Paid Boyfriend Brother Ketos

Paid Boyfriend Brother Ketos
25. Eighty Percent



Kimaya


Helping him do the job, anyway, is fine. However ....


"Cold and support lo pas already self-realized as Chairman of OSIS? What do you mean, how?" I asked for an explanation. Doing tasks is a business that does not need to be messed around anymore. I can do it all by myself without him helping me. However, I did not understand at the last point. What should I do as a companion and supporter of Fionn when he runs for office?


"Yaaa, accompany me and give me support" he said again.


I rolled my eyeballs. The answer is so useless. All he had just done was repeat my question and exchange the punctuation mark that was behind the sentence; from a question mark to a point. "Yes, I mean, what, Fionn. What are the examples of actions that fall into the category of accompanying and providing support for the elo? I asked for an explanation with an example." I have to understand first what the job description as a couple of a Fionn.


"Apaan, anyway, you use to ask for an explanation along with examples of everything? I was thinking about the essay on the subject of Citizenship." The tall guy I think lost a little bit from the door of my room then sighed. He turned around and walked towards my study table. Before he sat down, Fionn turned his head and looked at me and the tray on the table in turn. He asked, "can I eat or drink this?" through that look.


I nodded once. At the turn of the chair so that the back of the chair facing forward, after that he threw his body up there, making the chair creak by resignedly accepting the burden of his body that is not fatty. One glass of orange ice hung from his arm that was propped up on the back of the chair.


I just watched him while responding to his ridicule about what I asked earlier by shrugging one shoulder.


Fionn then sipped the drink that had been delivered by Bu Pik earlier. After being finished satisfying his thirst, he returned his gaze to me. His eyebrows rose to his forehead in disbelief. ",Lo seriously nanyain that? Explanation, for example, yes?"


I shrugged one shoulder once more, intending to act indifferent so that he wouldn't think that I was just making small talk asking about it. It's not that I'm really serious about knowing what I have to do while I'm pretending. It's not that I really don't know and never want to know about what the dating people were doing before this happened.


Before I became his girlfriend.


The young man in Kalakian raised his head facing the ceiling of the room whose color was quite dull. He then groaned. "Don't tell me that you've never dated." Fionn lowered his head until we looked at each other again. "Dear, Kim. Don't tell me you've never been out. You've been dating, haven't you?"


The question posed with anxious intonation suddenly offended my pride. I sprayed him with my own style. "What if I've never been together? You've never been COURTING either, have you? So we both have no experience with pa-ca-ran. That's why you can't singong with me."


Is correct. I know who Fionn is, like the students and students of Taruna Nusantara High School, from the news that is flown by the wind daei ear to ear. In the school corridor, there were many rumors circulating about the son of the richest family. Especially about the affairs of him who was surrounded by many girls, but not a single one of them was ever introduced as his girlfriend.


"Meh, obviously, it's a problem." He immediately rejected my words. "If I never date not because no one wants to be with me, but because, yes, I don't want to date. Why only one person if you can have many options, right?" He then sneered.


I didn't like the expression on his face just now and I was very, very, very unhappy with what he said. "What do you mean, huh? You want to tell me that no one likes me? Huh yeah?" I immediately moved from my position that had leaned against the door and stepped towards Fionn. He could have said something like that. She could have said that no boy in school would want to be with me because ....


Hm. Because ....


Ah, crap! It turns out that after remembering again, no one ever expressed his love for me during my schooling at Taruna Nusantara High School. Yet, still. He can't say that to me!


"Whoa, whoa, whoa!" he shouted with wide eyes. He suddenly raised both hands as a sign of giving up, then laughed at something. "Shxt, Kim! You sure have some fire in you. It's not like you, is it?"


"Bodo is very." I stopped three steps in front of where I was and crossed my arms back in front of my chest. This time I took a face from the view of the man who was still sitting by straddling the chair.


"Ah, come on, Kim. Don't sulk that way, dong, ah." Fionn half persuaded me half ridicule. "No one likes you."


Damn her! "Gue's not craving!" I stick my tongue out at him.


Fionn laughed. Laugh out loud. That loud voice suddenly made me somewhat flabbergasted.


I don't think I can trust.


Usually, after I go home, I will accompany Mom for a while before returning to the room to start my study ritual again. Do homework, do preparation questions for TOEFL and IELTS, prepare dinner, take a shower and take a nap, and read a book. A book where I can meet my girlfriends.


Quiet, quiet! Now I certainly can't say that to Fionn, can I? I don't want to look and sound so pathetic.


However, just this time meeting and interacting with this guy and my life has changed a lot. She managed to become my colleague at the school who was the first to meet Mom, she managed to ruin my routine, she said, and he managed to make me realize how everyday I've been living all this time is really boring compared to this.


Ah, Kimaya. I think you're in trouble.


Its alright. I can solve this problem if I don't have to focus on college money anymore.


Yep. The matter of tuition, which is at number one on the list of issues that must be resolved as soon as possible, will soon be able to doodle if I agree to the offer from Fionn.


I could feel my decision leaning more towards the right. Eighty percent of my logic says yes to the proposition he proposes.


Connect ....