Red Box

Bullet 15: Falling?

“Long!” point it out, cross hands, “you are not interested in me!” continued.

For a moment I turned my head and replied, “I agree, it seems like you are indeed not so interesting.”

Fira instantly glared. His face was like a wolf. However, her sweet lips made me feel amused.

"Why is his face like that? Why is her hair like that?"

Suddenly, I thought about it.

Because yesterday was embraced, I just realized that his face was so small. It's possible, it's because her long hair is now unraveling.

One thing that hasn't changed, she's a really cute girl. It's too funny to stay in for too long.

“Are you not the most confident?” I asked, unconsciously flirting again.

“You will never laugh like before, if you are interested in me!”

Fira shook her head, continuing to watch over me with her adorable expression.

There were many ways I could think of him, especially being right next to me. But I chose to do nothing.

I'm nodding. The plan was so, but my body seemed to be unwilling to obey the decision of reason.

“Do I have to glare and moody like this constantly, so that you are sure?”

Suddenly, I looked back at him. Even continue to look at his face, while maintaining a flat face, by continuing to drive.

From the right side, suddenly, the sound of a horn blared. Fortunately, I turned back to look ahead and maneuvered cunningly. I think there's something wrong with me. While shaking my head, I kept cursing myself.

"Actually, where's the idea of all this?" my thinking.

“Can drive no, woy!”

A motorist was cursing, while sounding the gas loudly.

He looked so angry that his spit gushed everywhere.

“You want to die, yes?” fira's nagging, adds to the dizziness.

Instantly, I lowered the window. While nodding, I immediately apologized. But the biker was too arrogant and temperamental.

He was still cursing, and spying as good as a eel. Along the way, the dirty words and the maki scorn continued to foam from his slovenly mouth.

“About-of-the-rich, the way at will!”

Hearing his mainstay style, I immediately pulled over and rushed out. Whatever it is, the gap is not a reason to blame.

......................

I must admit I was wrong. Lalai did not pay attention to the road. It was only natural that he was angry, let alone barely being nudged. All he had to remember, there was no contact at all. I have also apologized, and felt quite a lot of lessons.

Besides being scolded, my heart felt like it was going to be dislodged, when he honked.

“Which person are you?”

While saying some words of pearl, he approached and tried to attack. Unsatisfied, he even spat recklessly. Feeling less threatening, I relaxed. But because the guy kept asking for addresses and things like that, I ended up feeling uncomfortable and forced to pull my wallet.

It's funny, it makes me smile. His face was radiant as I picked it up. But when I gave him my identity card, he suddenly did not prolong his business. In fact, it seems to be getting nervous and misbehaving. In fact, he had prepared a cellphone and posed like a selebgram while in a restaurant.

“Where is your thug-like behavior?”

I wanted to ask that question, but it just made me look like an arrogant officer.

“If you feel aggrieved, just come to the address listed!” seruku, “why, not be photographed?” I continued, finding the man suddenly just pocketed his phone again.

“E-No, really, sir!” the answer, “cuman scuffed WA doang, just now,” he added.

I just muffled, letting the reason sound so cliche.

“Originally you know, this is my boss' car, I'm on duty looking for a bodong motor!” kibulcus.

I took my police ID card again, and put it in my wallet.

As soon as he turned his head, the man had already run away.

“Basic, berandal!” grumbling.

The license plate is late. He also wears non-standard tires. Not only that, he also came to overtake.

“If not escape..”.

Shaking my head, I finally got back in the car. Besides, I'm not a member of Satlantas, so I don't have the authority to do that.

“Where are you?” my question, immediately gripped his arm.

Fira looked pouty, even rebellious and forced away.

“I would have been more wretched, if I had stayed in your car!” abugn.

“Truely, I think that no one dared to mess around?” I said, “lagian, he was overtaking carelessly. I'm still at the line mark, just turn around a little doang, kok!” sanku.

Fira shakes. Apparently, the girl disagrees.

“Where do you know, your people are concerned about my face, how come?!” the accusation.

“Really?”

Instantly, I let go of his hand. While sitting, I continued to shift positions, trying to get closer. Feeling enough, I turned my head, looking at him like the incident. I don't know why, I'm curious.

His eyes look big, his eyebrows look flat. I'm sure last night she was wearing makeup, but strangely I was more interested in seeing her like this. In fact, the pimple on his left cheek looks much clearer.

The more I looked, the hotter my ears got every second. It made me start to move away, and get further, until I finally hit the steering wheel.

“This is bad!” mummy, “all must be because your face is too attractive!” I continued, shaking her head.

I realized I had just said my thoughts.

Instantly I looked away. Worried that my ears might burn, if you look at them too long.

“So it's my fault?”

Fira immediately glared, closing the door loudly.

Realizing the girl was still next to me, I just gawked.

I thought he was on blood. But with a blush, he instead said, “b-rightly too, then, it is indeed my fault!”

Suddenly, she sat back sweet.

It made me almost laugh. Surely I didn't dare to do it, so just shook my head. Again, I looked at his face. I don't know why, it feels so good. In fact, forgetting the risk of ear burn.

“How is it possible, there is this cute girl?” I thought, this time don't let slip.

Looking embarrassed, Fira suddenly said, “hurry up and don't look at me!”

“B-Alright, but don't show your face too often!” my answer.

Fira looked away, but I changed the rearview position in. From the reflection of the rearview mirror, I could see his smile clearly. His blushing face was recorded there.

The world feels so strange, but once you close the door everything has to end. After all, safety is much more important. While entering the gears, I immediately returned the rearview position as before.

“Security belt please wear again!” myrag.

"All right!" answer Fira.

Unknowingly, I smiled to myself. It's getting really fucked up. I think there's something weird about my brain. Just saw him wearing a seatbelt, suddenly my feelings were so happy, as if he had just been in office.

Not wanting to get any crazier, I immediately started the journey. I hope I don't have to go to a psychiatrist.

......................

Arriving at the clinic, the parking attendant immediately gave a warning. He led us to an empty place by the side of the road.

Although quite large, Om Hadi practice does not have a large parking lot, so patients often flee to the streets.

Worse, around the place of practice is also scattered kinds of shops. In fact, it is lined up at the end of the road that makes the roadside area an impromptu parking lot. Not infrequently, traffic becomes jammed, because of the number of vehicles that park carelessly.

Sometimes, it made me feel; they were all really brash. But now that I realize, I'm more shameless. Even though I realized that this action could not be justified, I still parked it in this place. Worse still, I work in an agency that should order this kind of action.

Not wanting to think about it protracted, I immediately went out, then opened the door and helped Fira. Who would have thought, that was really a very effective medicine?

All thoughts disappeared instantly. Instead, the difference in height was quite striking, I suddenly felt, when Fira came out. It made me even more suspicious; I had already completely fallen. Otherwise, why would I bother with this kind of dime?

“Can be road, right?” my question, while helping him.

Fira started walking, holding onto me. Just climbing the sidewalk, his face was already grimacing in pain.

"How can he walk up about six more steps?" my thinking.

From the side of the road, we still had to climb the stairs as high as a meter more to get to the reception room. With the condition of his feet, it would definitely be very painful.

“You want to carry?” my bargain, avenged by the plot, “okalah,” continued, mengapahannya like this morning.