Paid Boyfriend Brother Ketos

11. Deb Crusty

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The legs of the chair made a pretty loud noise as I shifted the chair back to stand up.

"Bro, where are you going? Lunch is plenty, Woy! Not finished first?"

Without looking at it, I knew it was Hamish. "Gue out's. I was full" answered briefly and turned around.

I could hear the rhyming and the arguing done with half whispering and half yelling and going on behind my back. However, I could not find anything inside me to care about what they were talking about.

Because I honestly don't care about them.

Fuck those people.

However, just a few steps away, I could already feel the presence of the people behind me again.

"Where are you going, huh?" ask Mario calmly.

The question was answered by Hamish who was already feeling excited. The joy he felt had already radiated to his high and impatient voice. "Yes, to Antlantis. Where else?"

Atlantis is a seaside entertainment venue full of food and game stands. The place we always visit. Good to eat, play, or just hangout and want to change the atmosphere.

"okay."

We continued to walk to our lockers.

"Eh, man. Sorry. I can't feel the emotion of seeing Alda's behavior. That kid always makes a tantrum, I don't know how I have to be with him." Aldi, who I'm guessing was walking to my left, suddenly opened his voice.

He always apologized to me for the behavior of his twin brother. This made me think; did Alda ever apologize to Aldi about what he had done behind his twin brother? Did he ever feel a little guilty about our secret meeting?

Heh. I'm not sure Alda has a bone called guilt in his body that I've enjoyed repeatedly.

Nope. I'm sure the jxlang doesn't care about Aldi's feelings.

So have I.

Well, what can I do about that? Or, the real question is what do I want to do about that?

Mehs. Nothing.

I just muttered as a sign that I heard her words.

****

After picking up the bags, walking to the parking lot, and riding in each car, we unplugged from the school no matter the hours of study that were still left.

Two damn thick books put a very heavy burden on my backpack. Fxcking. Why would I be stuck in a situation like this, anyway?

After driving on a fairly deserted road, I took the last turn and immediately parked Cheri in one of the spots closest to the Crusty Deb building, restaurants serving the most delicious seafood dishes in the entire city.

I went inside without waiting for Mario, Hamish, and Aldi to arrive first. Bodo.

Inside, Deb, the owner, himself welcomed me with a frown on his forehead that had started to wrinkle. "What the fuck?" sue him after seeing my butt still in school uniform. "Don't tell me you're truant again."

Debby Lee took a deep breath. His shoulders rose and fell significantly on his stocky body. "You guys, yeah .. really." He shook his head which was already full of white hair. "Where are the others?"

I threw myself into one of the tables in the corner of the room near the window facing the sea. "It's coming soon, too" I replied in Kalakian.

He exhaled and shook his breath again. Put the menu list on the table.

I immediately spit out of my mouth. "What the fuck?" I imitated his words earlier while pointing towards the brown leather-bound book. In front of it is the Crusty Deb logo and the MENU text. "Mom knows we don't have to look at the menu anymore, right? I'm still young, Mom, so it's a really good deal to ignore all the menus that are here at all prices. You want to suck me up, huh, Mom?"

Women who already consider me and the children like their own grandchildren are suddenly doing things that I did not expect.

"ouch!" I'm hissing. The paselengan these old mothers really felt all over my body. Maybe the middle-aged woman hit me on the head with that heavy menu book. "What the hell? What's wrong, Miss Deb?!" roaring me while rubbing the part of my head that was just tortured.

"Don't pretend to be you!" He moved his hand as if he wanted to point the savage thing at me again.

My hands are automatically raised to protect my precious head. My body immediately lowered its head, trying to get away from the reach of his hand. "Buset, bye. Sorry, Mom!"

"God, geez. It's good to say sorry. Here I'm stirring again let your brain run. Schoolboy, but even skipped his job. Wonder," repet Miss Debby. He slammed the book on the table.

From behind my position, the laughter suddenly jumped.

"Are you laughing now, huh?"

The hands of those mothers are now landing on my temple.

"Huh, what the hell, Mom now why even my nutmeg noyor?"

"Fucking boy, um," said Ms. Deb as she turned and passed.

I could no longer hold back my laughter so I let it go. God fucking. Only Ms. Deb can comfort me when I feel this way. Only he can make me feel better after what I went through at school.

Shxt. I don't want to think about that right now.

Not long after the riots created by Bu Deb, Hamish, Aldi, and Mario enter the resto simultaneously.

"Woy, you guys!" A scream sounded from the kitchen. "Here!"

All three of my friends were standing in their respective places. Their eyes widened, not expecting to get an emergency call when they just entered Crusty Deb.

Two thumbs up for Miss Deb. I don't know where he knew they had just arrived. This time I really tried to hide the gelak because I did not want to get an extra portion of the thump of the mother.

Nope. Nope. Nope. Not gonna happen.

The dipshxts still had time to glance at me with a confused look and ask for help. I just put my shoulders down and waved my hand.

Oh, what a hell I am. Please save yourself each. I got the rations earlier.

"Hamish! Aldi! Mario! Get your xsses up here, right now!"

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