The Conversation of a BEM Leader

Don't You Love Me, Kei?

"Lo fits Sindi better, Vin."

Keisya's words suddenly made Kevin let go of his embrace and stared fixedly at the girl. "Try resetting."

Keisya was goosebumps hearing Kevin's words in such a cold and flat tone. Keisya bit his lower lip to hold back the nervousness that suddenly thrashed him. What's more now that Kevin is standing from his seat makes Keisya have to hold his breath.

"Try resetting," said Kevin again.

"Lo is more suited to Sindi, Vin." great-granddaughter Keisya timidly.

"Don't you love me, Kei?"

The words made Keisya immediately look up and look at Kevin. Understandably high with Kevin is quite striking distance.

"My answer, Kei."

Keisya answered nothing. The girl just stared into Kevin's two blind eyes inside. Is that a question worth asking after all these years of their relationship?

"How do you want an answer?" asked Keisya venturing.

Keisya smirked thinly. "Six years I'm the same, Vin. Still until your heart nanyain it to me?" continue the girl again.

"If you love me. You won't match me with another girl, Kei. What else is the same Sindi who is just a young manager in my organization."

Keisya chuckled cynically then shook his head at Kevin's words. "A young manager?" asked Keisya underestimating.

Kevin nodded steadily. He and Sindi are just partners in the organization.

"Guman is just a young caretaker but until the hug? Are you okay, Vin? Or maybe you're like all the children of your organization?"

Lost was the nervousness of Keisya that he felt earlier.

"What do I not know about Lo Vin?" ask Keisya again.

The girl took in her deep breath, her eyes were already dewy with her nose starting to turn red. "Lo is always busy with the world of your organization, I try to understand. Lo renege on the promise of wanting to take care of Sindi who is sick, I understand, because I think it's part of your responsibility as chairman. You said you wanted to return a gift from Sindi, but what? You even wear his watch, even you follow him on his birthday. You don't even know at that time I was in a crisis of confidence because of the talk of your sick fans, Vin. They don't know me but they talk to me like they know me, hikss. They're naughty. They said I don't pantes for you."

Broken was already Keisya's cry, the girl vented all her irritation at Kevin who was in front of her at this moment. "Gue was tired," he said again with a sobbing that really made Kevin's heart pinch.

Kevin pulled the girl into his arms and gently rubbed Keisya's back. He deliberately provoked the girl's emotions to vent everything that he had been holding back all this time. Kevin just wants Keisya to tell him all his feelings.

And Kevin's lures worked. He closed his eyes hearing Keisya's increasingly bitter cries.

"It hurts a lot?" ask Kevin gently. His rubbing on Keisya's back did not stop.

"Rendra, I don't pantes for you." she said again.

Kevin dipped long shoots to Keisya. Keisya's self-confidence crisis is what worries Kevin the most about affecting their relationship.

"Don't beat them."

"can't. I have ears with a function that's still very good, Vin. All their words went into my brain.

Kevin let go of his embrace with Keisya. The man then cupped Keisya's face, with Kevin painstakingly rubbing Keisya's cheek wet with tears. "Kei, you don't have to explain anything about you to them. Because who likes you doesn't need it, and who doesn't like it you don't believe it.

"Kei, do not make yourself a dwarf because of the opinions of others. You will not grow if you are always afraid of what they say. Enough to horrify yourself by."

"When do I care about other people talking about our relationship?"

Keisya was silent at Kevin's question. From a long time ago, the guy never thought about the opinions of others about their relationship.

"I don't feel like contributing anything to our relationship, By. So I beg you, don't burden your mind with the talk of those who are ignorant."

Keisya pouted slightly hearing that. How could he not think about those words. Everything that was thrown from them was heard in Keisya's sense of hearing even though it was vague. But what they were talking about was very much Keisya understood how his intent and purpose were.

"It's not natural that your fans want what's best for their idols?" ask Keisya again.

Kevin smiled thinly. "Reg, By. But back again, everyone's perception is different. The best from their point of view, not necessarily the best from the point of view of the idol side. In any case, the one who ran his idol."

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Keisya painstakingly fed Kevin lunch. The guy was nagging because he got a porridge lunch menu. Why porridge? So that it is easily digested by the stomach lang experiencing maagh

"Udah Kei, you're gonna throw me up."

Keisya sighed softly hearing that. He then took a glass of water to Kevin and thrust it at the guy. "Drink now" said Keisya slowly.

Kevin received the glass and drank some water. His stomach is very uncomfortable right now. Like after riding an extreme vehicle that shakes his stomach.

"That's why if you say you don't ngeyel. Magh, is it finally?" namel Keisya.

Keisya often found Kevin who missed his meal. Whether it was lunch, or breakfast that he deliberately missed because of chasing time. Whereas if Kevin meets Keisya who misses his meal, the guy will definitely nag at length. But he did not apply it to himself. Shitty right?

"Yes By, sorry."

"I apologize to yourself."

Ah yes, they have indeed made up after Keisya evaporated the thing he craved. Kevin himself tried as much as possible to better manage his time so that everything is more balanced.

"Aren't you in class today?" ask Kevin.

Keisya shook his head slowly, then picked up an apple on the nightstand. Keisya bit the apple because he was hungry. It's good to make a wedge.

"I'm delivering in food here, what do you want to eat?" ask Kevin who has reached for his phone.

Keisya shook his head slowly. "Later on," Keisya replied briefly.

"Why later?"

"Not what."

"Kei," said Kevin slowly. "Don't till I'm healed keep even you sick."

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...Seriate......