Mr. Arrogant'S First Love

It Turns out that I misunderstood

~I don't want to run away from you. I just want to erase my memories of you. But it turns out it's harder than seeing you happy with someone else~

Kian was relieved. Because he thinks Aunt Sumi managed to convince Arkan to leave. He took his phone. Play games to entertain his boredom. He soon heard the door of his room knock. Maybe it was Aunt Sumi who wanted to say something. Without a second thought, he let her in.

His gaze was still focused on staring at the cellphone screen, while his hands were moving smoothly and fro. Enjoy that game. While one's footsteps were getting closer, yet he had yet to realize something.

"That crazy guy's gone Auntie?" ask Kian without looking.

There's no answer. The person he was talking to instead thrust out a plate containing pieces of fruit, still not opening his voice.

With a smile Kian took a piece of apple in front of him. "Thank you, Bi.... OH MY!!!!! Sir Arkan?" he cried in shock, until the fruit in his hand fell rolling on the floor. Kian almost jumped out of bed when he saw the figure standing in front of him looking at him sharply. The glint of the spotlight was like penetrating it. Make holes in his body.

"Why?? You surprised?" ask Arkan still with his sharp glare.

Gaining such a look, Kian gulped his saliva. Moisten his throat that feels dry. "Why are you still here? Where's Auntie?" askalanya. Trying to divert the conversation.

"Your mother is in the kitchen. You need anything?" arkan replied smilingly.

Shuddered to see that smile. The full smile laden young master must have some veiled intention.

"How did you get into my room? Does Aunt know?" ask Kian wonder. It's impossible for Aunt to let a man into her room just like that.

"Aren't you the one who told me to come in?"

Ahh true. Kian himself had told her to come in earlier, but because he thought it was Aunt Sumi. Not this monster.

"It was your aunt who asked me to deliver this to you." Arkan pointed at the plate in his hand. Then put it on the nightstand.

WHAT'S?!! Aunties... Why did aunt ask him? Don't you know I'm in danger now?

Take a deep breath, "Thank you, sir. Then you can leave now. I want to rest." said Kian inching down to lay his body. Pretend sleep. Pulling the blanket covered his entire body to the head. Inside the blanket, Kian adjusted his breathing slowly. Pray that the man will come out of his room.

Please, leave.

Focused on hearing. Hoping to hear the footsteps of the man towards the exit.

"Hey, wake!!" snapped Arkan.

Dare not to move, his eyes only flickered behind the blanket. Still continuing his sleep-faking act.

"If you don't wake up, I'll put pressure on your sore leg. I count to three!"

"One."

"Two."

"Ti..."

He immediately opened the blanket. Blowing rough the messy hair boy on his face. He chose to surrender. Rather than Arkan actually pressing his legs. He pinched his lips in annoyance. His attempt to drive the man away failed. This time he resigned if he had to receive more caci maki from Arkan because he had said it.

"Basic stupid! You think you can just kick me out, huh?" Arkan shifted the small bench on the dresser to the edge of the bed with his feet. Causes a towering sound that makes pain.

"What do you want?" tanya Kian pretended to be naive. He knew the man would abuse him.

"How dare you not go to work without informing me! And now that I've come all the way here, you want to kick me out? You want to die, right?" ask Arkan cynically.

"No sir, forgive me. I wanted to let you know, but Dina called me first..." Closing his mouth with his hands. He was disappointed to bring up the problem earlier. Idiotically. He shouldn't have done it.

"Which part of it hurts?" ask Arkan. He did not discuss the issue on the phone earlier or when Kian slipped up.

Uh, he's not angry? Not to curse me, either? Mercifully.. But wait, why did he ask which part was sick? Is he going to repay me with that?

He nodded, not answering. He was afraid that Arkan would suppress him. But that guy won't just give up.

"You don't want to answer? You want me to touch everything??" ask Arkan with a voice of emphasis accompanied by a sneer.

WHAT'S?!! He's gone crazy, isn't he?

"Do you dare threaten me?"

Finally giving up. He breathed his breath rough, hesitating he pointed at the painful part. His ankles. Looks like he sprained.

Arkan looked at it closely, his hand moving forward. Attempting to reach the ankle designated Kian. Seeing the man's gurgle, Kian immediately shifted his legs.

"Master what do you want?" tanya Kian was afraid. "Although sir, I will not repeat my folly, but please do not touch it" Kian said with both hands clenched in his face.

"You're so noisy! I just want to see it" he replied casually.

"lik! You want to push it, right? Master wants to avenge me for licking you crazy, crazy, wild lion, crazy jerk, right?" concluded Kian. He was completely unaware of what he said just now. He was afraid that the man would retaliate, but now he was not only bringing up issues that he should not have discussed but instead provoking him.

Arkan did not answer. He just looked at Kian with a cold expression. Then his hand moved again grabbing Kian's leg. The girl closed her eyes while biting her lips firmly to endure the pain as Arkan actually pressed down on her legs. In his heart he shouted at once cursing in annoyance.

Is he really going to press my leg now? Aaahh... Auntie, help me!

Kian felt Arkan's hand touch his leg, but he did not feel the pain as he imagined. He even felt something strange. It feels soft, good and comfortable. Slowly, Kian opened his eyes. For a few seconds Kian's eyes flickered to see something in front of him.

Am I dreaming?

He pinched his cheek hard. Be ill. It means he is not dreaming. He saw Arkan massaging his legs slowly. It feels soft and comfortable.

"What did you do?" ask Kian innocently.

"Didn't you see I was massaging you?" answer Arkan cynically.

"But why?" Sneaking itself.

Arkan stopped his massage, turned his gaze to Kian. "So you want me to push it?"

"Don't!!" geleng Kian fast.

"Then don't talk too much!" threaten Arkan back. Then continue the massage.

Kian just blinked his eyes at the ceiling of his room. While occasionally glancing at Arkan who was still faithfully massaging him. I don't know why he felt his heart beat faster. The oxygen that went into his chest cavity was also considerably reduced, making him congested.

He grabbed the thin book next to him. A book he filled with his diary. Then he flicked the book into his face. Gives a fresh breeze for him to breathe deeply.

Arkan took his eyes off Kian's feet. His eyes went to every corner of the room. There is no AC. There's only a small fan on the dresser.

"Is there no AC in your room?" ask Arkan curiously.

Kian shakes. "I don't want to trouble Auntie by adding to her electricity bill. Accepted in this house for free, I'm grateful" replied Kian.

"If you feel hot, there's a little fan. Yes, although it's not cold, but it's better than hot." Kian pointed at the small fan that Arkan had seen earlier.

Arkan. But he kept walking to get it. Put that fan on the nightstand. Then turn it on and direct it to Kian.

Uh, why is he pointing at me?

Isn't he the one who's angry?

After turning on the fan, Arkan again massaged Kian's aching leg. The mood was silent again. Arkan remained focused on his activities. While Kian, slowly began to sleepy. In an instant he was asleep.

"You go to sleep very soon. I just took a few minutes to massage you. Looks like my massage is good! You're lucky, you're the first person I massage with both hands." Arkan smiled with his own mutterings.

"Rest me, I'll come back later" he said, covering half of Kian's body with a blanket.

Note: Sorry if there are words or writing that are not connected, because the idea of writing again is unstable. Follow a mood that sometimes goes up and down. 🙏🙏

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Greetings from author, Ka bany 😘😘😘