BLOODY LOVE'S
Chapter 52's

When Jose came with a fishing rod and a bucket of fish, Nolan almost wanted to throw away all the gifts, but was soon canceled. He needs to talk. Must. Otherwise, his head would definitely break and he was sure that he would soon go crazy.

So he gave the fish to his aunt in the kitchen while he himself walked to the border bridge with Jose. The man took him fishing as a redemption for his rude attitude yesterday, but Nolan did not feel Jose was ever rude, and he was not looking to fish. So, the two of them are just a road of uncertain direction.

“Your face is pale,” Jose commented as they sat on the rocky outskirts around the border bridge. “You sick?”

Nolan looked astonished. Even his family was unaware of the change in look on his face, but the person he had just met was able to tell the difference quickly. He shook his head slowly in response, but then said in a soft voice, “Which yesterday we saw it really exists or not, anyway?”

Jose turned his head, looking to think for a long time before answering, “There's a real, really. Weasel, right?”

Both of Nolan's cheeks blushed rapidly. He looked at Jose with eyes sparkling with anger. “What is a ferret?!”

“Not that you just saw a ferret yesterday?”

“You turned out to be vindictive, yes!” Nolan shouted in annoyance.

“Lho, why are you so angry?” Jose asked in wonder.

“Why do you keep talking about ferrets?” reply the girl in front of him. His legs were tugged to the ground as a sign of displeasure.

Jose looked around worriedly, afraid that many people thought he was doing something bad that made the girls scream. Not a single person from Bjork to the south or north is visible. Bridge crossings are often avoided by people, for some reason. Jose returned a look at Nolan. The girl had walked away with long strides, suddenly angry for something that Jose could not understand.

Why the hell with him? Jose was astonished. Seriously, I really don't understand what to do if I want to talk to him.

Nolan himself wasn't really mad at Jose. He's upset with himself. He should apologize or tell the truth, but the opposite is true. He's always angry. Especially when he saw Jose's arrival, the neighbors gave a sickening gesture of support. His aunt received a bucket of fish with an excessively happy face, even to the point of tears all over.

“Actually you're here for what, anyway?” Nolan turned around, slightly relieved to see Jose still following behind him. He was worried that the man was offended again and left.

“Apardon,” replied Jose lightly, as if the word sorry did not bear any particular burden for him at all. This made Nolan very upset, especially since to him, apologizing was a very difficult sentence to say

“What's wrong until I apologize for everything? And instead of me saying, mending you don't have to come here?”

No, no, no! Nolan scolded himself inwardly. Well, what am I talking about? Why can't this mouth speak only evil things, anyway!!!

They both looked at each other in silence. Nolan was not strong in his eyes for long, so he lowered his gaze, worried about what to do.

“You're upset that your fishing tackle missed in the woods, right?” Jose explained in his usual light tone, as if he did not feel any heartache at all. It was as if his heart was made of a sponge that absorbed all negative emotions. “And your fish too. Have I not been forgiven?”

Nolan was frustrated.

“You are not wrong! Why apologize for everything, anyway?!” his yell. “You've been humiliated yesterday, I didn't compact with you when you testified, and .. and instead you're the one apologizing? Wear all fishing rods, expensive fishing rods, anyway! Where the hell is your brain? Is there or isn't?”

Jose was gaping, not expecting instead to be scolded for being well-meaning. He tilted his head to one side, staring at Nolan's face who was panting out of breath from shouting without pause.

“Maaf—“

“Have said, don't apologize!” yell Nolan again. Both of her cheeks until they blushed red.

“OK, okay,” Jose raised both his hands up as a gesture of surrender. This was not the first time he had been yelled at and scolded by others. Nolan's anger is nothing compared to the level of Maria or Marco's anger, but it's like there's a mysterious power in the girl that makes Jose want to always give up. “If you don't like me here, I'll just go, no need to be angry ..”

“Who said I don't like it?” reply Nolan fast, automatic. His tongue was almost bitten.

Nolan took a deep breath, then finally shook his head slowly. It was hard to honestly say what he was thinking.

“Fog is coming soon,” murmured slowly.

Jose looked around with a stern look. He still hasn't said anything to Nolan. “You want to go north for a minute?”

Nolan raised his face in wonder. This was the first time anyone from the north had offered such a thing to her. “We are prohibited from passing if there is no need,” he said. “You know why I came sneaking into your house? If the patrol cops find out I'm from the South, they'll definitely trouble me.”

“You will be with me, there will be no police to make things difficult for us.” Jose held out his hand. “There's something I need to talk about, okay?”

Nolan looked back doubtfully. There was no one around him who could be asked for consideration. His feet moved a little hesitantly, making him resentful. Usually he never hesitates, let alone shudder when talking to others.

“Why? Need a break first? Let me just talk,” Jose said as he caught Nolan's point of view.

The girl nodded quickly. “No one will look for me, really. They know I can take care of myself.”

In an instant, the last sentence he spoke proudly had already brought Nolan across the bridge.

As Jose said, Nolan saw for himself that although the patrol police were roaming around with sinister looks, no one stopped to interrogate him. Some people even nodded and gave a smile towards him—actually towards Jose.

“I know your house is big, but did not expect you to be influential once here,” commented Nolan.

“Yang has an influence not me,” said Jose calmly. “It was because of the name Argent. You want to eat crepes?” He pointed at one of the traveling merchants passing by.

Nolan nodded slowly. He felt glare. The sun was dazzling in the north, making him even more angry and feeling that God was really unfair. The rich people of the north were given all luxuries, even nature. Here the sun shines warm and the weather is cool, while people in the south can only enjoy the fog and cold air. And the Black Ghost.

“What do you want to say?” Nolan menukas ketus. Suddenly he felt like he was going home.

Jose kept buying two crepes, handing Nolan a chocolate-flavored one. “Actually you also saw the creature, right yesterday?”

Nolan frozen. The crepes he swallowed suddenly felt too dry, making him cough. Jose bergeming.

“You know?” asked Nolan after the cough was over. Crepes in his grasp almost crumbled as he gripped too tightly.

“Of course know.” Jose rolled his eyes. “I saw you fall that time. You froze where you saw it. Why else would I carry you?”

“I'm not afraid!”

“Hey, I never said you were scared either.” Jose bit his crepes with his ice cream. The sun has melted a little bit of the upper ice. “It's only natural that people look at the creature. I'm still goosebumps every time I think about it.”

“So, yes?” Nolan heaved a sigh of relief, now starting to calm down. “Eh, I .. yesterday I didn't mean to lie. But, tiring—“

“I understand,” says Jose. Nolan seemed very difficult to convey an apology or an expression of regret, making Jose actually wanted to let the girl finish her sentence despite stammering, but was canceled because Jose wanted to talk seriously. “I know, really, how is your position. Anyway, I'm just a stranger there.”

“So, aren't you angry?”

“No. Rather than that, I want to talk something.” Jose pulls Nolan's elbow, intending to take him to sit somewhere instead of talking while standing, but his gaze instead hits another person who runs into them; Maria.