My match Mafia 1000 Stories

MONOLOGUE SASA ZIERA (2)

The High School man who teased me, all of them, turned his head and looked towards the voice.One of them, whose self-introduction was cut off became the first to reply.

"What's up....?!"

He was not shaken in the slightest and instead looked at her. The general person would probably immediately submit and apologize, but he seemed to be more courageous. Perhaps, he was someone who was often involved in violence?

Even if that was true, the age difference from their face and height was very noticeable. The voice of the exclamation turned out to be from someone who was wearing servant clothes, of course, he was a servant.

He took a few steps forward and faced the High School man, mutual gazes were inevitable.

A crammed atmosphere settled between us, producing a pressure that forced silence.

While I was silent and praying, I slowly ventured to look towards them, but only half of the body.

"Sorry, gentlemen. Can you leave a woman there? He felt disturbed, it was for the sake of mutual comfort."

"Well? ... I think not so. If he felt so, it should have been from the beginning to refuse or leave us. But he doesn't do things like that?"

Is his memory so, bad?... It's obvious I said "leave me alone!" as a form of rejection I give. And also, since I just kept my head down without answering long, everyone should understand that, that's a form of rejection and discomfort.

Looking at me for a moment and replying to the waiter's question like that, it felt like it was an indirect coercion.didn't it, was it?

The waiter saw me, I looked down again, my chest still ached and hot.heard their tone which to me was high, it was harsh and painful. the disturbance I have is indeed sensitive, I admit it.

"... Sorry, that's a wrong thought. Everyone knows that the women there are uncomfortable with your presence bothering them."

"Hah~!"

The center of the surrounding view leads to them, and of course to me as well. The High School man was grieving with an annoyed look on his face, the friend beside him held his shoulder, giving advice.

"Hey, buddy. Don't you go any further, we'd better just go."

"I agree."

"If you're selfish, we'll be affected too. You think only you'll bear it?"

Wise advice, indeed that was the best decision from the beginning.if you guys are not reckless to approach me, maybe something like this will not happen.

Even so, the man seemed unwilling to follow their advice, his expression drawing like that. staring at the servant cynically, his attitude seemed ready to fight.

"I can't just walk away with this condition.My pride is at stake, I feel insulted.when, if I want. I can buy this cafe with even his people."

The reply from him made his friends, me, the waiter, even the other servants and some of the customers who heard, surprised by the expression.not because of anything, but, but it was precisely his words that were a huge humiliation that pierced. I think the waiter has tried to help me and speak subtly to the facts without demeaning them. But, why would he even think so while insulting?

the servants who were carrying, and were about to give the dishes a moment's pause .. they looked at the High School man with cynical gazes.the aura of intimidation each gathered into one, one, but it didn't shake the bravery of that High School guy.

Does he have a flagship card like, professional in fighting? or, because his parents had as much wealth and authority as he had just wanted to convey?

"... Sorry, master! I still give time to withdraw the words.Preferably, do not look us one eye ... ... And we don't want any violence, for the sake of mutual comfort!"

Who is not offended if their self-esteem is juxtaposed with money.even though he (Sorry) a PSK, their goals and self-esteem should still be there while not based for good, so?

That is what the servant also felt and he conveyed representing the whole. His expression was cold with a sharp eye, his furrowed forehead, and the middle between his brow bending.

"Oi, oi. You want to get us into this? don't joke, I don't want to."

"Stop your current rash intentions and actions.You won't win!"

"After all, our original goal was just to have the girl there come with us."

He pointed with his index finger at me.

Take me with them? .. I don't think they can think so optimistically.

Starting from here, I felt a bad feeling. My chest that was throbbing faster was the signal.even though I had been holding back and felt pain and pain from the beginning, this time was different. maybe this is the reaction of the body when it gives a signal that .. something dangerous will happen, soon.

Sure enough, my hunch didn't miss. With a high and arrogant tone, the right punch was suddenly given to the servant.

it scares me, I reflexively cover my ears and head with my hands, even though I do not see it in full the whole body. This I often do, I must have done it when there was a further fight going on.

Leisurely, the servant held the blow using his palm, then clenched the hand of the High School man.

"I beg you, honorable sir! don't end this with violence.If indeed I make discomfort, I apologize---"

Humility is still carried out by the servant, to avoid unwanted events from happening. From this it is seen that, the servant has a sense of empathy and maturity, holding back his anger for the sake of other comforts is extraordinary.

The center of the whole view leads to them, it will be a problem if he acts rude even if he is right, will not.

But, the High School man still did not accept it in a state of arrogance. Maybe this is normal for teenagers growing up? their labile and selfish nature is still high and difficult to control, if not trained and familiarized.

The High School man instantly cut and countered him while again giving an attack, this time with a sickle kick.

"I'll forgive if you kneel under my shoes."

Resisting his attack earlier, his reply said making the servant even more serious, his face saying so. His humiliation was more cruel than before, was he a noble? just because of a small matter, he became extremely arrogant. If he thought he could get me with that kind of trait that he had, it must be a big mistake.

In fact, the other cafe waiters there were destroying a canned drink he brought in his hand, some were about to approach forward, some were, but it was being held back by the other servants beside him while shaking his head to the left and to the right slowly.

"... ... Mister!. .. I've been trying to avoid commotion and violence like, this? but it seems, you are learning less about manners!"

"Kgha!"

The grip of his hand to the hand of the High School man he was holding was further strengthened, urging him to the pain of holding him back.

"I'll warn you, this is the last time!. .. Better leave the women there and return to your seats, now! I will not be held responsible if something unwanted happens.At the very least, eyewitnesses and CCTV will be evidence."

The waiter said it in a low tone.he still has great patience, I appreciate it.

That's the kind of man I want, at least for his patience and not just to play. Partly, no, but all women would want a man who would be her husband hoping to have that trait, right?

The men's friends gulped and understood the threat, they tried to take it back to where they were before.

"Oi, oi! stop it here, Akmal!"

"We won't help you if you act rashly, any more than this."

"Nearly too, there should be a limit."

"Whispering! .. Losers like you won't understand."

"H-Hahh~"

The name of the High School man who had argued with the waiter was, Akmal.

Feeling all his friends were not giving support, Akmal turned to them and replied like that.

After that, he instead became more aggressive by directly giving a hook from the left, and upper cut with one left hand, he said, it made the waiter dodge and hold back and release his grip and take a few steps back, he was unharmed.

Continued with a swipe like a boxing player, he lunged forward and gave some combination movements. firstly, upper .. 1, 2 alternately use the left and right hands 3 times, and then take turns, everything is patched and avoided by the waiter, while making sure not to hit other customers, even if their distance is said to be safe with the nearest customer.

Not enough to get there, he continued with Upper 1, 2 again, then body, body, and upper 2 times .. again his attack did not succeed in hitting the waiter, the waiter, he was very agile and deft and his eyes continued to observe Akmal's movements.

Akmal's expression was irritated, while his friends who were watching criticized him slowly.Nothing separated them, not even the other servants were seen smiling ..May they look forward to the scene?

"Oi, oi. Am I the only one who thinks that, he's crazy?" rio

"No, it's not just you, I think so too" Vicky said.

"He is stubborn and arrogant, his nature is indeed troublesome" Tristan said.