Paid Boyfriend Brother Ketos

38. Father Interrogation

Fionns

I still don't understand what Kimaya said. I'm good at acting how, huh?

"Yeah, uh." Kimaya cut off the pace of thoughts that roamed inside my head. "Entar is late again."

I just chose to keep that question to myself. There is no point in also asking back to the woman who is audah walk first in front of me this. He would definitely just twitch and lick his tongue again.

Buset, bye. My language.

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Kimaya

Fionn really played smooth. If it were not for the word COVENANT I had written in large numbers and used capital letters and I stuck them in the middle of the head, I would not have been able to distinguish which was the original attitude, which was just a charade. Moreover, I never knew Fionn personally. The knowledge I gained only came from word of mouth.

As before, the residents of the school corridor gaped at us when they saw us walking together, with Fionn holding a purse that was clearly the bag of a woman next to his own bag. They were made even more gaping when I got to the deoan class and Fionn waved his hand while saying "Bye, Babe" with his voice made lower. I know he did it intentionally. I know what that means. However, I can't deny that the way he said goodbye just made my heart hiccup.

He's really good at doing all this. I'm not sure I can keep up with the game.

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Like a truly exemplary student, I followed every step in the instructions given by Fionn. No longer mind what those cowards and angry people say in the comment column What's Up Midshipmen, check. Trying to ignore the gazes given by the corridor residents, check. Waiting for Fionn to return from his meeting with the school football coach patiently near the front parking lot, check.

"May?"

I heard Dad's voice from behind my back. Instantly I turned around and found my old man walking over. "Dad? Dad, aren't you home yet?"

Dad immediately sat his body beside me, on a wooden bench under a large tree that shelters half the park in front of the main building of the Taruna Nusantara High School. "Dad just came home" replied Dad. I turned my head and saw an expression that had never existed before on the middle-aged man's face. At least that expression had never been given to me before. "Dad also just read the message you sent."

Oh, tha. Most likely that is the source of the strange look on Dad's face. Did Dad feel disappointed? Suspicious? Or ... Is there anything else he feels?

"You ... want to go home with your friend." Dad said that, but the intonation he used made the sentence sound like a question.

"Hm. Yes, Dad." I confess, somehow suddenly need to feel ashamed.

"Dad ... I also heard an interesting story from Mom," continued Dad.

Ah, yes. Indeed indeed. Because of my new "busy" I couldn't linger with Mom and Dad at the end of last week. I just looked at the hand folded over the thigh and faithfully waited for Dad's next sentence.

"Dad admit the story is really .. interesting."

According to me who had been mingling with Father for a lifetime, my father was an old man whose level of patience was close to that of a god. Father never raised his voice, both to me and even more to Mother. Dad always held the principle of presumption of innocence more than law enforcement. Before there was any evidence to support something wrong done by one of me or Mom, or even the next door neighbor, I will accept that incident as a bad coincidence.

Either I should be grateful or even angry at Dad. Because of his attitude that was considered too "soft" that, our neighbors often made fun of Dad. But both my parents don't care. They continued their lives as a happy couple.

I just nodded my head quickly and superficially.

"And .. is too coincidental."

The statement that Dad said just now honestly made me a bit nervous. What kind of coincidence does Dad mean? Don't-don't ....

"May?" This time Dad called out to me using more emphasis. "Dad asked you something. Can you?"

My heart has begun to jog behind the ribs, making words out of my mouth run. "B-can, Dad."

"And you promised to answer honestly, huh?"

Deg. Be honest. Honestly, it's not something I can do now. Not if you ask me about things that are related to my agreement with Fionn. Nonetheless, I can't reveal that to Dad, can I? I can't honestly say that I can't be honest with you. Then, what should I do?

In Kalakian there was a strange incident. Something—or someone?—in the corner of my head whispered. Things that never happened before. "White lie's. This is why the term white lie exists."

And why does that sound so similar to Fionn's? Have I gone crazy? There is no time to solve this mystery. I have to face Dad first. "okay." With a little support from the voice that popped up inside my head, I consciously agreed to Father's terms even though I knew I would most likely break that promise.

"Promises are made to be broken, right?"

Whahuh? Why did he show up again?

Focus, Kimaya, focus. Focus on your voice and the situation now.

"Since when have you been friends with Fionn?"

First question and I've had to lie. "It's been a while, Dad." I revealed my answer back to the fingers playing each other on the school uniform folding skirt I was wearing.

"Oh, huh?" This time Dad did not aggravate his surprise. "It's been a while, huh?"

"He-uh." I muttered.

"All right then." Dad took a few moments before he said, "Then you also know him pretty close too, huh?"

Interrogations. Dad's doing an interrogation. "Yes, Dad. That's fine." And in retrospect, my answer is not entirely a lie. I do know Fionn pretty closely now compared to the first time we met three days ago. Now I know the little details about the guy I'm waiting for.

Ah, yes. I'm gonna meet him. Yeah, God. Don't let him come while my father's still here. Please, God. Please.

"All right, all right." I can guess that Dad said that word while nodding. "Dad hoped Dad could meet him in person at our house, huh. I also wonder what your mother said. He said besides being handsome, Fionn is also friendly. Something you've never heard said by the students at school."

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