Bare With Bastard
Or because we are different. (Marco POV)
Twenty-eight years ago, though,
I admired him, he was someone who bravely raised the flag of war between my heart and my mind.
Every time I don't want to see him, but every time I want to see him more and more.
When I dodge, not infrequently afterwards I even look for ways to get his attention.
I've never been this crazy when I liked someone.
The woman, full of gentleness, her home was on the other end, I called her the princess then.
But, of course the call was only brave for me to say in my heart, to say hello I did not dare.
She was adorable, like a red apple somehow her face always caught my eye.
His eyes are round, his face until now is so difficult to forget. And every time I remember her, despite the hatred, I smile at myself thinking about how adorable she is.
That day, I managed to get acquainted with him, ah no no, rather he first greeted me, invited me to meet, asked what my name was. He said he wanted to be my friend? Crazy, who is he?
Don't get me wrong, I mean... Who is he, want to be friends with people who do not have like me? It feels strange, I should be happy to be friends with rich people, but for me not... The days after that I had to go through with torture.
Not physical torture, but the heart... Well, because what? I who is a thug it feels very sad with his crazy hope that he becomes my lover. Dare to like a princess. We, not he and I, are like the heavens and the earth.
I kept trying to hold back my feelings, even though I was eager to hug her when she was right next to me. Back then, she always told me that she liked someone and expected a lot with that guy. It's crazy, with no shame I'm even jealous.
What this feeling is, please don't let it get any longer, we're different, and I realize he won't be able to reach me.
I decided to hold it back again, I tried to be a loyal listener, even though it hurt like my chest was sliced deliberately.
"Do you like someone?" ask Nindi.
"Huh?"
Marco stared at his dangling legs, not daring to look up at his interlocutor.
That day was unusual, Nindi looked messy, her appearance did not describe that she was the daughter of the famous businessman of this country.
"Yes? I told you that I like someone, that you? Is there a woman you like?" asked Nindi again, clarifying the meaning of her words.
"Nothing?" marco replied quickly. Not wanting to look even more pitiful in front of Nindi.
"Hemm, is that it? It seems that it's hard to get close to him?" nindi said, he got off the drum where he was sitting, stretching out his arms as if it was working enough to relieve fatigue.
"I was even, willing to be other than myself just to attract his attention." lamented Nindi.
"If he likes you, why should you be any other than yourself? I think he who loves sincerely will be able to accept you however you are."
And after all, you're beyond perfect, if there are people who don't like you.
"Is that so?" Nindi looked at Marco, looking for seriousness on that face.
While Marco, spontaneously himself became misbehaved because of Nindi's eyes.
"Iii ya." stammering Marco.
Nindi smiled sweetly, "I want to make her fall in love with me? Can you help?" ask Nindi.
Me, why should I, hey lady... You're crazy, just hearing it's been excruciating.
"Because you're the best person to help me!" answer Nindi.
"Aren't you going?" the gaze was like a kitten, but Marco knew, the words were like a threat ready to lunge.
Marco nodded and said, "There's not much I can do, but I'll try."
"Aahh, right! You're the right person."
At that time, he seemed so excited to hear that I had agreed to help him, without me knowing it was the stupidest thing I've ever done in my entire life, that is why he and I had to separate, and more painfully I had to accept the fact that again our social status was a very serious problem. Then, I was forced to be self-conscious and with a heavy heart to let go.
That day, I started helping him, he asked what men liked, he didn't give any clue about the nature or physicality of the people he liked, Nindi always says whatever I feel about a woman, I have to say it.
I have to be interested in what kind of woman, what I don't like about women, how to take a stand, what the best date is, and again she asks what if the woman who expressed love first, what if the woman who expressed love first, how my response.
"Actually who? Do I know him? He must be from a rich family, you can't seem to think of me, me and the man you like are clearly different" I said, holding back my anger, but obviously I can't show this princess in front of me.
"Eemm, he's ordinary, not rich, but his life is good, you know... I really like it." Nindi smiled with excitement. I wish I had helped him for a week. More precisely not a help, maybe a kind of insincere feeling but must be done.
"Well, who doesn't like you?" grunting.
"But he said no... Uh, he hasn't rejected me yet, but I've asked him."
"Ask what?"
"About the woman he likes, he says no."
"Hemm, are you close?"
"I think it's close enough, no, I was wrong... Very close."
"Is that your childhood friend?"
"No!"
"Who?"
"Emmm... If I say, I'm afraid she knows how I feel, and she's moving away." Nindi looked glum, I couldn't bear to see her, no one dared to make Nindiku sad. Even if it was me, I really didn't like it.
"It's okay, just with me, I can keep a secret. But if you won't tell me, I won't force."
"It's not yet, if it's time you will know" said Nindi.
"Hemm, that's special." Envy ripples in the heart, however talking about other people we like the person we like, heh this love triangle tastes so bitter.
"But, I'm not sure she likes the same thing as me, I'm sorry if this doesn't work."
"You've worked hard, I'm going to work hard for this too, hopefully he really likes me" Nindi said with passion.
Miris once, at that time, I could only look at her smile, and at that moment I felt, close does not mean that I knew much, because I did not understand how Nindi felt at that time. Either I'm being too stupid, or because the truth is we're different.
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