Punk In Love's

Second Chance

Peter spread his hands before Chelsea who were about to go out of the cafe when the night began to dissolve. He smiled witfully at Chelsea who frowned.

"What are you doing?" Chelsea shuffled her waist staring lazily at Peter.

"You weren't picked up by Abigail?"

"What's the matter with you?"

"Soge away." Chelsea tried to remove Peter from his presence, but Peter did not budge. He continued to stretch his hands preventing Chelsea from going out of the cafe.

"I'll stay like this if you don't answer my questions."

"God! you're a real bitch." Chelsea closed her eyes.

"Where's Abigail?" ask Peter again.

Chelsea breathed a long breath, though,

"He's on business in America." said Chelsea surrendered with Peter's stubbornness.

As Peter's countenance brightened, he lowered his two outstretched hands. With a wide grin carved into his face, Peter looked at Chelsea sumringah.

"When will he be there?" tanyanya is impatient.

"Curtain! You look so happy to hear Abigail in America." Chelsea grunts as hell.

"You haven't answered any more of my questions" said Peter, trying to look calm, though it didn't work.

Abigail's departure is certainly a breath of fresh air for Peter, who has expressed his desire to approach Chelsea now has a great opportunity to spend more time launching his mission. Somehow everything feels very coincidental, in the midst of busy thinking of ways to start the approach to Chelsea. It turns out that God gave him a way by making Abigail go to America.

"I don't know."

"Can I go out now? you're blocking my way." Chelsea said later.

"All right, I'll take you home" Peter said, crossing his arms around his chest.

Chelsea frowned more and more, he,

"I can go home by myself." Chelsea moved from where he stood, but again Peter held him by holding Chelsea's hand as he crossed Peter.

"What else is Peter?" tanyanya lazy.

"I'll take you to Chelsea" said Peter with a tone made lazy to match Chelsea.

Chelsea rolled her eyes lazily, she knew what Peter wanted to do.

"But I don't want to, Peter." Chelsea refused.

"Let go!" Chelsea pulled his hand out of Peter's. But his efforts were in vain, Peter's grip was too strong to be able to escape with just a gigasan.

"You've allowed me to approach you." Peter reminded

"Let me play Abigail while she's in America. How's it?"

"You're mentally ill."

"Chelsea please." Peter started putting on his face.

"No."

"Yes." Yeah."

"No Peter." Chelsea growling.

"Yes Chelsea is beautiful."

"Peter!!" Chelsea looked resentfully at the seemingly relaxed Peter before her.

"Come on, you're not lying, are you?! When you let me near you." asked Peter.

"Oh my God, why is there such a shitty human in my life." Chelsea turned her head to the ceiling, while Peter was smiling mischievously at her.

Chelsea exhaled rough breaths, her fingers resting her beautiful blond hair while staring at the mad man before her.

"All right" he said in despair.

"Now let go of your hand." continued Chelsea growling at Peter who was smiling broadly.

"OK." said Peter briefly while starting to follow the steps of Chelsea was blocked.

While following Chelsea's steps, Peter looked back. Looking at the chair where Tom, Ed and Lastri were sitting, Peter grinned as he gave them his thumbs up. Tom and Lastri chuckled happily at Peter's success wooing Chelsea, except for a lazy-looking Ed who shook his head in disbelief.

"You didn't start setting Tom's traps? Aren't you also after Abigail?!" tanyanya while taking drinks at the table.

"Yes, but my trap will be set when Peter wins Chelsea." Tom grinned mysteriously.

"You mean?" Ed.

"Come on, you know what I mean." Tom leaned his body against the back of the chair. He folded his hands in front of his chest while staring at the two people in front of him.

"When Peter succeeds, the condition of Chelsea and Abigail's relationship will be fractured right?! Well, that's when I'm gonna set a trap to get Abigail's attention." Tom explained casually.

"Oh My God! you guys really....." Ed patted his eel hearing Tom's words.

"Genius. You saved a lot of energy thanks to Peter." Lastri chuckled at Tom. She knew where her husband's best friend was going.

Tom smiled at the response from Ed and Lastri, secretly he was also impatient to see the end of Peter's efforts to get Chelsea.

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Peter unceasingly turned his head to look at the cuckoo-looking Chelsea sitting next to him. He smiled faintly considering the next few days could freely approach Chelsea, he did not want to

wasted that opportunity.

"Stop looking at me and look in front of Peter" said Chelsea who realized Peter's gaze.

Peter chuckles embarrassed by Chelsea's words.

"I hear you're going to sing at this weekend's music show, Chelsea?" his question broke the awkwardness that was suddenly created.

"Where do you know that?" chelsea asked Peter.

"The diners at the cafe are busy talking about it."

"Oh. Yeah, I'll sing there."

"Since when do you like music?" ask Peter then.

Chelsea looked silent at the streets of Jimbaran they crossed, her eyes looking at the clear sky with the moon shining brightly.

"Since I was in Los Angeles" she replied briefly, she couldn't possibly tell me that music was starting to become her hobby as she struggled with the trauma of being a victim of sexual abuse in a trauma healing rehab.

"Your family's still there?" ask Peter then.

"Yes, their graves are there" he answered flatly.

"Oh Sorry Chelsea, I didn't mean to... "

"No problem Pet." Chelsea cut Peter's words.

"My parents have been dead for a long time, they left me alone with no family" he said.

"You're not alone Chelsea, there's a lot of people who love you here." Peter tried to cheer.

Chelsea fell silent regardless of Peter's words, he stared at the slow night streets as they began to enter the area of the Abigail apartment complex. Horror began to spread in his soul, when the figure of Albert Wilson suddenly appeared like a black shadow trying to grab his memory back. He shook his head slowly to remove the prowess of the figure of baj*ngan who had raped him.

"Break your ass there, Albert!" chelsea in their hearts.

That's how Chelsea is, if someone asks about him or his family. Definitely indirectly, without Chelsea want the figure of Albert will immediately appear in his head. It is as if Albert has been one of the great histories of a Chelsea journey that Chelsea cannot possibly forget. Somehow Chelsea began to realize that Albert with all his deeds had not completely disappeared. Treatment at the Los Angeles Rehabilitation in fact did not succeed in making Chelsea forget her nightmare.

"Chelsea." Peter's remark brought Chelsea back to her awareness of Abigail's apartment that was already in front of her eyes. He looked at Peter who looked curious.

"What are you thinking?" peter told Chelsea his body.

"Nothing" replied Chelsea briefly.

"I know someone's messing with your mind, Chelsea. You've been silent like someone who's had a problem."

"Everyone has problems, Peter" Chelsea said, holding the handle of the car door

"Then what's your problem?" ask Peter to investigate. He held Chelsea to open the car door.

"I don't think we're close enough to tell each other." Chelsea snorted, she didn't like Peter forcing her to tell stories. Moreover, it was about his past.

"OKs. All right." said Peter when he saw the harsh rejection of both eyes Chelsea who looked riled up. Chelsea are still fortifying itself to Peter and Peter is aware of that.

"I'm not going to force you to tell a story, but if you need a place to shed your grievances, you know I always have plenty of time to listen to you" she continued.

Chelsea seemed reluctant to override Peter's remarks, he rushed to open the car door and began to step foot inside without looking back at Peter who was still faithful waiting for him to disappear behind the door.

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