My Possessive Badboy's

Hand in Hands

"Ra, it doesn't matter if you come with me to the basecamp first?" ask Mizar with an untranslatable face.

They had just stepped out of the ice cream shop and were walking at a fast pace towards the parking lot.

The rain had just subsided and left a small drizzle. Also puddles at some point holes.

It could be a romantic moment. However, Mizar is quite self-conscious and does not expect more than this.

Moreover, the progress of their relationship is more grateful than ever before. Where Maura did not consider her existence at all.

"Revelation!"

Mizar swiftly drew Maura's hand as she was about to fall into a puddle as she turned to him while walking. Maybe she wasn't fully focused enough to make him lose his balance.

Perhaps also due to following Mizar's long and wide footsteps, to make Maura quite defeated and make him almost fall into a puddle.

What was certain was that the young man's invitation was quite sudden and a little hasty. The girl steps behind before finally being able to walk parallel to Mizar.

"Be careful" said the young man in a soft voice.

Maura nodded in panic and tried to make some distance with the young man. Being so close to him made him feel uncomfortable.

"Did something happen?" ask the woman so she can control herself. Trying to seem ordinary despite actually feeling a little awkward.

The young man did not answer. He paused for a moment before reaching Maura's parked car. He looked at the woman with a face he could not reveal.

"I can't explain the situation here." Mizar looked sorry.

"Okay, I understand. It doesn't matter if I go with you first" replied the woman gave a decision.

A smile framed Mizar's face. The young man nodded in understanding and thanked Maura for her understanding.

The two got into the car without much conversation. Even during the journey, there was no chatter between them and more silence.

Only one or two times did Mizar ask a question that Maura answered briefly. It is undeniable that the woman was quite tense.

He still doesn't know what happened and Mizar's face really doesn't look okay. Even though the young man tried to hide it.

Nearly half an hour passed to reach their destination. Only then did the car driven by Mizar enter a fairly elite residential area in the region.

The car actually stops in front of the house which they refer to as the basecamp.

"We have arrived" Mizar told the woman sitting beside him.

His face looked astonished. However, still he followed Mizar who first got off from the car.

"Whose house is this?" maura asked a little hesitantly.

"Jerome. Not the main house. You could say the assets belonged to his parents. Rather than not being occupied, Jerome told his parents to make this house the basecamp of Andromeda's children."

"Andromeda?" Maura is not ignorant about the motorcycle gang that is quite famous in the campus.

It's just that he pretended not to know because he didn't want Mizar to assume that he was secretly paying attention or finding out about the guy.

"Ah, that's my vat with the others. You met them once while changing Andara. But actually, it's only six of them."

"There are others too. Maybe some of them are inside right now" Mizar continued, pointing inside with a chin gesture.

"Oh." Maura answered briefly. Then follow Mizar who first walked into the house.

No sound was heard when they came. In front were several large motorcycles parked. There may be seven or eight. That means there should be more people inside.

In fact, not a single sound was heard from within.

Even since then, Mizar has behaved the same. Not much to say, as if something had happened to them.

While in place, Maura was overwhelmed with anxiety. Should he follow the young man into the house?

Maura stopped at the door. He seemed hesitant to move forward. To make Mizar come to a stop at the door.

The young man turned his head towards Maura who was now walking behind him.

"What's up, Ra?" mizar asked with a frown in wonder.

"Eh?"

The woman looked confused. He looked at Mizar with eyes that could not be expressed.

Mizar walked over. It erodes the distance between the two until they get closer.

Reflexes, Maura dodges and makes the distance between them re-expand.

"Is there anything that disturbs your mind?" The young man repeated his question and did not get an answer.

Maura actually seems to have difficulty swallowing saliva that seems to be stuck in the throat.

"Gue just wait here," Maura said making Mizar's forehead wrinkle in surprise.

"Why is that?"

"No papa anyway. Not good with the others."

The young man's forehead grew increasingly wrinkled at Maura's reply. It is not usually that the girl is embarrassed to meet a lot of people.

No, rather than being embarrassed, Maura looks more like a depressed person.

'Is he uncomfortable?' mizar whispered in his mind. However, he could not remain silent any longer while there was business waiting for him inside.

"Just in. There's Sky and Arlan inside too. You can be with them if you're not comfortable deket me."

"No, not that. I think your business is important. I don't feel good about meddling in your business."

"Gue is just an outsider. This isn't my place, is it?" continued Maura after pausing the previous sentence.

A smile framed Mizar's face. The young man drew closer to Maura who kept shifting every time Mizar approached him.

"Ra, we can get to the page if you keep sliding. Here's your hand. Let's not be outsiders" Mizar said, extending a hand.

"Huh?"

"Udah, here's your hand." Mizar's hand is still outstretched. Waiting for the woman to welcome him.

"Make what?"

"I told you. Let's not be outsiders. You came with me. So, you can't possibly be considered an outsider."

No other choice. Maura hesitantly welcomes Mizar's hand.

Waiting outside is certainly not a fun idea either. As a result, Maura decided to go inside. Without ignoring the hand of Mizar who now holds it gently.

Both are walking quietly. Although it can not be denied that Mizar's heart beats unbecoming.

The sight did not even go unnoticed by everyone when they appeared hand in hand.