My Dangerous Boy's

Part 2 - Tired Day

"Jeez, Shella, why are you just coming home now?" pekik Clara hysterical. "And what's with your face?"

Clara was surprised to find her sister standing in front of the house with a messy appearance and a face as pale as a corpse. Hell, what has this sister done? Her hair also looks very tangled and wet.

"Sister, let me in first. I'm so cold now" said Shella, rubbing her hands together. Expect to get some warmth even if just a little.

Clara, who had been standing at the door, spontaneously shifted to the left, letting her sister in.

Shella went straight into the house and sat on the sofa, no matter if it would get wet. He leaned back his dizzy head, and closed both eyes.

Shella hoped that after this, she would not be seriously ill from the rain.

"Hey, why didn't you answer my phone?" ask Clara who was sitting next to Shella. He gave Shella a towel to clean the remnants of rain water attached to her body.

Shella opened her eyes, then her hand grabbed the towel that her brother had given her. The woman did not dry her body, but covered her body as if it were a warm blanket.

"My phone was left in the room" said Shella, with her eyes closed.

Clara frowned in annoyance when she saw this behavior of her sister. Intentionally, Clara pulled the towel and then threw it in Shella's face.

"What the hell, sister," Shella's grumpy. He took the towel back and looked at the older brother with an annoyed look. What does her brother mean try?

Clara clocked Shella's forehead so hard that she made him complain a little slowly. "Go take a shower. You know, your body is so dirty. You bad boy."

Shella grunted in annoyance. Well, actually he's very lazy to move and clean up.

"Well, Brother," said Shella in a tone as sweet as possible, even though his heart was already feeling very coarse now.

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Shella was drying her newly washed hair. If he had not been exposed to rainwater, then he would not have bothered to wash his hair. Especially in the middle of the night this makes it a little cold even though it has been bathed in warm water.

Shella then walked towards the kitchen. Clara was sitting in a dining chair with her eyes focused on her phone. At the table was a glass of warm chocolate milk prepared for him.

The woman sat down on the dining chair with her hand grabbing the glass of milk. Then, drink it quickly until the glass is finished unceremoniously.

After that, he put the glass back on the table and walked away leaving his brother who was still seriously staring at his cellphone.

"Sister, I go to the room first. Good night," cried Shella who was already at the end of the stairs.

"Yes, yeah. Good night too" said Clara with eyes that were still not shifted from her phone in the slightest.

Shella only shook her head when she saw her brother's behavior. Gosh, what exactly did this brother see? I don't know why her brother was smiling to himself while looking at his phone.

It's crazy.

Arriving at the room, Shella looked at herself in front of her makeup table. Oh my God, his face looks so sad. It was only fitting that when he got home, his brother was very hysterical to find himself in a mess.

Shella held onto her swollen eyes, then looked towards her flushed nose. He sighed heavily.

Her hands grabbed the hair dryer from the drawer to dry her wet hair. He felt sorry for his own face.

While turning on the dryer, Shella stared blankly at the mirror, but her brain had wandered out there.

Well, it actually all started with her best friend sending her a picture. That picture is what's making him fucked up like this right now.

At that time, he was walking in a hurry in one of the famous mall centers in his city.

Westfield Century City's.

Shella could not believe her words, but the images that were snapped and sent to her made her world seem upside down right then and there.

His heart was like being squeezed and crushed from within. He was hoping that what was said and photographed was the wrong thing. Maybe his friend was wrong to know people, or wrong to see. But not really, Shella knew the person in the photo.

No, just be positive thinking Shella.

Then, his steps slowly stopped when he saw something. What he expected was not achieved. Shella clenched both her hands, while her tears were already racing to burst out from within.

Shit, he really dislikes what happened today, errat, hates him so much.

Shella laughed bitterly, it turned out this was the reality. He shook his head slowly, then looked towards his girlfriend. Huh, this is not his imagination.

In addition to his trusted family, he also trusted his girlfriend very much. But now, that trust has disappeared and is divided.

Seeing her boyfriend who is busy with her woman until he does not know her whereabouts, Shella slowly moves away from the place. It was like swallowing a bitter block in his throat.

Like a coward, Shella ran into the park. Well, maybe he can calm down while he's there.

"Shella, what are you thinking?"

Suddenly, the voice of his beloved brother barged into his mind. As if being pulled into the real world, Shella was shocked to death.

"What is my brother doing here?" shella shouted in surprise.

Clara sighed, then her hand picked up the dryer used by her sister. "Looks like you want to make your hair go sour, huh?"

Shella spontaneously groped her hair, then gave a small smile. Her hair has been dry since.

"I've been calling you, but why don't you answer. Are you having any trouble?" clara asked as she raised one eyebrow.

Shella scratched her non-itchy nape before finally answering Clara's question. "No, Brother. Why?"

Clara looked at her sister with a look of disbelief, as if Shella was lying to her. She actually wanted to ask a few more things, but considering the clock had already shown at 12pm, Clara canceled her intention.

"Alright, but I hope tomorrow you will explain everything to me" Clara said irrefutably.

Shella exhaled, then agreed to her brother's orders by force.

So annoying.

"Then you better get some sleep now" her brother said.

"Yes, a chatty sister. Your beloved sister will sleep now."

Clara gave a sharp snort at her sister's words, making Shella chuckle amusedly at her.

"Then. I'm going out now."

After her sister came out of the room, Shella exhaled heavily again. Should he tell his sister about this? His mind was still overwhelmed with confusion and worry.

The girl threw herself on the bed when she found no way out of all this. Oh, my God, maybe tomorrow he'll think about it.

Huh, It's a very tired day.

30 April 2020😘