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19. Cute and Comical Kimaya

Fionns

Damn. She's got fire in her. This girl didn't hesitate to put me where I should be. He was not worried about facing me, not trying to keep the slightest attitude in front of me. She's not like the girls I used to meet, who immediately crumbled and prostrated themselves at my feet just because I said I wanted them to do that.

Kimaya is not. He's different. It's .. pretty damn refreshing.

I watched him not too silently as he approached the middle-aged woman who called out to him from the porch of his house earlier. I wonder who he really is. It looks professional, not like the mothers who stay at home. Except, yeah, if Kimaya's mom uses a sponge skirt to relax. Who knows, right?

However, the woman said that Kimaya's mother wanted her to take me inside. So, obviously my first theory was broken by this fact. Nonetheless, I caught the aura of familiarity from the two of them as they spoke. So, she is not her mom, but her .. what?

I also observed her way of speaking, her body movements as she expressed herself. When her tongue danced to give birth to opinions and spit out theories, her hands swirled to and fro. The conversation with Kimaya looks very lively. It's a fascinating thing to watch. I became more and more curious about what it was like to be involved in a discussion with him.

Then he walked back to my place. With a sigh, he approached. When he crossed his hands in front of his chest dramatically, my eyes that I admit to this equipment automatically lead to that part. Not much to see, anyway. I told you he was skinny, but still. Especially when he realized what I was doing and changed the position of his hand.

Fxck. She's so damn cute when she's angry like that.

Plus when he leaned toward me, his big eyes looked more comical, making me more anxious and wanted to play around with him.

But, wait, wait, wait, wait a minute. What the fxck? What just came to my mind, huh?

For the love of the fxcking God. Fiona!

I've only been around this girl for five minutes and I've lost my identity. She's got fire and attitude, so that's why she's so fxcking dangerous. Anyway, I have a mission that I have to complete myself when I decide to follow him.

Remember your mission, Fionn. Remember what got you here in the first place. Remember what you have planned.

Shxt. I can't be off guard from my original goal. I can't be distracted. Caring for the devil with the cuteness and fire that is in him. Caring for the devil with his big, comical eyes. Caring for the devil with all the things that make him look attractive. The devil cares about it all. Anyway, I need to focus on my goals. Point.

Okay, okay. I sent a thumbs up to my mind. I got the memo.

So I followed him over the fence and into their house.

It didn't take much persuasion or threat to make me comply. I don't care about the evidence he says he has. A request, or rather an order, issued by Kimaya without her realizing it would facilitate the execution of my goals.

She just doesn't know that.

We stopped at the door. Kimaya who walked in front of me turned. "Open your shoes" he said tightly as if I were an uncivilized being who did not know such a basic manner.

But honestly, I wouldn't have known if he hadn't told me. Because, what the fxck, man? Since when do we need to be tired of opening shoes when going to enter the house? Apparently, that's the rule in Kimaya's house.

I obediently opened the Nike ... that I was wearing and placed it in the corner in front of the door, while Kimaya tore the white sneaker she had been wearing inside. "Lo wait here first. I want to take my shoes." He nodded towards the sofa that was in the room.

I also nodded.

"What do you want to drink?" Kimia asked again.

"Anything is fine" I replied, raising my shoulders.

From the front of this white painted house already looks not too big. Although it's two-story, I think there's only one room upstairs. And it's true. The room I was in now, the living room, was only about three times three meters in size, enough to fit a set of simple low sofas that I would never have sat down voluntarily had it not been for force.

And open the shoes. Come the fxck. Although still wrapped by socks, the cold from the floor can still penetrate and disturb the comfort of my feet. God fucking. I occasionally swipe my legs at each other just because I'm too annoyed by the reality I'm facing right now.

Naturally Mr. Mul is famous for his patience. Who doesn't have to be patient if they have to live a life like this?

"Oh, you've entered it."

I heard the voice and suddenly sat up. The woman again. "Eh, yes, Mom." I grimaced, not knowing what to do.

"Maya's still in her room, huh?"

Where do I know. "Eh, um. M-maybe, Mom."

The mothers then sat across from me. "We were Maya's friends at school, huh? I see your uniform is the same."

I don't know why Mom's question made me feel like I was being interrogated. Maybe because of the curiosity mixed with excitement that filled the look of his face.

God damn. Where's that girl, anyway?

In Kalakian I answered the mother's question with a nod.

"You're one class?"

I nodded again.

"Do you know Kimaya?"

Okay, regardless of whether I'm close or not to this Kimaya-Kimaya, I don't think it's his business. This is our personal business and it would be presumptuous to ask that question directly to me, not to the Kimanya themselves. This mom knows about privacy no, anyway?

"Mom Pik! Don't be pussy, deh!"

I never thought there would be a time when I felt so relieved when I heard Kimaya's cry. But that's what's happening right now. I quietly exhaled a breath. Damn it mothers. Just entered this house once, he has managed to make me tense.

And it's not the tension I like anyway.

"Eh, Maya." The woman called Bu Pik was immediately grimaced. "Mom just wants to know, really." He berkilah.

"That's what you call kepo, ma'am," Kimaya replied with anxiety. "Yes, already. We'll go upstairs first, huh. Males if later under the will I keep kepoin."

"Eh, wait. Before you go upstairs, your mom wants to see your friend first."

What the fxck? First day and I've been taken around to meet his parents?

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