Love On Asphalt

Episode 42

'I'm not feeling well. I sent the doctor's certificate through Muku earlier.'

Phyuuhhhh.

Farrand breathed a bored sigh. He was inexhaustible, how could Linga not give him a warning if he was sick? If he is notified early, of course he can leave early and cook breakfast first for him.

"Why didn't you tell me?" Ask. He still stuck the square object in his ear and spoke calmly.

'I don't want to worry you and leave early to make me breakfast.'

"But at least let me know that I started. You know, I almost lost my concentration in the first hour when I found out you didn't get in because you were sick."

'i know. Ii'm sorry. But yesterday I called the doctor and I've been taking medicine.'

"I'm not forgiven."

'Why do you take care of me, Fa? Come on. I'm sorry. I promise I won't repeat it.'

"I'm sorry if I've been there and taken care of you."

'When are you going to come here?'

"Of course after school I'll drop by right away."

'You didn't come home first?'

"No. My dad's out of town and probably just coming home tomorrow."

'Again?'

"That's it. Turn off the connection because I'm hungry."

'Who are you going to eat with?'

"I can take Nadeen."

'Then my supply rations?'

"Give me the school guard dog."

I heard heavy breathing across there. Linga must have felt understood. Lately Farrand is often emotional even though the cause is only a trivial problem.

'Yes already. I'll rest first. See you.'

There's no answer. And Lingga broke his connection by pressing the red button after he counted five seconds. As if he had memorized, Farrand who was emotional would not answer again. So he decided to turn off the connection. Let it be, he will take care of it later after Farrand's emotions subside.

"What else is it?" Nadeen's voice and his clap on Farrand's shoulder stopped the blonde hair's daydream and lowered his phone. Farrand shook his head weakly. He did not understand himself who often felt his emotions overflowing earlier.

"Come on. We're going to the back garden as usual. I now bring my own provisions."

"Tumbens?" Farrand frowned in wonder. At once, his short-haired friend was anti-seek making provisions. Not for what, he who now lives in the Abel apartment six months ago now relies on his food to Abel. Luckily, Abel is quite good at cooking so he does not have to struggle with food. Sometimes Abel also gave him an allowance to eat in the school cafeteria.

"Abel was having a thin and pretty busy wallet. So I decided to save and bring supplies."

"You're like housewives, Na."

"Well how else? I need to save money on my college tuition at Dafan. You know, I've been sending me money less and less lately. Or maybe he's forgotten he has a teenage son."

"Don't do that. He's your father, after all." Farrand could only be filled to hear the words of his best friend. Since his parents' divorce, he has been sidelined. His father who turned out to be married secretly now has another baby from the newly married woman. Who would have thought? Behind the tranquility of the Nadeen family was a gaping wound that was so deep.

"That's it. Come on, don't talk about it anymore. I'm sick of them."

Farrand could no longer hold his own gaze on the friend who had walked ahead of him towards the back garden. He knew, since then, Nadeen always tried hard. Farrand already knew the ins and outs of Nadeen's life today. Nadeen's mother remarried shortly after her father officially married, causing Nadeen to be reluctant to go home to his father or mother. Nadeen once told him, why go home if there he is only seen as a stranger. Once he offered his house, but Nadeen only refused it outright. He preferred to stay in the Abel apartment because the young man had voluntarily fled to the apartment owned by his best friend.

It has now been almost a year since the incident, and now they are just waiting for the day for the graduation ceremony. During that time Nadeen never came home again. Indeed, sometimes Nadeen would receive remittances from his father for his living expenses. But as Nadeen said, lately it has rarely received the shipment.

Sometimes confused, Nadeen receives more help from Abel. He does not want to think negatively, but he feels if they hide a relationship. And because Nadeen always refused his help, he secretly provided financial assistance to Abel under the pretext of helping Nadeen. He once secretly sent money to Nadeen's account, hoping Nadeen thought it was from his father. But then Nadeen found out, and he got Nadeen who kept him quiet for a week. As a result, he could only ask Abel's help secretly for it.

And about his life now, Farrand also often felt that he often lost emotional control. I don't know what, he didn't know about it himself. Sometimes the phallus that was not wrong was also affected horribly by his soaring emotions. He once thought if he was positive to cause it like that. But after he checks, the result is always negative. It was natural, however, that he would often consume a deterrent pill even though Lingga rarely touched it.

"Why are you daydreaming? Good thing you didn't hit the wall." Nadeen.

Farrand. He immediately turned his head around and found himself at the destination.

"Ah, sorry. Lately I've only been thinking about something a lot." The reply.

