My enemy my Beloved
Chapter 12's
Mayleen shook her head quickly. “No... just means you're really close to him? Really?” Mayleen was suddenly enthusiastic. He closed the laptop that he was using. Up until now it had completely focused on the girl before him.
Hanna suddenly misbehaved. “Not so close,” answered as if for sure but Mayleen was sure that the girl was lying.
Mayleen smiling. “Near by no papa, Hanna. No one bids you either. The Ronin are also good. The problem of temperament is that you can certainly be the master. Wouldn't dare him to be lo.” he explained half-jokingly, half-literate, but everything felt right in Hanna's ears.
“But without me saying, you know who I like.” Hanna tapped her finger on the table. They talked, like close friends who had often chatted, so relaxed without any awkwardness at all.
Mayleen nodded. The girl looked at Hanna before speaking. “Gue knows, so I can say this.” Silence moment. “Lo deserves to be happy, Hanna. You have the right to be with someone who loves you. Which makes you special. Her queen's she.”
"Lo says it like you know how she feels." Hanna smiled wryly. Playing Mayleen's ballpoint pen lying on the table.
Mayleen noticed the girl in front of her who looked cool herself. "certain. I know Ronin. And you know what? Lately what Hanna always talks about is like this, Hanna is. See also I know how he feels to elo, Han.” The girl glanced at Hanna for a moment. “Gue initially thought, maybe one-sided love. But, who knows? Maybe the eagle's eyes could melt the elo?" He ogled.
On target.
The eagle eye that always makes Hanna melt away. But, is that enough to serve as a reason to open your heart?
"But yes still before that, you have to finish your previous feelings first. Because our hearts can't love two hearts at once, Hanna" Mayleen said with a smile. The girl noticed Hanna who was looking away as if thinking.
The eyes of these two girls were distracted when someone opened the door of the room. Ken's in. It was only realized that if Hanna and Mayleen were in this room, the young man immediately turned around and left. "Sorry, I'm a nuisance."
"Eh no papa," Mayleen held Ken's arm, asking him to stop. "Gue is done. Mr. Chairman and the vice chairman's mother, please meet first, I'm sorry." Mayleen.
Ken and Hanna look at each other.
"Gue ain't got no meeting with her."
"But May…"
Mayleen just smiled. Pat Hanna on the shoulder and carry her laptop. Then get out while closing the door again. Leaving these two friends who are still fixated are unable to speak.
"Lo's still mad at me, Ken?" Hanna broke the silence. This girl looked at the young man who was still standing not far from her. The young man he loved so much.
"Gue's never been mad at you, Hanna."
Lies. There was an emotional gurgle that Hanna caught from her eyes. Something very rarely shown by a perfect young man like Ken.
"Lo believes all those rumors, Ken?" Hanna asked again. The girl stood up. Stepping slowly towards right in front of this young man.
Ken's staring. "Gue believes the same. But I don't believe in him."
Hanna smiled obliquely. The girl turned around, walked towards the wall, paying attention to the photos displayed there. One of them looks a picture of Ken smiling sweetly at the camera while holding Hanna's head, while the girl smiled thinly trying to hide her flowery feelings. The photo was taken while they were performing LDKS for the first time. Hanna smiled wryly remembering those times. "Lo believe I like you, Ken?" ask the girl again.
"No."
"Lo misunderstood, Han." Ken stay calm. The young man held Hanna's arm. The girl looked at him frustrated, disappointed, all mixed into one. "Gue can't believe that you like me because I don't think that's possible, it's wrong."
"What's wrong, Ken? Don't I deserve a perfect guy like you?" Hanna let go of her hand; crossed to the chest, making self-defense.
Ken did not answer. This young man turned around, moving away. Pay attention to the row of trophies and charters neatly displayed on the wall. "Lo know what's the most tragic thing about our relationship, Han?" tanyanya slow. Hanna did not reply, waiting for this young man to continue his own question. "Do you think I've never had the same feeling?"
Hanna raised her eyebrows. But the girl didn't speak either.
"I used to love you, Hanna. After all, who has never liked you?"
Still not reacting. Hanna doesn't even believe what she's hearing.
"But who am I? I'm just a kid from a regular guy, I can even pay for my school because I got a scholarship. I try hard to learn, join the organization, friendly, so good, let people not see my background, let people want to admit me. And elo? Elo daughter conglomerate, without seeking recognition anyone was all self-confessed, your life is perfect, you can not be touched. Who am I to dare to like you, Han? I can't. I know myself enough. I struggled to get rid of my feelings. Normalize myself to be truly affectionate just as you are sincere without any sense of wanting to have. I need time to get to that point, Hanna."
Pause for a moment. Hanna still couldn't process the information she received.
"Until I finally met Felline, my childhood neighbor. Slowly my feelings changed. But after all that, I heard that you like me, you are heartbroken because I have a boyfriend. What about all that, Hanna? Should I believe it after a thousand times that I've denied my own feelings?"
Hanna was still speechless. Ken like? How come? After all the lovey dovey Hanna saw, how could Ken say something like this?
"Then there was another rumor about lo and the school thugs. The rumors are worse. There are rumors that shouldn't exist. Gossip that ruined your image in this school. The rumors that it might have happened because of me. I'm angry, Han. I am angry at myself. I want you to be happy. But I just got you in trouble."
Hanna's riveted. Slowly, the girl turned her head towards the young man in front of her. The young man still looked at him. His hands clenched, restraining all the emotions in his chest.
"Ken, it's not your fault." Hanna. The girl slowly grabbed this young man, hugging him from behind. "Sorry, you have to keep it all alone. If only you'd been honest with me, Ken, once, maybe we'd been together." Hanna took off her hug. Wiping a puddle in the corner of his eye. "But we seem to be being played with by fate. Like you said, our relationship is tragic." Hanna smiled wryly, claustrophobic in her chest. Why is the relationship so complicated.
"Hanna…"
"Let's take a break, Ken. I think we can stay forever. But we can't be friends with feelings like that." Hanna touched Ken's cheek while smiling. This time his smile was more sincere. The girl stroked Ken's face fondly. "Go back if your feelings are normal, or if you can choose, I will do the same. But I hope what you want isn't me anymore, Ken. And hopefully it's not what I want anymore. Because I don't want to hurt anyone."
Hanna let go of this young man. Completely release. It's hard to let go of someone who just admitted to having the same feelings as us. But what good would it be if those feelings had changed? What's the point if those feelings get complicated with each other? It will only hurt each other.
Hanna opened the door. The bell has rung. The girl came out of the room when a student came down the stairs. The young man who makes his feelings more complicated and unreasonable. The young man who despite knowing Hanna loves others, but is able to make Hanna repeatedly hug him and lean on him.
Their eyes clashed. The young man smiled brightly. But his smile dimmed as Ken also walked out of the same room. His face was emotional. Hanna knows that expression. The expression shown when Hanna did not accept alone with another man, especially in a closed room. Ronin would've punched Ken if Hanna hadn't held his hand.
The girl shook her head weakly, no longer having the strength to argue. His eyes were glazed over, like clear crystals were about to descend soaking his cheeks. Ronin can catch that. He then chose to ignore the young man who was with Hanna, grabbing the girl's hand and holding her even though there were dozens of pairs of eyes looking at them.
At least, he wouldn't let the girl cry alone.
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