Satan, Holy, Human
Chapter 20: Yes, the Promise
BACK in the playroom, back facing the glasses-rounded girl who still showed an expression of dislike, disgust, even like wanting to vomit? Who was still hissing, trying to keep a long distance from me, and ready to attack by throwing at me with whatever was available. However, he still felt he had an obligation not to leave the Saints alone, so leaving the room was not an option.
There is one significant difference compared to a few days ago. If previously Saints were beside the bespectacled girl so that she could protect her deftly, but now Saints are sticking sticky instead, sitting on the sofa together with me. The problem is, Saints instead sit down with the intention to discuss something. Saints really sit on the same sofa, next to each other only a few inches, sometimes even our shoulders touch each other!
Not only was my arrival (which did not interfere) unwanted, now Saints had practically been stolen from his grasp as well. This really made him fret, even look angry. It could be seen that a shadow appeared from within the darkness, like a spirit summoning ritual to gain power, just to punish me. Honestly, I'm not here of my own free will either.
I was forcibly taken by the Saints, the Saints themselves wanted my presence here.
Wants…? I think I'm a little distracted.
Therefore, this condition is quite awkward for me personally.
To be honest, this relationship between Nila and Saints is to what extent, huh? I thought they were just mediocre friends? But, Nila like making this house into her own home? Is this Nila's house? I thought this was a Holy House. Are they brothers? But there is not much genetic resemblance between the two.
I don't know.
Anyway, Nila is like an overprotective sister to her sister. Feeling that all the things that the Holy did must be known and based on his permission. As for Saints themselves, like a child who does not care so much about the surroundings, except to do whatever he wants.
“Not eat anymore? Drinkies? Cold or hot? Milk? Chocolate boy? A juice? Which one do you want?” the Sacred Cerocos asked me practically when she saw me stop taking cookies. His eyes were curious, there was also a tremor of worry emerging from behind his throat.
Why this kid? It's not usual for him to offer me something and serve me up like this, I thought curiously.
“No. Later on. I'm not hungry,” I replied calmly as I closed the jar.
“Eh? Nay! Why…? Wanna gohome? Later. Holy beg. Wanna play? Want dolls? Want what? Wanna read a book? Eeh... uh,” dizzy Holy while moving around and around offering me various things, trying to keep me in his house.
Indeed indeed. The intention is still the same, which is to try to force me to stay in his house longer. However, his way of conveying his essence has now changed drastically. What the hell's going on? Why does he bother serving me? Why would he care about me? I think the Saints are selfish? Saints are usually only concerned with their own affairs, the world only revolves around them.
“It's okay. No need,” reject me with a small smile.
“Eeeeh? D-don't go home. Please.wait. Want what? Studying again? Tina ajar dong! Teach it again? Any more replays? How's it going?” holy Pinta turned to the girl who was still sitting unconcerned at the other end of the room.
“SEENAK BIDAT!!! UNWILLING. WHY SHOULD I HELP YOU AGAIN!?” yell Nila instant. “Males do suck. Not becus! Bastard,” he continued softly like a whisper, although I can still hear it clearly.
“Why? You said it yourself, right? Sacred thought agreed?”
“Gak! I pull my words. Don't want to teach that wolf anymore!”
“Emm... how about, huh? Ragib don't come home, yeah! Wanna sleep? Wanna rest? Comfortable sofa, right? Wanna play? Let's play!” the Holy Passion was like there was no other choice.
“Kkkkk. What the hell are you, anyway? Tumben really bargained me macem-macem. Don't want to talk about pictures and the race anymore? How was the race progress yesterday?”
“IYA! THE PICTURE! Holy images are so many! Want some advice! A lot of weird. Many are confused. Wanna ask. No! Later. Pictures later. Can't be selfish. Ask Ragib, not Saints. Holy again. Now Rajib. A ragib? Wanna play? Picture later only. Ehe-hehe,” chuckles as Holy as forced, with a slight dissatisfied tone.
The saint tries not to talk about himself always?
Is this because of my yell yesterday, huh?
Is this a good thing? When can the Saints finally change from his bad nature? Or is this a bad thing because the Saints forced themselves? Trying to transform into a ‘D’ personality to enlighten others, finally comes a new nature and personality, a personality that is very incompatible with his childish nature. I'm worried enough myself. Glad to finally be noticed, happy because I do love this kind of attention. However, on the other hand I felt guilty because Saints were no longer Saints I knew (although knowing him could not yet be called familiar or anything like that).
“Kkkkk. What if I wanted to tell you. Can, can't?”
“Bby! Ragib wants a story? What stories? Sacred listen!” suci replied enthusiastically as she sat back on the sofa, with her star-filled gaze as if completely interested and ready to listen.
