Paid Boyfriend Brother Ketos

18. Stalker Guys

Kimaya

Whahuh? What did Bu Pik just say?

So in disbelief with my own hearing, I immediately approached the woman who was still standing on the porch of my house. I was so angry that I saw a silly smile on his lips. The annoyance is not lost, it has been added to this one.

"What, Mom? What did Mom say?" I asked half a whisper and half a scream.

"Mom said your mother wanted you to bring your friend inside. He can see you guys from the window tofu." Ms. Pik nodded towards the window behind me.

Yeph. Justright. The curtain is open. I can only see the silhouette of Mother's body from here.

Goddamnit!

"Who is he?" The woman whispered now. "Your closest friend, huh, Maya? Or already be–"

"Hush, Miss Pik. Hush!" I suddenly cut a sentence of ngawur that sprinkled from the woman's mouth. What did Miss Pik think? Close friend? A boyfriend? Let alone close friends and girlfriends, ordinary friends I don't have.

"Ih, you wear shame on everything. Same with this mother, Maya. No need to be ashamed." Miss Pik poked my chin.

Yeah, God. "Mom Pik!" I still cry while whispering. "What the fuck, anyway, wear a show of makeup all? I made Maya ashamed!" Kulirik the guy that was. He is now sitting on the front hood of his car. When I looked, he turned his eyes.

You weird guy! She thinks she's trying to fool me and act like she's not paying attention to us?

Hmh!

The more I stick my body towards Bu Pik. "Mom don't follow weird, deh. He's nobody, I don't even know who he is."

Miss Pic's forehead is wrinkled. "Lho's? He, right, also wears the uniform of Taruna Nusantara, Maya. When you didn't know him?"

I insisted because that was the truth. "I really don't know him, Mom!"

The woman who had been taking care of my mother for almost a year was silent for a while before a smile began to rise on her lips bit by bit. This time the smile looked even more annoying than before. "You're gonna lie to me, huh? Let us not interrogate your friend. Come on, I'm you!"

Yeah, God. Miss Pik really, really!

Just now I was about to launch my protest again, suddenly I heard the sound of glass being knocked. I then turned to the right, checking the living room window near where Mom and I were standing.

There's no one in there.

Don't-don't ....

I walked towards Mom's window and sure enough. Mom is holding a spoon in her hand. When I saw her, she smiled gently. His hand holding the spoon was shaken.

"Bring your friend in." I read the lips of the woman who gave birth to me.

I don't think I can do anything anymore. I took a deep breath before nodding. After raising my thumb towards Mom, I turned around and walked towards the fence. I was only able to shake my head to see the excitement that emanated from Bu Pik's face.

These two mothers will be the reason for my death.

Damnit. I didn't really say that, did I!

With a grumble I opened the fence and left it open. The man stood up when he saw me approaching.

His eyes are growing.

Wait for. Are his eyes green? Waw. It is interesting to see a different eye color than what usually Indonesian people have. Before-before this I had only met with slightly light and dark brown eyes.

That's if I want to look into the eyes of the people I meet. And that's a rare thing.

"You mean?" He answered my question using Indonesian-sounding.

Something else that feels very interesting. I never speak to people who have foreign language accents.

Ah, come on, Kimaya. That's because you never try to socialize with other students at school. You were in international school for more than two years, but this is the first time you've spoken to someone who's foreign? Yeah, God. You really sound like a loser. Or a girl who is really arrogant and full of herself.

Okay then.

The demon inside my head managed to get me to focus on my irritated feelings again. This time the taste is increasingly becoming so because it has been accumulated with the previous one.

Fold your hands in front of your chest. I saw his eyes shift to the area.

You bx jerk!

I immediately let go of my hand and I let it hang beside my body. "Listen, yes, Strange Guys. I know you've been following me since. Although I don't know from nowhere at first, I'm clearly aware that you're following my angkot."

Now a tinge of anxiety appeared on that face. At first glance, before he could control himself and control his emotions again. Even if it's only a little, but that's enough. Because I witnessed it.

"If I could give you some advice, yes, tomorrow - tomorrow if you want to be a stalker, at least a little bit of a door. Replace this flashy car with a market car. Want to follow people, really, use this Lamborghini sementereng."

"Bugatti!" quick exposition.

"Bodo very!" I denied the answer. "Gue doesn't care."

The guy snorted like a bull.

I'm proceeding. "Now, you must obey my orders. Come into my house and introduce yourself as my friend at school. Know lo?"

Now he pulled out a mockingly restrained gel. "Who do you think wants to mess with me, huh?" the challenge is in kalakian. One corner of his lips was pulled upwards.

Damn her. "Gue is a nobody, but I'm a girl who feels threatened because she has been followed by someone up to my house. And I have evidence of your actions," I said with teeth grinding against the snob.

I think I can make him rethink the complacency he just showed because at this moment his arrogant expression has changed with anxiety again. The sharpness that again appeared was only the blink of an eye. "But we're not real friends. I don't know your name."

Yeah, God. It really hurt my ego. He thinks he can lie to me that easily? Don't joke, you! "Lo thought I'd believe the same ridiculous reason you did, huh?"

I leaned a little more towards him. Instantly my nose was filled with the distinctly expensive scent of cologne. That's why the smell can be this intoxicating.

Wey, Kimimai! How are you, anyway? How, even discuss the cologne used by the stalker guy?

Duh, shit! I shove my head inside my head. In Kalakian, I refocused on the task at hand. "Lo's been following me from earlier. You obviously know who I am. Anyway, we wear the same uniform. So." I put my shoulders down.

After that, he was unable to speak anymore.

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