Oh My Love's

The Tristan

Hana and I went to the cafeteria, and found Sasha reading her little notebook while gently tapping on the lunchbox she had shown me.

"Who read what?" ask me when I get there and sit facing him with Hana next to me.

"Just memorize some foreign vocabulary," he replied, then opened the lunchbox for me. "Eat, the doorbell will be ringing soon."

While accepting the gift, my suspicions raised the question, "You are so relaxed. Don't you want to ask me about my conversation with Tantan?"

Sasha smiled. "No need." Then, he pulled out a cell phone that displayed the recording data. "Hana's been helping me."

Suddenly, I turned around and saw Hana pretending not to listen in on her chocolate cake that she had bought before sitting here.

"If I were there, there might be another fight between us and panic. Panic is something that you should avoid, so I decided with this solution" continued Sasha who looked back at her little notebook.

I hugged Hana until she was surprised. "Thank you."

"Yes, Lia. At any time," he replied, pointing to my lunch. "Eat. From now on, Sasha must be waiting for your reaction to see the contents."

"I didn't say that." Sasha.

"But your reaction says it like that, you know?" ledek Hana made me laugh.

Seen in this small box containing rice and chicken balls with caramel colored sauce. There are also pokcoy and also available scoops.

"Are you cooking this early in the morning?" I scooped the rice with the chicken and put it in my mouth.

"No way, Lia," Hana chirped. "He must have bought instant bento from the mini market and just heated it to the oven."

I also trust him with the mangosteen.

"Don't talk carelessly. I cooked it myself" Sasha replied.

Hana also grinned. "Just kidding."

At the entrance bell, I did not see Tristan at all until the second hour of rest. The bag was still left in class, but the owner did not show the nose. Three subjects are counted alva by the teacher as there is no clarity from them.

The time I was waiting for was over, going home from school. I'm still thinking about Tristan's whereabouts and is it possible that he came home first after we spoke? Perhaps, he was angry because there was a third person who heard his words, even more so sensitive. I know that Hana is not a bucket-mouthed, but still Tristan can be wary of her secret that she really wants to show me.

However, what did he all say were facts or mere words to bluff?

TING! TING! TING!

My daydream was scattered with the twang of the bell from the direction of the green cart that sold ice cream pieces. Everything I thought of seemed forgotten just like that in imagining the deliciousness of traditional ice cream that is no less delicious than factory-made.

Ah yes, I forgot if I didn't bring pocket money.

Sasha, who was next to me, pulled the edge of her shirt and said, "Let's get some ice cream!"

As he walked away, he held my arm. "That's not healthy. I'll buy you some fruit ice cream when we get home."

"You mean, ice cream that's just flooded with milk and then frozen? It feels ordinary. I want that savory cut ice cream!" My finger pointed towards the wagon with the seller giving a thumbs up to Sasha as if hearing our conversation. "Come on."

"Can't."

"Can!"

Instantly Hana passed in front of us with a pink cut ice cream lick with strawberry flavoring. Sasha's reaction became sour without feeling the ice cream.

I wanted to pull it and ask to defend me in the ice cream purchase.

"Well, just once." A small amount of money had come out of Sasha's pocket. "Let me buy it."

Suddenly, there was a loud cry from behind me and there was a little girl in the middle of the four-year-old range held by one of the female teachers. After Sasha came with ice cream, I picked it up and gave it to the little boy until the crying subsided.

"Thank you," said the child by devouring the ice cream until his cheeks increased in volume. "This handsome boy is really good."

Obviously, I gave it to him despite the spoils from Sasha!

"Unlike the handsome brother, but fierce earlier," he continued, which made my forehead shrivel.

"So she cried because she was yelled at by the children. Just understand the little boy, his attitude is quite unsettling" said the female teacher who never taught in my class.

"Well, that's her big brother!" This girl pointed back and saw Tristan who was wearing a bag on one shoulder, walking with her chin raised.

I was surprised not by his presence, but his mouth that exhaled smoke and in his hand was a burning cigarette.

"Mother go first" said the teacher, pretending not to see Tristan who should be reprimanded.

I immediately approached Tristan, took his hand and snatched the cigarette away without feeling guilty. There was no resistance from him, just like being sincere.

"What the fuck?" My eyes glared inwardly at his face reflected despair. "Suddenly being a delinquent?"

"Shut up" he replied, to my surprise that he had been given these kinds of reps for the first time.

Was he angry that I turned him down this morning?

Another cigarette was taken out of the box, then I grabbed it and threw it away until his face looked furious. I'm not afraid, because he's not the Tristan I know.

"This is how you get angry? By destroying the body?" I spewed a scolding in the middle of this home school crowd.

Tristan is small. "What's your business? My heart is so broken, and do you care? Don't act like this, get out of the way."

He walked past me haughtily, while Sasha came up to me and banged her head to ask me to continue walking home.

"Damn it!" it was my woe that made these two men surprised and sculpted. "What's the point of behaving like this? Just so I feel guilty, is that it?"

Some children started looking at me, while Tristan turned his head and looked at me from the tail of his eyes.

"Then, make me the bad guy here?" I continued with strong emotions. "What do you feel comfortable with displaying completely unsuitable characteristics?"

"Lia, stop." Sasha whispered and held my hand. He wanted to avoid meddling and quarrel again, then because it reduced the action in preventing me excessively.

"You talk a lot." Tristan answered which jolted me. "Shut up and go with your lover. It was futile to display the charade with false concern."

I feel like crying because of my worries is called fake caring.

"False concern?" I raised my intonation. "Ah asshole, we're friends!"

My hands were getting gripped by Sasha and I held these eyes to cry. However, Tristan just continued to walk away and his presence just vanished.

Am I the wrong person here?

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