THE BAD BOY OF MANHATTAN

Chapters 14. I'd rather See You Angry.

"No me creo esto (i can't believe this)!!"

"Eres un bastardo (you're a wedge base)!!"

Emma covered her ears as soon as she entered the apartment and was greeted by the sound of her mother's scream in Spanish, which was aimed at her father. He hurriedly entered his room and closed the door. The sound of his mother's screams and also the meaning of his father can still be heard even though it is not too clear.

Usually, Emma will put on her headset and listen to music through a mobile phone or tablet to avoid the sound of chaos in her apartment. However, due to all that was left behind at Greenwich, and he was lazy to go back there to pick it up, because it felt like today was enough he saw the annoying face of the boy, so tonight Emma must be willing to sleep while enjoying the sound of objects that hit the wall, screams, and also mockery.

Emma was shocked when her bedroom door was pounded loudly and her mother's voice called her name in tears. "Emma .. abre la puerta! Abre la puerta, por favorite (open the door! open the door, please)!"

Emma exhaled violently and got out of her cramped bed and lazily dragged her steps towards the door of the room and opened it. The mother immediately rushed into his embrace and his crying became more and more.

"He has a lover. Your father has a lover." The woman was crying in Emma's arms which didn't seem too surprised by her words. Emma had expected that to happen. Her parents' household was already on the verge of collapse.

"A donde vas (where are you going), Papa?" emma asked the father who passed in front of her while wearing his jacket. The man just waved at her at a glance, then without saying a word, he passed.

Emma shook her head slowly. His mother still sobbed in his arms. His head started to throb. He also invited his mother to sit in the living room. Emma was speechless listening to her mother as she pleased without asking her anything. Until finally a few minutes later the woman's cry subsided. Emma is still silent. He sat on his feet with his elbows on his thighs. He looked down at the floor with a blank look.

"We're getting a divorce" the mother said suddenly.

Emma looks up. Even though he knew it would happen sooner or later, he still felt shock.

"So much better" said Emma coldly. Either because he did agree with his parents' decision, or stupid, or out of anger. He really doesn't know how to react.

"You okay?" ask mother.

Emma chuckles, sliced. "Why did you ask me this time that I'm okay? All this time I've been watching you guys fight, you think I'm okay?"

"Nrank ...."

"No, no, no. .. let me finish, Momma (let me finish my words, mother)!" sergeant Emma, holding up one hand, beckoned her mother to shut up. "I'm sick of it, you know? You guys are so pathetic (i'm fed up, you know? You guys are so pathetic!"

Emma moved from her seat. He looked at the mother who was down. "Do whatever you want. No need to care about me" he said as he stepped towards the door and grabbed his jacket.

"A donde vas (where are you going), Emma?" ask the mother.

"Find some fresh air" said Emma as she opened the door and stepped out of her apartment.

Looking for fresh air in East Harlem. Emma did not even know a suitable place to be alone while enjoying the fresh air. In front of a self-service, perhaps, near a car park where there is a long, shabby bench sometimes used by homeless people for their beds.

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Elric removed the virtual reality glasses from his head as Emma's phone inside the bag unceasingly rang. The phone was almost ten minutes ago ringing when he was busy in the virtual world playing his game. Elric ignored it.

Erlic's hand reached into the bag and picked up the phone with the old model. There are dozens of missed calls from someone written by papa's name. A few moments later, a message appeared on the screen. Elric did not open it, but he could read from the message display on the screen.

Papa: Emma, I know you're angry and won't pick up my phone. Your mother must have told you our intention to separate. I'll find a place to stay for a while. Hope you'll talk to me about this soon.

Elric raised his eyebrows. He hastily turned off the phone screen and put it back in the bag. He felt he had entered someone's privacy. Moreover, this seems like a serious problem. Emma's parents are getting a divorce. But Elric was curious about the girl's reaction tomorrow. Will Emma have a change of attitude? Will it look sad? Will he vent his anger on her? Will it remain fierce and chatty? Is he still gonna suck? Or will he be mediocre?

The answer was, that afternoon, when Emma came in the class hours as usual, the girl looked a little lethargic when Elric had just walked into the library room. She saw Emma facing her phone. Yep. Before Emma came, Elric had asked Lupita to return the girl's bag to its original place in this room.

Seeing the arrival of Elric, Emma hurriedly put the phone into her bag back. "Hi, how are you today (how are you today)?" greet Emma friendly. Like previous meetings that started well, but always ended in war. But today, he did not have the energy to argue with the child.

"Good." Elric answered short.

Emma took her tablet, then checked the theme schedule for today. Recognition of talent and potential. However, it feels like Emma just wants to chat about anything, so she can take her mind off her family problems.

"How long are you going to sit in a wheelchair?" ask Emma.

Elric pressed his shoulders. "An month, maybe."

Erlic raised both of her hands, indicating that she did not mind. Emma remained silent for a while.

"What do you think about life?" ask Emma.

"Life sucks, full of sh it, and is fucked up (life is shitty, full of shit, and messed up" Elric said.

Emma raised her eyebrows. This boy is not very grateful. With everything he had, it was still his mouth saying such words. "Don't you ever think you're so lucky?"

"Me?"

"Yes. You're."

"No."

"Why?"

"Because I don't have "things to do list" like everyone (because I don't have "a list of things to do" like everyone else)." Elric pulled the corner of his lips.

Emma squinted her eyes. He looked at Elric suspiciously. "You ... opened my notebook?" inquiringly.

Elric chuckles. "I was just wondering why anyone would still use a notebook to write something."

Emma grunts annoyed. A moment later he again squinted his eyes at Elric. "Don't tell me you opened my phone."

"I accidentally read the incoming message," Elric said.

"You've never been taught what privacy is?!" hardik Emma is upset.

"Hey, you know, I have a little sympathy for you" Elric said. Whether he is sincere or not. However, to be honest Elric would rather see Emma's ferocious face than see her moody.

Emma had her lips. He folded his arms in front of his chest. Elric sympathizes with others? It's hard to believe. That kid must've just fucked him up. In my heart, I must have laughed at him.

Elric sighed softly. The girl was moody again. He really doesn't like to see it that way. He also racked his brain to make Emma upset.

"Hey, Emma .. You're after James, right?" ask Elric. He waited for Emma's reaction to explode at any moment.

"Huh?"

"Don't pretend to be stupid" Elric lures.

"Huh?"

Elric. "Stop that stupid expression of yours!"

"What (what)?" Emma's eyes are round. His face now looks haunted. "What did you say (what did you say)?"

Elric's lips were cut. "Which one? Are you after James or that stupid look on your face?"

Emma growling. He could not believe that this child would make his blood boil every day. While Elric smiled happy to see Emma was back to normal with her fierce face.

"You intend to make my life short, yes, Son Breng sek?!" hardik Emma's.

"That's right, Emma," said Elric while laughing out loud, making Emma roll both her eyeballs back and forth.

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