
Two weeks almost passed. It's Wednesday now. Rebecca's feelings were already bad from morning. Because at these times Darrell will usually contact him with his arrogant orders.
I don't know until when he has to play a test of patience like this. Wait until Darrell is tired and gives up on his own. He wanted to end this match. But he doesn't care if Darrell brings his father.
He believes Darrell is not just big talk when he says he can be the father's dream son-in-law. With this developing condition alone, Darrell proved to have attracted the heart of his father. His father always asked enthusiastically about his relationship with Darrell and what happened the day they made the appointment.
Maybe as Priscillia said, it was because Darrell was the only one who could stand up to him. Usually the men will retreat at the first time of their encounter, or maximum at the second meeting. As for Darrell, if they make another deal this weekend, it's the fourth meeting.
Rebecca carried out her activities with a feeling of uncertainty like a person waiting to be sentenced. He went to college and took care of the script, waiting for the unexpected message to come.
One by one the activities have been undertaken. Until it was time for dinner with the family, until bedtime. The awaited message did not come. Rebecca was half grateful.
What's the matter? Did the wolf forget? Or maybe they gave up? Whatever the reason, he was quite happy with the situation. Hopefully it can go on.
But he knew it could not be celebrated. As long as the weekend has not passed or things have not been completely clear, Darrell's message could come the next day. It is better to stay alert and keep surveillance tight. With that in mind, Rebecca decided to close her day.
And Rebecca's conjecture was proven. The next morning, the cursed message came in an arrogant style as usual. 'This weekend I will come. Give time. Let me know the time and place.'
Rebecca could only sigh as she read the message. It turns out that this week the pull game will be held again. He took his HP, then replied to the message with a sentence almost similar to two weeks ago. 'In the usual cafe, Saturday at 4.'
After that, he put down his HP and just wait for the day the game starts again.
...****************...
Saturday arrived. At 15:30 Rebecca was dressed and ready to leave the house.
"Agreement with Darrell again?" Samuel asked his daughter with a smile.
"Yes, " replied Rebecca lazily.
"Have a good time well, my daughter .." said Samuel without caring about the face of his daughter who scowled like a bekantan.
"Don't expect too high, Pa .... Becky goes first, "great Rebecca.
"Yes. Be careful ..." reply Samuel. Want no matter what the words of his daughter, he still hopes that the matchmaking of the Princess this time can succeed.
Rebecca arrived at the cafe. As usual, the annoying creature was already there. Darrell did not lose his manners when dealing with Rebecca. He pulled a chair for her. But Darrell's sweet demeanor still doesn't shake Rebecca. He still maintained his indifference before the man.
After the two sat facing each other, they ordered drinks and snacks. They waited for their order to arrive in silence. Rebecca was somewhat astonished, it was not usual for the man's attitude before her to be as serious and reserved as this. Usually Darrell must have asked her to talk with a whining face or a slanted smile.
When their drink was served, Rebecca tried to open the conversation. "This time, can I invite my friends again?" ask her with a satirical tone and a slanted smile on the face.
Darrell was silent for a moment and did not immediately reply. Then, taking his drink and sipping it, he said short, "No."
Rebecca's stunned. There was something strange about Darrell's attitude. That man wasn't the Darrell he'd met so many times. The nuances he emitted were so cold and unfriendly.
Actually Rebecca was a little daunted to see Darrell like this. However, it was not Rebecca's name if she had to retreat with just this cold attitude. By emboldening herself, Rebecca continued her defiant attitude. "Why? Because you're finally tired after being ignored over and over?" he said with a mocking tone.
"No. But because I need to make a decision with you. Decisions that I don't think need to involve the other side, " Darrell said firmly.
Looking at the silent Rebecca, Darrell continued his sentence. "It seems that even now, you are still against this matchmaking right?" tanya Darrell immediately addressed the main issue.
"Yes, " replied Rebecca firmly.
"That means it can be, if you are the one who faces your father and refuses to be betrothed to me? I'll ask your father to call my dad. Tell me you're the one who won't accept me. Thus, I will not be blamed as if my efforts to approach you are less .." Darrell explained.
"Can! This whole time, it can actually be! But you yourself are threatening me by saying that you are able to lure papa into a prospective dream son-in-law!" reply Rebecca.
"All right! If you can do it, I won't threaten you by involving your father anymore. We end our relationship here. As a businessman, obviously I also do not want to linger wasting my time and energy on something that is not profitable for me. I'll find another woman as my target, " replied Darrell.
Hearing that, Rebecca's eyes twinkled. It was as if he had gotten release from the shackles that had been restraining him all along. "Good! I must! Papa's business, leave it to me! Congratulations on finding another woman! Thus you no longer need to deal with me!" she said cheerfully.
Hearing Rebecca's last words, Darrell smiled. This was his first smile at their meeting this time. Realizing this, Rebecca's smile vanished. The feeling is not good, as if you will get unpleasant news.
"Unfortunately .. it seems like a difficult thing, kitty-chan ..." said Darrell.
"Why?" asked Rebecca with concern. His eyebrows are waiting for Darrell's next sentence.
"Because my next target is one of your friends, " replied Darrell with a slanted smile.
Rebecca laughed mockingly. "God! Don't dream! How could my friends want to "suddenly Rebecca's sentence cut off. He realized something.
Rebecca's face changed, like holding back anger. With hissing he said his conjecture, "Don't say that ... Cecilia ...."
Darrell's smile widened. He clapped his hands. "I don't think the cat's brain is watered too" he said. Either means a compliment, either means a prank. (author: sorry well, cat .... No offense .... This is Darrell saying, not the author)
"I told you, don't you dare play with my friends!" Rebecca began to raise her voice.
"Swimming, kitty .... I told you from the beginning, can you be an adult? If you still want to hear my explanation, please control yourself. If not, please leave the cafe. It has nothing to do with me. I'll stick to my plan, " Darrell said in a relaxed manner. But his smile disappeared. His gaze intimidated Rebecca with a sharp glare.
Rebecca fell silent. How dare this br*ngs*k man again threaten him even intend to throw him out?! Can't! He must endure anyway! He needs to know this wolf man's rotten plan to save his best friend! Therefore, Rebecca could only clench her hands beside the chair and hold back her wrath.
Looking at the silent Rebecca, Darrell smiled again. "Good! Now listen to my explanation! Whether you want to believe it or not. From the beginning, I had no intention of playing anyone, including you. My goal is clear, you already know. I never forced any woman to accept me. Let them choose to accept me like this or not. And that goes for Cecile."
"Can't be Cecilia! Find another woman!" rebecca Ketus.
"In that case, you have no right to specify it, kitty .... If you love and respect your friend, let him determine his own happiness, "darrell argues.
Rebecca's stunned. He felt slapped with the words of Darrell. He cannot accept it, but he cannot deny it.
Finally, Rebecca decided to get up from her seat. Before leaving, he took the time to say, either to Darrell, or perhaps to himself. "I'll ask Cecilia myself."
"Please, kitty ...."
Without speaking again, Rebecca immediately went out of the cafe and left Darrell alone.
...****************...