Nadeen gasped, as soon as his blonde friend never had a problem to make him often daydream. He was very familiar with the character of Farrand, and the blonde seemed to have a heart limit that was too deep so that any weight of problems could only hang a moment in his mind.

"I'll listen and give you a solution if you want to tell a story."

For a moment Farrand felt hesitant, but he also did not want to deny if what he needed right now was to tell a story.

"I feel like my emotions have been exploding lately."

Finally, with a heavy heart Farrand took out what was a burden on his mind.

"That's all?" Ask Nadeen.

"You said that's all? You know, I almost every day yell at Linga for a little trouble, and sometimes you feel my tantrums."

"You're not pregnant, are you?"

"Of course not. I always take pills and just yesterday I checked with a negative result."

Oops!

Farrand's face flushed perfectly as he realized what he was saying. Although they had done so for a long time, he still did not tell Nadeen about it. I don't know for what reason, obviously Nadeen would have hit it all out if he told a story. But it seems like everything is broken today. He was so emotional he didn't knowingly say that.

"I guessed it." A sneer stopped by Nadeen's pretty lips. Like getting a big jakpot, he can get a secret that is kept tightly by his blonde friend. He was sure that Farrand had kept it for a long time without any intention of telling him that.

"Na-Nadeen."

"You've been taking pills for a long time?"

"...." - ".It's finished. If this is the case, Farrand will not be able to deny Nadeen's intimidation.

"I suggest you switch to using only protective gear or implants. Pills are not good if consumed over a long period of time."

"What do you mean, Nadeen."

A sweat ran down Farrand's temple. His heart was pounding, he felt like he was caught stealing.

"You know what I mean. You've been with Lingga a long time, haven't you? I think you've finished off the pills I gave you back then."

Jamb....

Nadeen's words were right on target. Farrand was already feeling defeated and now he can only resign himself to waiting for Nadeen's next ultimatum.

"Seeing from your reaction, I guess I was right. Listen Farrand. The pill can affect your hormones. It's only natural that you feel an unstable emotion. If you don't regularly consume it, a preventative pill can make your uterus fertile. Make you positive just by forgetting a drink a day."

Farrand. Is that the kind of thing he is facing right now? If that was true, then he would find another way to avoid it.

"I know a lot about it. You know, I intend to become a doctor and continue my education to Dafan." Connect Nadeen.

"...." - ".Farrand's tongue was too faint to speak. He could only listen to Nadeen's words while occasionally feeding the provisions he carried into his mouth.

"But it's up to you. I can introduce you to a doctor at a small clinic where I work to pair it with you if you want."

"wait. You work?"

"of course. I worked for almost a month. Abel introduced me to his acquaintances at the clinic and ended up working on me there."

"So that's why you know so much about this?"

Nadeen could only give a small chuckle and was met with a rude snort by Farrand. Farrand was even more sorry. Actually, what has he been missing from friends who are increasingly keeping a distance from him? What does his busyness with Lingga make him erode the time between himself and his best friend?

"Nadeen, let's get together to Dafan. I'll make a request to my father to finance you as well. You don't have to look for a side job anymore and focus on your education."

"I can't. I don't want to trouble anyone more than this. Because of my troublesome attitude, my parents abandoned me. Leaving behind a princess who could only trouble them." Nadeen. Now Farrand knows why Nadeen always refused help from him. But actually, the thing that stuck in his mind was Abel's help. Nadeen refuses Farrand's help, but why not Abel?

"Once again you refuse, I'll really hate you. You didn't refuse Abel's help at all, but my help you always refused. I'm actually your best friend or not, Nadeen?"

Nadeen looked up at Farrand's reddened face. He was sure, Farrand had harbored emotions at him because of his attitude.

"Fa-Farrand, it's not that."

"Then what?"

"I don't want to trouble uncle."

"My father won't be troubled, Na. You and your mind are making me sick."

"Then accept my offer and we live together in Dafan."

"Can I?" Ask Nadeen.

"Yes." Yeah."

"But I love Abel. I can't leave him here alone."

Gotchas!

Farrand smiled slantingly as he managed to trap Nadeen. Now he knows their closeness. And as is clear if they have a relationship.

"I'll talk to Abel about this. If I could, I would take him to Dafan. Isn't Abel's house in Dafan?"

******!

Nadeen doesn't know if Farrand knows about Abel that far. It seemed like for this time he would give up forcefully on his blonde best friend.

With a sigh, Nadeen nodded and agreed to the blonde's offer. He gave up now, there was no time to make plans for Dafan city because he knew for sure, Abel could not help him in the registration fee the day after and his savings were not enough.

"I'll call my dad now. I'll make sure we go to Dafan together next month."

"Next month? That fast?"

