Paid Boyfriend Brother Ketos

34. Lunch Hours

Fionns

"It's cool, bro." Hamish who was sitting across the table leaned his body forward. Still whispering, he continued. "Gue did not expect, just yesterday we said, now you can be ajaan, tuh, the same Kimaya. Story to us-us, dong, how it happened. How can you walk with him today, anyway? I wonder."

I just put my shoulders together, pretending what I achieved with Kimaya was normal. However, the corner of my lips could not lie, the complacency that was inside his chest pulled him upwards. I spread my eyes around the cafeteria table where we used to sit. Hamish's gaze could not be separated from me, curiosity surrounded him. I'm sure if it wasn't for the warning from Mario this morning, he would have jumped out of his chair while waiting for an answer from me.

He's donely reining it in.

Mario was staring at me. However, he did it with more calm, more calm. Only the sharpness of his eyes was a sign that he was also waiting and wanted to know the young man sitting next to him.

While Aldi, although he screeches and his eyesight is not separated from, what else if the screen opens a cell phone, with the belief that reaches a hundred percent of the guy sitting next to me is also no less curious.

"Yeah, we just fuck a deal." I put my shoulders back together again. They would want more explanation than just one sentence "we just made a deal.

When I said nothing more, Hamish suddenly replied with wide eyes. However, he was still sane and could control his tone. "That's it?" he asked half a whisper and half a cry. "There's no continuation of that? Additional explanation or what?"

"Gue told me we made a deal. Yes, that's it. What kind of explanation do you mean?" I challenge his demands.

"Yaaa, whatever, cake. At first how, the process is like what, what is the content of the agreement. Time you just tell us it's doang. Come on, man. Tell us the deeds. There has been to be some deeds. Yeah, right?" He still insisted.

My pride was immediately turned into an annoyance because of the fussiness of this damn Hamish's mouth. He could not read the mood. He's too much talk. However, before I could lay it off on him, again and again Mario had already carried it out first. "Kids on our feet, Hamish. Shut your trap, will you? Mending you finish your lunch instead of you busy maksa si Fionn to talk. He won't answer silly questions and be too cool here because even in this place the tables and chairs have ears. You stupid shit."

Hamish immediately shut up.

Well, if Mario's sharp tongue is not directed at me, sometimes I can also feel the benefits of his heart-wrenching words.

The atmosphere calmed back. At least for a while before I realized that the girl should be here by now. Where the heck is he?

Immediately I took out the phone that was in the pocket of the dark blue, white, and black checkered pants that were the color of the school. I then sent several messages to Kimaya's mobile number at once. Not long after, the two ticks under the message turned blue.

I wait for a reply from him. I waited for a reply stating that he apologized a bit late for something and would be here soon. I waited for a reply saying that he was on his way to the cafeteria, as we had planned last night.

But he hasn't come yet. My message has not been answered.

I don't fxcking get this girl. Seriously, I don't fxcking get her. Is it hard to follow my simple orders, anyway? It's not a fxcking rocket scientist. The right? I told him to come to the cafeteria, yes, he lived the way to the canteen. Does he not know the way there? Come the fxck. When he didn't know the way to the cafeteria? How long has he been at this school? Even if the truth doesn't know—if this is true, yes, he really doesn't know, he can ask the other students, right?

Aye, right?

But she didn't do such a thing. For someone who recognized his cleverness, he was too stupid to do something that should be very trivial. Just coming to the cafeteria was it hard, anyway?

"Fion!" The loud voice with the spoiled made voice broke my concentration to grieve Kimaya. Now my frustration moves to the girl who just threw herself between me and Aldi.

His twin brother then launched his own protest because he was pushed violently. "What the fxck?"

However, Alda paid little heed to the guy who for nine months shared a place with him inside their mother's belly. She focused her attention instead, and a sullen expression that looked very strange with a face full of make-up and a completely fake look, towards me.

After glancing towards Alda, I opened the cross of the hand that I had kept in front of the chest and for the first time reached the lunch menu provided by the school with ogah-ogahan. I picked up one fries.

"Fion!" whining Alda again. "You're really going with another girl, huh?"

I don't understand this girl either. We had agreed that what we did behind the door of his room would only stay there. What we do is not a matter of feelings, but only a matter of biological needs that ask to be satisfied. I've emphasized this to him many times and he has also confirmed it that much as well. However, the more here his attitude even more there. He did not show the sort of indifference he showed at the beginning.

"Lo what the fuck, anyway, Alda? Why would Fionn walk with another girl? It has nothing to do with it either."

Well, here's another one. Aldi doesn't know anything about the agreement between me and Alda. So, he also increasingly did not understand the change in attitude that occurred in his twin.

Fxck. Start them again.

Instead of bothering with the quarrel of the two twin brothers, I reached out to a fry again. Come to think of it, the food provided by the school is very good, in accordance with the budget that has been issued by parents of students. It is good in my tongue. So, why do I rarely eat this food, huh? Why do I often just take it to be a display on the table and then just throw it away?

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