Paid Boyfriend Brother Ketos

42. Wrinkle Kening Kimaya

Fionns

"So this is your favorite place to eat?" Kimaya asked after we were welcome to sit down by Ms. Deb.

God fucking. Bu Deb has expressed support for Kimaya. If only the middle-aged woman knew what we were doing behind the scenes .... Ckcc. He will not only be angry with me. Maybe he'll punish me in his own way.

"Eh-h." I muttered and nodded.

Before telling us to sit down, Ms Deb asked Kimaya about her preferred food preference because she could not determine what she ordered. I just found out that she's allergic to flavoring. "Why can't you tell me you have allergies?"

He puts his shoulders. "Lo didn't and I didn't think either. That's why .. I forgot to tell."

"That's why you don't eat in the cafeteria." After knowing this fact, I was finally able to draw my own conclusions.

Kimaya shrugged her shoulders again. "That's. And also I am lazy to do things that are not useful like pretending to want to socialize with the people who are there. I won't do anything I don't want to do."

Okaays. It seems like this is not a smart girl who belagu as the students of Taruna Nusantara have said about her.

Silence for a while.

The table that Bu Deb said as our usual seat is the table with the best view, in my opinion. I don't know what it is. The table is located right in front of one of the floor to ceiling windows in Crusty Deb. However, this is the only window that is not obstructed by decks like the others. I don't know why Ms. Deb chose to build her restaurant in this way, but I'll never file a complaint.

The view we could see from the seat was incredible. From here we can see the waves dancing, chasing each other to the beach. From here we could see them hitting the poles propping up the deck before returning to continue the journey to the edge. When the waves are not too big, seeing the sea water becomes something that can be categorized as my way to healing. However, when the waves were as big as they were just moments before the storm, watching the waves crash into something felt overwhelming.

Speaking of something that belongs to the group of tense, I became reminded of the thing that happened earlier. "Eh, Kim." I called him so he could focus his attention on me again, not on the sea as he does now.

Kimaya turned her head slowly. "Hm.

"Gue just saw you same bokap lo again sitting in BPR. What do you guys usually say?" I actually just want to know what they were talking about, but I also do not understand why I make it sound like I want to know the habits of this girl with her father. I guess I just. I don't know.

After hearing the question, Kimaya suddenly straightened her body daei position leaning on the chair as she did earlier. His face was no longer as flat as it was for a moment. "Ah, that." The girl across from me leaned her body. He glanced around before whispering. "Gue doesn't know how, but I think my dad knows something. She ... She just wanted to test me by telling me to be honest."

Be honest. One word that makes me nervous right now. "Honest about what?"

"On us." Kimaya quickly acknowledged.

"What's? Why why?" My interest in this issue has become more grounded. If Mr. Mulyono starts to question my closeness to his son, then he has started to suspect. Shxt. Gossip really travels fast and not just in the ears of students. The teacher's ear also did not escape being his target.

"Dad asked since when I was close to you. He said he knew from Mom."

"Yes, I told you that we've been close for a long time. I can't be honest! Crazy to you!"

Okay. He did the right thing. Not by calling me crazy, but by keeping our secrets. "Keep, continue?"

"Keep, yeah, that's it. Like you're urging me. But, fortunately I still managed to get away with it." Kimaya's forehead shriveled. "Gue's sure you know something, but I don't know what it is. Ignorance is what worries me. I'm afraid to say the wrong thing and prove that I lied to him indirectly. Hence. I wanted to go straight to elo about this, but elo made me upset first. So forget it, deh."

"Lho, how am I wrong? Elo it's what makes me angry because of the slamming door of Mon Cheri." Because of Kimaya's words I became emotionally ignited again. Maybe he blames me while he makes a mistake.

"Mon Cheri, Mon Cheri. Simoncelli mean lo!" Kimaya responded back

"Team!"

"Fion!"

"What?" I wondered why he was doing what I was doing.

"Elo first called me in a bad way. Yeah, I'm balesin. It's good to call me using that tone."

Damn it to hell. Are we going to get caught up in a world like this? "Yes, first Elo who slammed the door of the Cheri. Now how dare you ridicule him."

Kimaya sneered. For the first time he did something that was appropriate for his age. Children who are sixteen should act like this, right? Childish. Not even cosplay to be an adult whose thoughts have been wandering everywhere. College where. What work to get a lot of money and be able to live happily. Bla, blah, blah.

I shook my head outside, but in my heart I somehow felt I really enjoyed the way we just made fun of it. But I have to admit something. Right this girl said. He had to know what his father knew in order for him to avoid questions that would trap us into a hole that could destroy everything. At least, for me, that would destroy the plans I've put together.

I will never jeopardize that. I have done so much effort. Progress has also come so far.

"Eh, by the way, I'd like to say something to you." Although I can immediately admit it, but I chose to fish curious rqsa Kimaya first.

"What?" ask her with yqng eyebrows that are almost united.

Well, that's what I want to see. I seem to have gotten addicted to seeing the curious look on the face of the girl across the table. For a moment, I let him do that. No. I'm releasing him from the snare of curiosity. I still want to enjoy the frown on his forehead, his lips that form a thin line. "Hm." I muttered.

"Flame, Fionn. Cepetan by the way, deh!" A ball made of tissue on the table hit me right in the face. God fucking.

"Hm. I just want to say that the task that I have to do with the help of elo is the duty of Mr. Mul."

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