Farrand nodded. Actually he had devised this plan in advance, with the help of Abel of course. It was he who cornered Nadeen. And it looks like Abel agreed to his plan.

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"You said you were sick. But still have this much energy? You're crazy!"

Farrand was tired. His intention to come to visit Lingga and apologize for his bad attitude lately ran aground when he hit Farrand.

"I am really sick. But I have enough energy to make you sweat. After all the doctor also advised me to sweat more."

"You can go to the gym if you want to sweat. Or you can run around the complex."

"More fun when exercising with you like this, Fa. Don't you enjoy it too?"

"Whisper!"

"You evasive? Who was screaming for more?"

Huh, man,

Farrand turned his face to the side. He still remembered how crazy he was when he was in the confinement of Lingga. As if he did not want to lose the opportunity, Lingga who had 'fasted' for a month did not want to waste the opportunity that came to him. Indeed, they had a deal not to do so if his father was in this town.

"Already Fa. Anyway thanks to you I can heal faster."

Farrand put his hand in front of his chest covered in the blanket he shared with the phallus. He who was leaning on the bed rest Lingga could only avert his gaze when Lingga tried to tease him again.

"Don't look for such reasons."

"I'm not lying, Fa. You remember correctly that my body was very hot."

"....."

"Let's see, after I've sweated quite a lot because our activity just cooled down."

Farrand again snorted,

"Buy me a regular brown one carton as your apology."

"That's too much, Fa."

"I'm sorry or not."

With a tired sigh, Lingga responded to Farrand's request. It's okay he has to reach his pocket too deep. His father's salary was still one week away. He could arrange that later, and it seemed like pulling some of his savings was the best thing.

For almost a year now Lingga has been working for his father. Apparently he really did what he had told Farrand about him going to study business. Although he did not come directly to the office in Halu City, he could do his work here and send it via e-mail.

He did it solely so that he more quickly mastered the corporate order. Because after all, he did not want to delay time again to be able to propose Farrand. He always set aside most of his salary to save. Luckily, Farrand was always able to make provisions for him, so he could save more expenses.

"But don't spend less than a month." Connect Lingga. Sometimes he was surprised, his lover always ate chocolate if in his spare time and could spend ramen in large portions. But with all that, his girlfriend never complained of weight like the woman out there who always screamed when she saw the number on the scale increased by one. The phallus had once felt Farrand's cheeks expand, but after a few days, the shape will return to normal.

"One carton is just enough for two weeks, Fa."

"Ru, that one carton contains 20 packets of chocolate. How can you spend it in two weeks? You're not afraid of fat?"

"Fat? I'm not gonna get fat with that much chocolate."

"But the woman out there always complained about it."

"You're afraid I'm fat? If you don't like to see me fat, you can be with Ava who can always keep her food intake until you have the body shape you want."

Glug.

Ah... Looks like the Linga has been mispronounced again.

"That's not what I mean, Fa."

"Then don't protest too much or I'll finish a carton of chocolates in a week."

Fuuuha.

Linga shook her head. It's free to argue with if in the end he can only get other threats.

"I'm gonna take a shower. This smell bothers me."

"Would I bathe?" A perverted grin was clearly emblazoned on the face of the Linga. He who did not expect a follow-up attack could only lie helplessly as the lightning speed of Farrand's feet had approached his head.

"I don't want any extra rounds." Farrand ketus.

Linga just pass. He won't be looking for Farrand again if it ends like this. Was he not satisfied after spending a lot of time?

Drrtt.

Glancing at the flashing mobile phone screen on the table next to his bed, Lingga frowned because he found his mother's name listed there. Not usually, because his mother would call regularly twice every morning after waking up and the night before her sleep. Not at the hour like today.

"Hallo."

'Ling, are you with Farrand?' The voice across sounded panicked. His heart was pounding, his premonition uneasy when he heard the panicked tone from his mother.

"Yes, what's wrong?"

'Can you bring Farrand here as soon as possible?'

"What's wrong, ma? Why does my mom sound so panicked?"

‘His father had an accident while traveling to his office which is here. It's critical, but don't tell Farrand any details.'

"Unfortunately?"

'Yes. And now being rushed to a downtown hospital.'

"All right, I'll be there soon."

Brucks.

The sound of something falling makes Lingga turn its head towards the direction the sound is coming from. There, he saw Farrand who had fallen down with his body still wrapped in a towel with an empty eye view. If you look at the situation, Farrand must have heard all his conversations with his mother. Not surprisingly, the sound of their conversation was heard due to the quiet room of the Linga.

"Fa-Farrand."

"Let's hurry up there." Break Farrand.

tbc