“Not no,” answered I waved. “I mean, I want a Holy story. I want to hear a story from Saints. How?”
“News from the Saints? What story?” wonder the Sacred tilted its head.
“Iya. How is the picture progressing? Any progress? If you are confused ask. No need for meaning about me, really. I also recently thought that your words had a point. Kkkkk!”
“Ragib want to tell me a picture? But then Rajib goes again…? The Saints don't want the Ragib to go. If the story of the picture, said Nila the same Mama, Suci selfish. Just want Suci. If the story picture...Ragib go?”
“Kkkk. No, kok. I asked, right? I was curious. Two weeks ago what was the problem, huh?”
“Ragib promise not to go?”
“Iya, promise.”
“Ehe-hehe, hehehe!” holy Puckle blushed in embarrassment, even his cheeks until red blushed. Like a blockage in a successful water channel to be removed, Suci also told a loud story. Without brakes, without pause, with passion, back to being the Holy I knew three weeks ago, back to being an enthusiastic little boy was telling the excitement of traveling with his friends to his parents.
Suci began to tell stories, about his progress and obstacles in drawing, especially the execution of his ideas on paper. He tried to change the various ideas and references he saw at the exhibition, even from television and movies in his pictures. Holy combined with his own point of view, unfortunately one head was not felt enough by him. And the only way to solve this problem is to ask me—as a person who knows this profession—because I belong to the category ‘not the (normal)’ people who always praise and say good, but do not understand what exactly Suci asked.
In fact, Mama Suci and Nila had never bothered about it.
But, what the Saints need now is me, right? Not the two of them.
After a long discussion with Mama and her best friend, Suci began to be trained to seek to serve, trying to think of others, trying to put aside his personal selfishness, and trying to put aside his personal selfishness, until finally appeared the personality of ‘D’ on this Sacred that makes him really become someone else.
“Kkkk. I, huh? Have you been through a long journey? Great saint. Saints are now big, yes,” my response is proud like a happy father staring at the growth and development of his son.
“Ehehe. Already already! Now picture! Discuss pictures! Come!”
“Bby. I also miss your pictures.”
“Hehe-hehe, hehehehe,” another chuckle Holy yet this time with a smug smile.
“But you are gapapa? I don't really understand this picture contest. But how is school? Saints can still follow?”
“Heh, it's funny that idiots worry about geniuses. Not very important,” whispered Nila from the end of the room (which is actually—once again—can be heard clearly).
“Gapa! Sacred smart! Important images. Number one.”
“If so, can I ask to teach you again? Kkkkkp. I'd like to accept the offer you made to study together. How?”
“BY! Sacred likes the Ragib. Rajib can be anything. Go, Nila! Learn again!”
“Gak. Males. I don't care about you guys!” replied Nila indifferently.
“Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeehhhhh!?” holy Protest with disappointment.
“Must teach this jerk again? No, deh.”
“If you don't like it, what if I bring another friend? We also learn it later in restaurants or something like that. More open, right? I won't macem-macem, kok!” my pelas begged Nila.
“Heh. At home I refuse, especially outside? The shrimp brain. The logic is not made. You know so well. I am not going to help people who are hurting Holy. I don't want to. Just watch out for you to force the Saints and steal the Saints again. No! No! NAW! WATCH OUT FOR YOU STEAL THE SAINT AGAIN! BEWARE IF YOU TAKE HOLY AGAIN!!” the outcry was like an attempt at self-protection.
“SUCI, WHY DO YOU HAVE TO HELP THIS DICK, ANYWAY? WHY SHOULD IT BE THE SAME WITH HIM!? WHY NOT THE SAME AS ME? WHY ARE YOU STAYING WITH ME!? I DON'T WANT TO LOSE YOU. WE'VE BEEN TOGETHER LONGER, RIGHT? AYE, RIGHT? HOLY??? AYE, RIGHT? HOLY... WHY?” nila shouted further as she pleaded, which was actually more towards the girl next to me.
Then, Nila really wanted to cry.
Like a man who is not willing to be left by his girlfriend, crying can not stem his emotions.
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Abis was invited to be better, given the biscuits, suddenly Suci even bargained this to Ragib
YAKALI RAGIB WAS NOT SURPRISED
MOREOVER, THE TINT OF HIS TONGUE WAS MORE VENOMOUS
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Welcome back, guys!
About Nila this has a problem what is the same with Rajib, huh?
Notwithstanding. It's more personal.
About Nila ngalamin what in the past until gini really, huh?
The problem of the Magi with the Saints is sorted out, now instead it starts the problem with Nila.
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