Paid Boyfriend Brother Ketos

12. Strategies

Fionns

"What the fxck?"

"What?"

"Are you fxcking?"

I don't know what fate had planned because when they all reacted like that, it was Bu Deb who delivered our order. "Get your language, yeah. Still young in the hobby of talking dirty!" he put down the dishes containing the food. "If you still hear you guys talking like that later, just look. Who says you don't dare to put chili in your mouth one-on-one."

Buset, bye!

"Ih, Mom really, deh. Tega is very much the same grandson himself" Hamish chirped.

Mario who incidentally is the original grandson of Bu Deb hit the arm of the friend who sat next to him. "What the heck, man? Keep your talk to my grandma, yeah!"

The surprised Hamish immediately grimaced. "Apaan, hell, lo, Yo! I'm, right, just kidding." He protested while rubbing the part that met with the palm of Mario earlier.

Don't ask me why Mario can call his own grandmother with Mom's call. Unlike you guys who are half-dead, I never questioned the matter. I think it's his right and his family would choose to call their family members by any name. No business with me either. I just have to respect their decision.

Including you guys.

Anyway, care what, anyway? My friend Mario aja bodo is very bae.

Hadheh.

I and Aldi decided to both not care and started eating our lunches. Shxt. I was hungry because I only had breakfast from home. At school, I didn't eat either. My stomach was really excited to see a plate of creamy shrimp pasta on the table in front of me.

Appetit!

At some point, silence surrounded the four of us who were busy eating foods made by the hands of Bu Deb who had been famous for the taste of champions.

"By the way, you're seriously the same one you said earlier, bro?"

I swallowed the last piece of shrimp before answering Hamish's question by nodding and muttering, "Hm."

"Well, damn it, you bald gentlemen. Thanks for the task not about emang, ye," he added again.

I just put my shoulders down.

"Keep, what are you going to do? In my opinion, yes, it's pretty clear that he wants you to fail."

Soon Mario refuted the statement Gondrong did not stand it. "If Mr Mul does not want Fionn to win, why did he say he wants to give value first before the task is completed? If you want to nag, tuh, think about it first, Mish. Don't just go crazy. Looks, right, bego lo."

Hamish took off his middle finger to fly towards Mario.

Fxck. We have such a dysfunctional friendship at its best.

I really don't care about anyone. Aldi is also a duck-talker and interacts more with games on his phone. The quiet but unacquainted Mario filters words when he speaks. And the mad Hamish will seem to agree with others so as not to be able to form his own opinion.

Damn. Dysfunctional family and dysfunctional friendship?

What a wonderful world, huh?

"Gapain is busy thinking about how to deal with that much? Lo, right, just find someone who can do it. Keep paying, huh. Easy."

I immediately turned to look at Aldi whose hand was holding the gadget back.

"The ant! Good idea, huh, Bro!"

You can guess who just responded.

But he's right. The idea of Aldi is absolutely brilliant. "Hm." I started to mutter, my brain started to work. "Maybe, too."

"Who, yes, could possibly be paid to do all that?"

Fxck. I really started to question my friendship with Hamish. Why would I want to be friends with a pathetic person like him, anyway? He is such a fxcking loser.

"much. You're on, right, you know in our schools a lot of kids are coming in through the scholarship? Well, they are certainly smart and the important thing .. do not refuse if offered a penny a wad."

What the heck? How can I not know about all of this fxcking shxt?

Oh, yeah. Because I don't care about anyone but myself.

Well, okay then.

"Eh, man. You really are the same Mr. Mul not, anyway?"

I again had to turn to the Aldi who from earlier did not even try to divert his attention from the cellphone screen. "Hm." I muttered again.

"If it's–"

"Woy, Kamprxt!" Suddenly Mario cut off Aldi's conversation.

Then the Dipshxt lifted his head. Then he took his eyes off the screen in his hand. Then he looked at us. "Just relax, dong, Yo. Don't use yelling at everything. Anxing!"

"Mario! Aldi!" Bu Deb's voice suddenly boomed, surprising some visitors other than us who were already at Crusty Deb. "Mother's got a slap, huh?"

I'm chuckling. Hands down's. Dep is the best.

Aldi's lazy eye finally met my eye. He continued his interrupted sentence. "If you're really pissed off like a teacher, you might want revenge. Yeah, right?"

Okay. I became more interested in the idea that came from inside this most likely still empty head. I then nodded my head.

"According to lo-lo on, what kind of revenge is most solid for the noble Mr Mul, huh? What better revenge than involving his own son in the act?"

Wait a minute. "Pak Mul has a child who goes to school in Taruna Nusantara?" ask them.

Aldi, Hamish, and Mario directed unsuspecting expressions at me simultaneously. "Lo don't know, bro? Where have you been all this time?" Hamish expressed in surprise.

Mario rolled his eyeballs. "Come on, Mish. What kind of stupid question is that? Si Fionn, yes, went nowhere. He's not used to caring about others around him."

Shxt. That nailed me on the head. Even so I still don't like being exposed like that by Mario. "Shut the fxck up, dude," infuriated me in a lower tone. At least I have a little more awareness than them not to tease Miss Ded with my already too dirty mouth.

Mario shrugged his shoulders. "That's the freaking fact, though."

I don't want to stick to his tongue anymore. I focused my attention on Aldi who had lowered his head again. My hand moved to snatch the phone.

"Hey! What the fxck? Get back in my phone, Bro!" his roar.

I don't want to give up. "Lo just told me about Mr. Mul's son, right? Tell me about him."

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