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50. WHO MADE MY GIRL CRY, HA?!

Fionns

I don't care if we're doing the teaching and learning process. I don't care if there is a teacher leading the process in front of the class. I don't care that what I do will get me in trouble. I don't care about anything. What I care about now is how I can find out who sent this broadcast message to all the school residents. All I care about now is how I can stop the laughter and the sneezing that comes out of the mouths of the bastards in this class. I don't care if I have to shut their mouths forever. I don't care if I have to do that forever. Obviously, I want them all to be quiet.

"SHUT THE FXCK UP!" I stood up and shouted that phrase at the top of my lung.

The class became silent. So also with the movement that was done by Mr. Mul. His hand suddenly stopped writing something on the blackboard and just hung it there for a few seconds. Then, after regaining his consciousness, he turned around. "What did you just say, Fionn?" ask me with a calm tone typical of the teacher who was named the most patient teacher.

Most patient and most stubborn at the same time if I think.

"I'd like permission to go outside, sir. I have something to take care of." I immediately picked up the bag I had placed on the table carelessly earlier.

"But, you're just entering class, Fionn." Mr. Mul tried to remind me.

Nope. Nothing will stop me from getting out of this fxcking class right now. "But I have to get out right now, sir." And that way, I took a thousand steps and left Mr. Mul still astonished. I didn't leduli I slammed the classroom door by accident in the process.

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The message I saw floated inside my head.

The OSIS Complaint Hotline: Broadcast message

The OSIS Complaint Hotline: Who saw Kimaya's "brave" action in the cafeteria at lunchtime?

OSIS Complaint Hotline: You want to know what the secret is?

OSIS Complaint Hotline: The secret is ....

The OSIS Complaint Hotline: a blood bath ritual performed using his own blood.

OSIS Complaint Hotline: Eeew

OSIS Complaint Hotline: yay or nay?

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Kimaya

I don't know what to do. Why am I so stupid? Why can I forget that my periods will come around these dates? If only I hadn't forgotten that detail, of course I wouldn't have forgotten to bring a pad. If only I hadn't forgotten to bring a bandage, of course I wouldn't have been made into the mockery of a school!

Argha! I want to let go of this regret and stick it to someone. I want to be able to make others as scapegoats for everything I experience. However, I can't do that because there's no one to blame but me.

I forgot myself. I myself whose mind has been distracted by other things that are not important.

Goddamnit!

Now I really don't know what I can do. Wandering around in a skirt soaked with my dirty blood is not an option. Although at this time no one would see me crawling in the corridor like a victim of infighting, but I could not take the risk of leaving a trail of red and fishy droplets along the way.

After all, I can't possibly ride an angkot with this kind of horror, right?

I won't ask Fionn for help either. I'm not gonna do that. No, it won't. I won't get myself in debt with her any more. Enough of what he has offered and done. I don't want to make myself more dependent on his figure.

Then, what options are left for me?

I thought hard while standing in one of the cubicles in the ladies' room that Fionn and I happened to visit earlier because it was this toilet that was located close to my class.

Yeah, God. What am I supposed to do?

From behind the noise of the mind in my head, I heard the sound of something hitting hard on an object. Is that a ... door sound?

"I'm rich!"

Oh, naw. Don'tdon't. No, no, no!

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Fionns

I told you I don't care about anything right now. I don't care about the noise made from the door I just slammed. I don't care if there's a broken part, either from the door itself or on the toilet wall. I told you I don't care. All of this can be solved with money. The amount won't even hurt the stash I got on my own behalf. Even jimlah it will not be more than the usual shopping money I spend per day.

All I care about now is Kimaya. Where is its existence. How he. After that, I'll take care of that number.

Wer zum Teufel hat das gemacht? Who the hell did that? They better watch out their backs because *** is going to really hit the fan for them.

I am ready to make some destruction.

I'll start at this door first. After going out of class, I started to rack my brain to find Kimaya's whereabouts and this place instantly got my attention. He'll definitely run in here.

"I'm rich!" I shouted his name. Although greeted by the silence of the empty toilet, I still screamed. "I'm rich! Kim! Babe!"

Still no one's saying. But I can feel some presence in here. He must be in one of these toilet rooms. I continue my mission by opening every door. The four that were in the front opened easily. By the time I pushed the fifth door, someone was pushing back from the inside.

Here she is.

"Don't! Can't open this door. You can't open this door!" Kimaya is still trying to fight the impulse from me.

Knowing he was in there, I stopped my attempts to get in. "Cumbers." I started to persuade him. "It's me. I want to know how you are."

"No! No! You can't be here! Why are you here? Why are you here?"

Fxcking. There is something inside me that crumbles when I hear the tones of despair and vibrations in his voice.

"Please, Fionn. Pleases. Get the fuck out of here. I don't want you to be here. Stay with me."

For the love of a fxcking god, was he crying? He's not crying, is he? FXCK! WHO MADE MY GIRL CRY?!

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