of 'how can I calm my cousin's anger later' I was startled by something. It hurts.
"Aragh!" ringisku, keep your hands away from Fian's mouth while looking at him. There's a bite there. I haven't had the chance to utter a protest the girl interrupted me first.
"What is Liam's problem?! Why do you still want to hang in there? Don't tell me you're a masochist!" fian asked softly while shedding tears, I knew that face. He was tired, very, very tired and fed up because at all times he was always worried about this weak me.
Unknowingly I grabbed her, muffling my cousin's cries in hugs—alding aside the pressure that my cast-lined hand would receive. She leaned back, crying as she was; revealing how much she was worried about everything about me.
"To be honest." suddenly I don't know why this mouth wants to talk. Our footing collapsed, slumped down on the floor in the same position.
Fian's sobs slowly subsided, although the girl was still silent— I knew she must be waiting for me to continue what I had started.
"I'm in love, Fie~"
The deg!
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But it didn't.
She was seen freezing for some time and asked me to let go of my hug; then walked into the kitchen busying myself cooking something.
"Fians?" call me for the umpteenth time. He still ignored it, indifferent to me.
Hah~
The only thing I could do was wait for Fian to finish, put all the food on the table and sit right across the street.
Though I had boldly expressed the ridiculous feeling I was feeling right now, but the girl's reaction was unexpected. Fian as if middle—don't say?
"You jealous?"
Plaque!
"Gee!"
It hurts!
"What are you talking about?!" Fian snorted after throwing my forehead with a spoon. It's throbbing, shit. Fortunately not a fork.
"So that's your excuse; daydream all the time. If you hadn't fallen in love, you would probably have agreed to my proposal to change schools, wouldn't you?"
That's right my cousin!
Although it is impossible for me to say it out loud. That's shameful.
My face will be red again.
"Oh!" it sounded Fian exhaling violently, his forehead wrinkled. Inexhaustible. Drain myself with a sharp look.
Though it's that simple but you chose—argh! That was roughly what he wanted to express through a gaze. Even if we just talk, maybe things won't end like this.
I told you, I'm ashamed, right?! Don't beat me up like that!
With doubt I nodded.
"I think it's good" he said suddenly, raising one of my eyebrows. What happened to this girl's response? He could change drastically in the next few seconds.
Eh? Waitie?
Uh! I know that face.
She must be thinking about something in her little brain.
"Do you want me to teach you how to attract the attention of the opposite sex Liam?"
Don't you!
From the stare to the tone of speech sounds very mocking, ish! My cousin's nosy back. It's gonna end up being really annoying.
But—
"All right, I want to." I don't think it's okay to hear some advice from Fian. After all, I had already made a decision before they broke my hand.
I will kill the demons who forcibly dragged Rea into the society.
How dare he try to desecrate an angel.
Rea, just wait—I'll set you free baby.
Oops!
Shit, my face is warming. Calling Rea with the title darling– is not excessive is not it?
Hidhi.
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