Paid Boyfriend Brother Ketos

16. There she is

Fionns

I need to get out of here.

I can't stand their attitude anymore.

"I'm out." I stood up suddenly. My movements obviously interrupted what they were feeling and talking about.

"Where are you going, bro? Kan, we are again discussing the strategy to approach this Kimaya. Well, I mean, you're gonna need all the reinforcements you can get, right?"

"yeah. But, I have to unplug it now. You know, I have to ...." I accidentally didn't finish my sentence when it showed the phone that thankfully fxcking Gid was in hand.

The guys with dirty thoughts were back to cheering like ancient humans. "Woooo. Pantesans! Want to******lo, yes?"

"Damn it! You definitely got more action than my hands can do, man."

"Damn. Why is it the most evil of us who always get a lot of offers from the girls? Are they that much in love with bad boys?"

From the statements made by each of them, Mariolah's statement was the most selective. Always was.

I chose not to heed all of those words. Free to take their unimportant opinions. After dropping a few hundred thousand pieces of money onto the table, I immediately moved away from the table.

Ms. Deb happened to be near the cashier counter when I passed by. "Any fuck, boy?"

I paused in front of him to say goodbye properly. "Yes, Mom. Usual. I want to play pe-er," I said with origin while raising eyebrows playfully.

Ms. Deb rolled her dark black eyeballs, like the color of her and her other family's skin. "You know pe-er, you want to do pe-er. Excuses! If you want to lie it, yes, pinteran little why, ha? Want to underestimate Mom, you?"

God fucking. I will never win with this old lady. Although Bu Deb's tongue is sharper than Mario's, I found entertainment that I could never find anywhere other than here. With Ms. Deb, I can be myself without having to feel judged or stamped less.

Less rapidly. Less tough. Less worthy.

Things that Arnold and Monalisa Haas always managed to say without saying it directly to me.

"No, Mom." I chuckle. "Gue really harua ngerjain pe-er. So people can't suspect that, you know. Entar fast old new know taste!"

"Damn you!" Who would have thought that a stocky Bu Deb hand could reach my arm from behind the counter. A slap had obviously landed there. "Not to pay. I can still feed my own grandchildren."

"What, anyway, Mom? If you do not pay mulu that there is a place long time can be really crusty because bankrupt." Obviously I'm kidding. Even if Crusty Deb did not get the benefits because we often hang out and eat for free here, mario's parents and uncles or aunts who have all become great people will certainly not let their mother's efforts just crumble. They will always provide help.

After all, everyone knows that Crusty Deb is still open not because Bu Deb still needs the money. However, because Bu Deb still wants to work and help the employees. The delicious menu does not hurt the community. Instead they are happy to keep their favorite restaurant from decades ago.

"Yes, Mom." Now it's my turn to turn the eyeballs. "If so the money I live on the table is just a tip."

Hearing that, Ms. Deb smiled from ear to ear. "You, you, you. Behind your pleasure there is a figure of many."

Okaay. I'm not ready for sentimental talk like this anymore. "Ih, Mother. Don't fall for my pride as a bad boy." I protested.

However, no one can outwit the wise eye of Debby Lee who is staring at me intently. The look that made my ass sweat. The look that makes my body nervous.

God fucking.

The sound of footsteps behind me broke Bu Deb's concentration in exposing my deepest feelings. I turned to the source of the commotion and found three guys sitting with me approaching.

Each one of them greeted Deb. Mario put the hundred thousand money I left earlier in a jar marked TIPS.

"Thanks for lunch, Mom. Tasty. Like always's. See you when I see you." I waved and stepped outside without waiting for his response.

****

Actually I do not have a definite purpose when I drive the car to the road. Without thinking I turned on Cheri, pressed the horn as a gesture for Aldi, Hamish, and Mario who were also heading to their respective cars, and stepped on the gas pedal.

Where am I going now? Even going home I don't want to.

On top of the car that was traveling at low speed I thought about what I could do. Suddenly I remembered something as I passed by a big store in the city center.

Ah, yes. The stock of the item was already thinning at home. I'd better buy it now as long as I remember. Can be good if it really runs out. It could be my madness. Anyway, I can look at the others as well. Who knows, they have the latest collection.

God fucking. Where do I think I am, anyway? Why didn't I realize I was here?

Come on, Fionn. Keep your focus on driving! You don't want Cheri why, do you?

Shxt. That thought hit me hard. I have to take care of my beloved.

****

The bells hanging on the door rang loudly as I pushed the door in. The cashier suddenly looked up and immediately smiled at me.

As usual, I did not feel like exchanging pleasantries and immediately headed into the hallway with shelves filled with my favorite things.

Origami paper and books containing a collection of how to make creations from the latest edition of origami.

The art of paper folding is my escape. He can keep my sanity other than Cheri.

No. PlayStation does not count anymore.

Finished choosing one latest edition book that I have not had and a few packs of paper, I immediately headed to the cashier to check out. My desire to execute these papers became very high after seeing the colors of the paper. I want to get home quickly and shut myself in my room.

Because no one knows and can know about my addiction to this one item.

No one can know.

My vigorous steps stopped when I saw who was standing in line in front of the cashier.

Oh, shxt. Therehewas.

That's him, right?

Immediately I hid behind a nearby shelf so that I could pay more careful attention to him.

And it's true. Therehewas.

I didn't expect that I would meet Kimaya this soon.

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