Adagio |Risk Of Life|
The Adagio 34
The room is dim as the color of a cluster of maple leaves in winter. The boisterous sound of a beehive, and the aroma of caffeine that greeted the nose, had accompanied John sitting in front of a stretch of glass facing the street. His manic looks riled up, as well as his erratic feelings.
I heard the door of the cafe being opened. The person who was waiting for has arrived.
“Sorry I'm late! I did not expect that today the streets would be crowded!”
John's att.i.tude was suddenly forcefully pulled by that soft voice. John himself did not even expect to plan this meeting. Yeah, a meeting he never even expected.
“Nothing, sit down!” tell John a little gamang.
The figure was busy putting his bag and warm clothes on the table, then tidying up the appearance that seemed a little messy.
“Say, what's your purpose in asking me to meet?” he asked enthusiastically, filled with a smile that looked sincere and still just as pleasant as John had seen at the time.
John sighed slowly, letting his brain think for a moment to chim in on the questions addressed to him.
“There's something I want to know about you!”
John's speaking opponent frowned. “What?” answer with a discordant voice.
“Where is Hyuji noona treated first?”
And yes, all night John had been thinking hard and decided to ask Clarisa about the place Hyuji had visited while undergoing a medical examination. John was completely deadlocked, and only Clarisa had suddenly appeared in his brain after being almost re-enfranchised by the guilt that came getting stronger.
“Didn't you say you've met him in the same place?“
Clarisa pulled the corner of her lips sharply. Angannya who was already drawn so Beautiful, evaporated just like that. Everything felt destroyed a second time.
“So, your goal is to invite me to meet just for this?”
John nodded, knowing Clarisa might be hurting right now. But his main goal was really just to know where Hyuji was doing the examination and also recovery from his pain at that time.
“I need that information from you!”
“Why?” clarisa asked again to make sure that John didn't just want to see her because of this. “Why do you want to know where he was treated?!”
“I have a reason I can't tell anyone!” john softly, sounding sad.
“John, you—”
“I beg...” his door while tightly fusing his palms under the table. His face was already flushed, with a pitiful look.
Until supplicating? Even Clarisa was inexhaustible with John, the man who still occupied her heart to this day without hesitation to beg just because of a woman. And Clarisa also knew very well, if it was like this, there was no hope for her. John loved this woman. Most of him felt disappointed, because he had been in this position, a position where John was willing to do everything for someone he considered valuable.
“You really did this to me, John?”
John stared fixedly at Clarisa's figure, trying to find the answer to the question that was thrown from the lips of the girl who once occupied the side of his heart. Then in the next second, he knew that Clarisa still had high hopes for him. Hope to be back. But John did not want to give hope that might never be repeated again. John blinked faintly. “Ya!”
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The noise of the vehicle that makes dizziness, also the air that has compounds that blend and enough to make the night feel frozen. As the cold crept over her stiffened skin surface, Clarisa sat in an iron chair on one side of the pedestrian sidewalk. Bowed while saving his ten fingers that had shivered at each end in a powerful enough stalk, he still remembered John's words that he could no longer hope to have alone.
“He's forgotten me!” he said sadly, and somehow it was more like expressing a deep disappointment from within his mind that was starting to crumble and slowly collapse his confidence.
Then at another minute, as the tip of his nose began to turn red, and the tears were about to collapse from the throne, someone held out a strawberry-flavored cotton candy right in front of his face.
“Have known it like that, still hope!” chirp the person about 173 cm tall with an expressionless tone and flat face. His hands were still hanging in the air with a pink cotton candy that was still not received. “Stupid!”
Clarisa only offered a faint smile at the end of her lips. However, he was eager to reply to the sarcasm, but everything seemed to not have to be given an answer. He was indeed pitiful to the point of having to accept such a remark. Yes, he did indeed still wish for John to return and turn to look at him, once again.
The man in the black leather jacket was without permission to shift Clarisa's sitting position, and put his palm into the pocket of the jacket with a slight shrug after grabbing and put the candy forcibly that he thrust into Clarisa's grasp.
“Moderate low temperature, you can catch the flu if longer here!”
“What do you care? I don't even care if I have to go back to hospital!”
Clarisa had just recovered and was discharged from the hospital a few days ago because of her stomach disease, but she was willing to take the time to meet John, even though she herself knew she had not fully recovered.
The man hissed for a moment while showing his upset face, then flanked his lips together. “You'll trouble me again! And I'm tired!”
“Then don't care about me, YoonKi-ssi!” circus Clarisa with a sharp look on her face that already seemed to freeze and harden like a block of ice.
“Then, don't do silly things and make others worry, stubborn Clarisa!” timpal YoonKi was quick with a look no less cold.
“Then I have to how?!”
The atmosphere of both of them was already like two camps that were ready for battle. Both of them were turning, until YoonKi stretched out her palm towards the top of Clarisa's head and rubbed it twice. “Forget him, you should be able to accept that John no longer has feelings for you! There are still many men who want to accept you—”
Not finished with the sentence throughout the speech said, YoonKi was made to gasp at the speech that rose from Clarisa's lips. “Like you?”
For whatever sake, YoonKi knew Clarisa was such a bitch. But for some reason today that girl who usually looks arrogant and selfish was very messed up. YoonKi lowered her palm from the top of Clarisa's brown mane slowly, noticing how the girl was crying silently between the silence created.
“If it is necessary, let's do it!”
Sometimes, Clarisa also shows her childish nature that feels annoying and also adorable in YoonKi's eyes. But all inversely in the eyes of Clarisa, YoonKi is like her mother who is too overprotective and annoying like her grandfather who always told her to get married.
Clarisa smiled wryly, throwing her face at the stretch of the highway that was still crowded at ten o'clock in the evening. Ah, it didn't feel like he had been sitting there for two whole hours after meeting and arguing with John.
“You're such a bitch YoonKi-ssi!” he said with an indecipherable blink of an eye and a smile full of disappointment.
YoonKi blinked, there's nothing to laugh about, right?
“I'm serious! Even if you're impressed to use me as an escape, let's just do it! I'm tired of seeing you like this, Cla! You look pathetic!”
"Ck, ish...!” sighed Clarisa who was now filled with laughter a little wide and looks sincere on her lips. “You really are like my grandfather!”
YoonKi laughs. “Do I look that old?”
“Ya!” clarisa said quickly and firmly while returning to bring her manic stare at YoonKi. “You are old and annoying!”
“Oh, alright!” yoonki replied in the end, giving up because the figure of Clarisa he knew again appeared. “Clean your snot, and I'll drive you home!”[]
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...Opened with a former couple who moved on, and closed by a cold candidate couple, *eh......
...Hope you like this part ye......