Hypocritical
Did ya?
"Huh?"
I can't believe what Sir Liam said sounds a little impossible to me. She's she? And me? Was it a lover couple? Really, are you serious?
As if I knew what I was thinking sir Liam nodded. The man then said—
"We were a very romantic couple first, but baby you suddenly just disappeared. Bak swallowed by the earth.I tried to find you but it always ends nil, you are not anywhere it makes me almost desperate." he said, convincing me. I nervously stared at every inch of the handsome face, trying to find a little lie that the man might have told me. I will accept that sir Liam only joked to me with tempting intentions but like being slapped by reality— there is not the slightest trace of lying from the man's face.
Like being put to death by a nail, I was sculpting. Mute in painful inertia. What Sir Liam said did not make me able to remember anything; too doubtful.
It's suspicious. |
Really am!
Should I believe it? That he and I really were lovers; 3 years before I lost my memory?
"Hosh..."
A long sigh rang out, the man's face became even sadder than the one before. I should what? He suddenly approached, grabbed my hand and led him towards the crack of the tobacco-smelling lip.
Cup~
A warm kiss landed right on the back of the hand.
Gluey!
Unknowingly I swallowed a coarse salivary, a little surprised at Sir Liam's actions. What's he trying to do? Wh why? Why is this guy acting so romantic? Shit, this scares me.
Really scared. |
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From what the man said, from what the man showed. Slowly managed to dredge away the doubts in my heart. Liam—can I trust you?
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"Come!" I looked up, my reading routine in the library was interrupted. A figure who rarely peddled his feet here; Fian— seemed to be walking towards me. What's he here for? Batinku.
The woman was sitting right in front of the bench there, she bent her face lethargic while long moaning in front of me.
"What's Fian?" I asked, closing the book in my hand. I shifted my focus completely towards the beautiful but naughty woman. He seemed to hold back the crying, hey? Heye? Seriously what happened?!
Who would dare make my friend feel sorrow? I'll hit him!
"Sir Liam.." suddenly muttered. I'm jerking, wait? What does this woman want to talk about Liam? I stood up, moved to sit right next to him. The topic of the conversation about the man caught my attention a little. You know, after the romance; in the quote—entah got where the man was my phone number he kept trying to contact me.
At first all the exaggerated acts Liam did scared me, nothing. Just imagine that someone you don't know suddenly appears and terrorizes you. Obviously scary. Everything he did was too foreign for me to be able to remember anything about him. I refused it, just letting my phone ring all night. Rows of chain messages often come in, containing about the past that Liam said unilaterally. Sometimes I choose to read it when bored, this thing that managed to make me waver.
What he told me was true; it was true. Whatever my efforts to quibble the results will remain the same—free. After 2 weeks I finally began to want to lift the call from the figure until I did not realize, if we slowly became closer.
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"Who is that?"
I grimaced, she couldn't even remember the only friend I had. A long breath came out from between my lips, I slowly tried to describe the physical characteristics of the figure named Fian. At first Liam was silent, his head was like trying hard to tear apart the data he had in his brain until he found it.
"ah! I know, that bad lady, right?" I nodded, although Liam's first impression of Fian wasn't very good but thank God he can remember it.
"What's wrong with that woman?" Liam asked then, he held my body in his arms. It's been three days since I let this man into my apartment. Question why? Because he knew he was standing outside the apartment door. Where did the man get my address from, obviously the answer was the campus.
After I received the call that he did several times, as I said before that it managed to make me melt— without being aware slowly we even became closer. Surprisingly the physical contact Liam made did not make me uncomfortable at all.
Like a must. |
This is the breaking point, the doubt is being replaced by a feeling of acceptance. There was a lot that the man told me about myself in the past and about our relationship at the time. Hearing it makes me happy.
"He was crying, because you rejected him..." I saw a puzzled gurat appear, next to his eyebrows raised. The hug on my body stretched.
"Then why? A lot of women out there are experiencing the same thing, I rejected it because I don't like them—see me there is only one that is you Rea.." he said again.
Shit, this is embarrassing me. Half my face must have been flushed by it. What the fuck is this guy? He's great at kidding.
I heard a funny naughtiness, Liam like enjoying the process of teasing me, Damn it!—he was really annoying because it made me blush embarrassed.
After the above conversation I remembered one thing, this thought just crossed my mind when thinking about Fian and Liam.
My friend once told me that they spent the night together. Without me realizing there was a bit of pain in my heart when I recalled that story, should I ask Liam directly?
Demikan really? About him sleeping with Fian. I leaned back, right on the guy's body. I felt a slight little jolt from him, he seemed surprised at the impulsive actions I was taking. Why that?
Though I looked ordinary when he touched me, as if all that was normal.
He said we used to be lovers, things like this must have been commonplace we did. Again, question sticking—are we really a couple?
Or does? I don't think that's the problem formula. Maybe more towards, now what is our relationship?
Between me and my teacher.
"Liam?" the mutter managed to call out his figure, he cleared his throat in response to my call.
I put my hands in the air while eating the five fingers that I deliberately stretched. I didn't notice but there was a ring there. The color is different from my real skin, right on the right ring finger.
I was pensive, thinking of a question.
"Now? What are we?" I asked the man who was none other than my teacher. He's a lecturer, do we deserve some kind of relationship? Between a teacher and a student.
Hah~ is tiring, a lot of things I think about. Fian, Liam, myself in the past and this awkward relationship.
Again my brain asks, really? We're lovers?
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