Paid Boyfriend Brother Ketos

44. Until Dusk Ahead

Fionns

After Crusty Deb, we headed straight to Kimaya's house. Arriving at the scene of the crime, I saw Mr. Bald's butut car parked in their garage. Huft. Here we go.

When I saw Kimaya starting to get out of the car, I stopped her movements immediately. "Eits, wait a minute. Let me open the door for you."

"But, right." Kimaya began to protest. "Gue can still do that on his own."

I suddenly rolled my eyes. "Yes, Kim, I know. I knew that and I just told you, right? But now we are in a different place. I have a feeling that you are looking over from behind the window when you hear the sound of the car. Or, at best, one of the nyokap or Bi Pik kepo. I would gladly risk my entire family fortune to choose one of those scenarios."

"Npus .... You're right too. Okay, deh." He's sighing. "Gue shock really fitting know the level of keke kekeoan Bu Pik can be that high. Usually he's just busy taking care of me."

"Yes yes. The gossip material is like I gini," decak me.

"Dispose." Kimaya sneered.

Silence is back. I looked at the house and I was right. Something—or someone standing behind the curtain in the living room window. The curtains of Kimaya's mother's room were also open. "What did I really say?" I said this to Kimaya who looked straight at the house.

He just shook his head inexhaustibly. "Udah, ah. If that means we go inside. I'm so lazy to get peeped in gini."

"okay." However, before going down, I immediately closed all possibilities for the emergence of other forms of opposition in the future. "Let's not like to protest if I do something. Whatever I do has a purpose and purpose. I never took action at random. I must have calculated everything carefully."

****

Kimaya

He actually performed all actions with a clear intent and purpose. After opening the car door for me, she waited for me outside and gently closed the door again. Afterwards, he grabbed my shoulder and started walking into the small courtyard of our little house.

Not to mention that we reached the terrace, the front door was already open. Who else if not Bu Pik who incarnated the reverse daei. "Eh, Dek Fionn stopped by again!" greeting him with excessive excitement made me remember what Fionn said in the car earlier.

In terms of being the gossip material I think I gini.

Alright. He was right again.

Then he let us in. I didn't expect my mother's nurse to feel the need to let me, the child who owns the house, into my own home. Hadheh. Basic Bu Pik.

Unlike the previous visit, I was not sure of Fionn's previous whereabouts whether it could be said to be a visit, we passed through the living room and continued inside. In the living room which is also a dining room and kitchen— our living room has an open floor concept, which is, but on a scale much smaller than that owned by a house or luxury apartment out there—Dad sitting on the sofa while watching television.

I never watch television. After school, you will always spend time with your mother in the room. Whether there is a job done or not, Dad always accompanies Mom. But not this time. Either because you want to start a new habit or just because you want to show yourself when Fionn is here.

Although I do not have as much wealth as the Haas family has, I can risk what I have for option number two. I want to make Fionn aware of his whereabouts in this house.

However, it did not affect the descendants of the sultan. He lightly walked up to Father and extended a hand. "I'm sorry to interrupt the activity, sir. I just want to formally introduce myself. I'm Fionn Akari Haas, your son's girlfriend, Kimaya. Glad to finally introduce myself to you."

I again focused my attention on Father who was still paying attention to Fionn's hand, not yet returning his post. The young man's hand was still hanging in the air between them. Steady, not shaking one bit. I admit my fake guy is big on his guts too.

It was not free for the blood of the great family to flow in his body.

Right on my count, in Arabic of course, the fifty-first, then Dad stood up and reached for the young man's hand. "Hi, Fionn. Glad you finally got to know you. Before this you only heard the story," Father replied.

"It's nice to prove that the story you heard isn't nonsense, sir."

Fionn's answer really made me want to give him a thumbs up. Why is he so good? Why was he so calm when he was lying consciously in front of so many people? What he had gone through to the point that I alone, who was a partner in this action, was almost fooled and thought that what this young man standing looming before me said was true.

Waw. I really can't believe it.

Since I was too swept up in my own thoughts, I did not know that my name had been called from earlier. The touch on my shoulder brought me back to reality. This time Fionn nudged my shoulder with his shoulder. Uh, no. More so he nudged my shoulder with his arm that was slightly above the elbow.

"May." Dad's voice can finally be digested by the brain. "You didn't say hello to your mother before you studied?"

Studying? Studying? What has Fionn said to Dad during my daydreaming? "Learn what?" ask me with a real confused tone.

Fionn answered my question. "I've told your father that you offered to help me with the assignment he gave me at school. For election purposes."

Ah, ah, ah. I didn't know that Fionn was gonna tell Dad about it. "Oh, yes, yes." I covered my confusion with a whimper.

"Yes, already. If so, greet Mom in first. Let's start learning. That's why I want to file for registration tomorrow."

****

We greeted Mom for a moment. The woman who had given birth to me smiled weakly from the bed. It seems like a hard day for him. I'll get Fionn out of there. Not only because I want to learn quickly, but I just want to be more quickly blurred from those bad memories.

Then we went into my room and left the door open (a sign from Dad). Bu Pik did not long deliver drinks and light meals. Cold orange syrup and that fucking biscuit again.

It turns out that the things Dad gave me were about second grade and third grade that I had been working on long before I started high school. I took out my old notes and I gave them to Fionn.

"Now, you just type yourself."

"Daaam. This is so damn easy," he chuckled as he stuffed the books into his bag.

I was busy doing my job. He was busy with his cell phone. We spent time like that until dusk.

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