Patencies

41. Little sister

The bag he had been using all day was thrown around, inviting a shout from someone holding a pen.

"Can't you put that bag well?"

A cynical look was cast on the young man. "What business?" His walking foot stepped towards the room, leaving a young man in the living room without a word.

Both of his eyebrows swooped sharply. "If only he hadn't sided with the girl ...," he murmured in a soft voice.

I made sure he would regret it and improve his attitude.

...🥀🥀🥀...

"It seems very upset, what's wrong?"

"My brother. The sister who stayed at my house."

Lesya looked at him confusedly. "Then? You got a problem with him? Did you hit him or did he hit you?"

"I've never made any trouble with him."

"... so on?"

"He's the one who's making trouble with me."

What a difference crazy, equally problematic it.

"Tell me," asked the girl. With a quick movement he pulled the seat that was nearby then invited the young man to sit down.

Kenzo took a deep breath before telling a story. Several times he was about to convey something before finally the lip blade was tightly closed.

"You're the intention of the story or not anyway?" Lesya murmured in annoyance.

He waited for the young man to tell him anything that could ease the trouble he might bring to school, but all he received was a sigh followed by an open, closed lip.

Just like a fish that wants to die.

"Hm? What is that noise from outside?..."

Kenzo who thought that he should be on standby because he was a man spontaneously stood up and walked towards the door with barely any sound, made Lesya look at him flatly from the end there.

Ordinary roads can be Ken, your shoes are also not the type of shoes that will sound like inviting war one village once stepped on the floor.

"The sound is getting bigger!"

The sound of the door hitting someone's head immediately seized Lesya's entire attention.

"Why can you kiss the door!?"

An imaginary crossroads appeared above his head. "YES HOW DO I KNOW, THIS IS ALSO WHO PUSHED THE DOOR USING FORCE IN HA!? MY HEAD IS KISSED!"

Right after Kenzo's shrill cry ended, a girl with a shoulder-length mane appeared, followed by a young man who was staring anxiously.

"Sorry Kenzo, which one's sick?"

Kenzo looked at Berhyl in annoyance. "This, this is the one who is sick," the bespectacled young man lamented as he gently stroked his head.

"Sickness, huhu ..."

Aerylin pushes (very slowly. I repeat, very slowly) Kenzo's head. "Lebay," he sneered as he stepped inside.

Lesya smiled clumsyly as Kenzo looked at her with teary eyes and with lips curving downward.

Just a usual look bro, jan said u want to cry.

"By the way," he said in a casual tone, "are you two marahan?"

"No," elak Berhyl quickly but still faster Aerylin who immediately nodded.

"Why?" asked Lesya again. Rarely did the two people in front of him fight, let alone Aerylin liking Berhyl.

The young man who came along with the girl chose silence.

Flashback one day ago  ...

"Oh, achy."

Berhyl shook his head slowly. "You're a young man but he behaves like a parent. Are you really 16?"

"Your birthday ... when?"

Getting a random question made Berhyl almost choke on the water he bought earlier. "Why are you asking that?"

Aerylin who was removing his tie suddenly looked at the young man flatly as usual. "Wrong huh? I'm sorry for that."

"That's not what I mean."

"Then?"

"Yes .. This is very sudden and unlike your usual self."

The girl with the mane of a boat did not interrupt Berhyl's words. His face looks very serious. "So, you mean I'm the one who doesn't care around?"

"Well? How come your mind ..."

"Then what?"

Berhyl took a deep breath. He was a bit confused by Aerylin's question. Or rather, he was very surprised because the girl beside him almost never made small talk.

"17 April."

Aerylin looked at him. "april 17th? My birthday is also-"

Friction between the tires with a spontaneous road seized the attention of both of them. Aerylin who first looked ahead instantly could not speak for a few seconds.

The place that was a little quiet was immediately crowded. Some people come to help, and others just see what is happening up close.

"B-Berhyl, let's tire-"

The young man immediately held Aerylin by holding her wrist as the girl was about to run forward. "No need" he said in a different tone, as if not himself.

"What?"

"I said no, you're deaf?"

The girl slightly grinned, trying to resist the extreme annoyance. Aerylin sighed, besides there were already some people helping the child earlier. He should be okay now. Even from the accident, it didn't seem too bad.

"Alright, let's go pul-"

"That's my sister. You don't have to interfere."

Aerylin's level of annoyance on that day instantly increased greatly.

Return to the present ...

"Gosh, then what's the kid?"

"I don't know either, but it looks like he's okay." With a deliberately contrived tone, Aerylin hoped that the young man next to him would be sensitive to provide additional information or anything about his sister who was hit yesterday by a disaster.

"You're crazy, huh? Your sister was in an accident and you left for school? Didn't you make sure he was okay before he got here?"

Berhyl rotated his eyeballs lazily. "For what? I don't have to do that. She was taken care of by my mother anyway, she should be cured by now."

Aerylin immediately turned to the pink-blossomed girl who was staring at all of them closely. He hoped that Lesya could help the young man who managed to upset him to the point of hitting him halfway.

"You're seriously not helping your sister Berhyl?"

The person Lesya asked slightly frowned at, seeing that she was extremely dislikeful and wanted to get off the topic as quickly as possible.

"It seems you don't want to talk. I won't force you because it's also a family matter, right?"

Kenzo nodded. "Let's go out and go to each other's classes. The first hour will start in a few minutes."

Just before the three friends disappeared from view, Lesya won the look of Berhyl's eyes as if calling herself in silence.

The door closed, leaving the girl with a mane along her back alone in a room dominated by white.

Picking up the square object that she accidentally placed on the table, the girl began to slide the screen and search for the app she wanted to play before getting into class.

"Ah, meet."

You know what he's looking for in an app with a million videos from different parts of the world? Right yeah. A little boy with a bear.