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40. Mon Cheri

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Mr. Mul Bitak was finally gone from there. As the teacher was about to turn around, I quickly turned to the wall behind me to hide. Although he did not walk towards the inside of the building, but with a glass wall surrounding the lobby, anyone could look inside the building. Like I could observe them freely from inside here for a moment.

I accompanied the journey of Mr. Mulyono towards the parking lot opposite the position of Kimaya now. His short and somewhat contained body crossed the school grounds lined by asphalt with small steps. Seeing him like that, I still can't believe that Mr. Mulyono is Kimaya's real father.

Yeah, how can you try? Spec his son just like that, just a few levels below the angel. Well, father? His father's face even wants a rival with the house fairy in the Harry Potter film. Yeah, how am I not gonna suspect, right? Did Kimaya never question this with her mother?

Ah, goddamn. Already have. Not my business either. Want a biological child, cake, stepson, cake. Whatever the fxck. Obviously I have to get what I want.

Once I ran I peeked. After I did not see again the figure of Mr. Mul in the parking lot, I decided now it was safe to go outside from the hiding place. Fortunately the school was empty, so the children did not get the spectacle of the ridiculous action that I just did.

That thought made me speed up. "Hey, Kim." I called Kimaya from the front of my car, about twenty meters from where she was sitting. When he saw, I immediately waved, hinting for him to come closer. Kimaya according.

At first I planned to have him as a good girlfriend, but I didn't do that because; one, I did, again I say that no children will see what I do, and number two, the sight of Kimaya and her father made me want to quickly run away from this school.

After Kimaya was in a fairly close viewing distance, I could finally see the expression plastered on her clean tapered face. Clean from acne and other stains, but not clean from wrinkles perched on his forehead.

For a while I ignored the girl's annoyance. I immediately unlocked the car door with a key fob that was standby in the grip. "Lake in." I command him again. After that I opened the driver's door.

Shortly after I closed Cheri's door with super duper slowly, I heard a fairly loud bang and felt my car sway. "What the fxck?" I snarled and quickly turned around until now I was dealing with Kimaya. "What the fxck did you just do? What the fxck have you done?" I poked him with a rhetorical question that I already knew the answer to.

He just slammed down Mon Cheri's door. He just did what I never did for three years.

The wrinkle on Kimaya's forehead now disappeared, changed with a hysterical expression that made her eyes grow bigger and her mouth agape to form the letter O. His eyes were no longer fiery, but were trembling with fear. She's in shock. I know he's in shock because I've been bullied.

However, I don't care. He has done what I do most on earth. Hurt Mon Cheri.

"I-i-iy .. i-iya-yeah. G-g-gu-gu-gue g-g-g-g-no-zoo-zoo-senga-ja." The answer was rattled after a while.

This poor girl dares to brawl stuff carelessly. And what did he say? Not intentionally? Didn't he say intentionally? Huh! Not intentionally from Hong Kong. I clearly saw the annoyance on his face earlier. I'm sure he did it because he wanted to vent his anger on me.

Fxcking. I don't really want to show my true nature to Kimaya because I don't want to give her a reason to reject me. However, this one is unavoidable. My reaction to what he did to Cheri really came out spontaneously.

Whatever the fxck you think about me is more loving and appreciative of an item than being gentle and caring about the gentleness in front of a girl. Yeah, I care more about my car than this same chick. Not only a matter of price, but because Mon Cheri is my loyal friend while the girl who I am sure is still shivering on the passenger bench is just a means to an end. Something I should use to achieve my other goals. O ....

I took a deep breath and exhaled loudly. Once. I'll do it one more time. Twice. Enough for the third time, I can just start to feel a bit calm. Now, after my brain starts to clear again, I can only assess the impact of this action that I briefly did to Kimaya.

Fxck. She must be so scared. I must have made him very afraid of that deafening loud cry. Fxck. I have to fix this. I really have to improve things and make Kimaya believe that that was not my usual nature. All that was complete was the reaction from the action he had done before.

Well, in a way, that's right, right?

I turned my seat again so that I was facing straight ahead. I hung my head between my arms upright because of the elbows I put on the steering wheel. I took a deep breath once again as a complementary effect of the dramatic atmosphere I was trying to create at this time. "Sorry, Kim. Sorry. I don't mean neriakin elo." I comb my hair with my fingers. Not to forget I added a little careless movement that made my hair tangle. Do I look sorry and angry with myself? "Gue .. I was just shocked. No one has ever dared to do that to Cheri before. I love this car. Mon Cheri." I took my grip off the strands of my hair and I patted my right palm gently onto the steering wheel. "I am so freaking sorry, Mon Cheri. You must be surprised to hear my voice, huh? I screamed really hard, huh? Sorry, sorry. I just don't want you to get sick."

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