BROKEN BUTTERFLY; Beyond The Night That Differs Love And Lust
CHAPTER 12. A WOMAN IN SUIT
“QUICKLY WAKE UP SLACKERS!! SEE WHAT TIME IT IS!!!”
I heard that voice in my dreams. Ah, that fucking alarm clock. I'm well aware enough to know that it's Sunday, let me take a little nap!
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Of course that damn alarm won't let me sleep for another ten minutes. Her voice was already too disturbing, and even if I could go back to sleep without turning off the alarm, I was sure that I would have a nightmare next time. I couldn't sleep well with that horrible sound around me.
While collecting clothes to wash I realized this bracelet was still stuck to my arm. I forgot to ask Alice to take it off yesterday. Well done, Juno. But maybe I can ignore it too. There's more important things I have to mess around with than this fucking bracelet. Argha! I woke up in a very bad mood.
I put the laundry in the washing machine, from the sound it still takes another half hour before it is finished and I can dry it. It was sunny today, yes, it did not rain this week. I increasingly believe that in this country there is only one season – panteroba. If my laundry was drying in this weather, before afternoon it would have been dry. I don't have to bother with the issue of clothes not yet dry the following week. And why should I bother with the issue of dry clothes when I have a problem that I need to solve here!? Alright Juno, focus!
Christian Adrew, Vandour student 13rd grade 3. Had moved school from Vandour 8 in 2nd grade, because of family problems. It seems that he used to be a student, but since his parents' divorce and because of his mother's selfish desire he was forced to move to a more economically affordable school. Despite having a messy family background, he can still maintain his learning achievements. Even he who had never entered the top ranks in his home school could rank top in his new school. Notes teachers and homeroom teachers said he was a good student without a single record of delinquency, just tend to close himself and difficult to make friends.
Hooo is the type who vents all his frustration at his lessons and academic grades. It's only natural that people like this don't have friends.
All the reports of Alice's investigation have been printed and now I can freely carry them anywhere. Even so, the number is very large and ends up being a sheet that is almost half the thickness of a national test preparation book. Until now I still do not believe Alice can collect all of this in less than a week, even the background records and daily seems very accurate. I have to admit he is great despite his appearance and behavior like that.
Eddie Lim, I think I know about this guy. He was a representative of the Vandour regional mathematics olympiad. If it's not wrong I met him once there. Well, it was an unpleasant experience. The cold man faced the wall that did not show his emotions even though he had set aside Weena in the early rounds. The rest of the day I remember only trying to encourage her who was devastated after failing to represent our school. And he keeps pinching my arm while whining “Why don't you just choose~?” Well, it was an unpleasant experience.
One of the top students of Vandour 49, it was otherwise one of the strictest schools in the city. Many graduates from that school ended up continuing their military or police education. Now I can understand the cold attitude of that time. He has no academic disability and his student record is excellent. It was only known to keep stray cats in his dorm room, even though it violated the rules, because the good record so far it did not become a defect in his academic record. Instead written as “animal lover.”
The face of the wall has a cute side.
Reading this note made me even more sorry about this event. They were all good people with their own personal problems. I feel like the more I can't accept all this, they shouldn't end up like this. They're human beings with all their problems, they shouldn't end up dead as victims of serial murder. I kept on repeating the sentence while staring blankly at the sheet. I don't want to go on anymore, it's too much for me.
I thought going back to lying in my bed after doing all my homework could put me back to sleep. My face was covered in those papers, I was too lazy to tidy it up and just relied on the clip to keep it from falling apart. I wish I could sleep like this.
But of course it didn't happen. My stomach is crying for stuffing. The sun was high and I remember the stomach was filled with only a few loaves of bread and a cup of coffee since morning. Maybe a walk out while looking for food in a stall near here can help me think. With only a pair of shorts and a few pieces of money and a smartphone, I left my house.
Not far from my house there is a noodle shop, I almost always eat here if the holidays like this. And because it has long been a subscription here I can not comment much about the food it offers other than with the word accustomed. Well, I'm used to the food at this stall.
The sheet attached to the clip was still carrying, thinking I could throw it away whenever I was satisfied to read it. While lining up the order I can also read it a little. There are still profiles I haven't read since I left my house, even though I still had time to read a few pages on the way, a few more pages while waiting for orders. And now a few more pages accompanied by chicken noodles in front of me. There were a few drops of noodle soup staining the sheet, right on the page discussing a student named Mario Tanoe. This one guy has a pretty complicated historical record, I spent a bit more time reading it. Even so I can say that this person is also interesting, unfortunately his life must end tragically.
Had thought to go home immediately after finishing the stomach filling business, but it looks like I need to go to the minimarket to buy groceries. Now maybe my stomach is full, but a few hours later he will again demand to be filled. Always think a few steps ahead.
Even with the groceries in my left hand, my right hand was still grasping the sheet of paper. Along the way even while queuing in front of the cashier I read without caring about my surroundings. The food I bought was careless, only a few noodle products that I have been very accustomed to consume.
Then I finally managed to read the sheets of paper.
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The sun was so bright I saw it from the slit of the leaves. The grocery crackle I put not far from where I sat, rolled sheets of paper sticking out of it. Even though it was a hot afternoon, I had no interest in going back to my air-conditioned room. I need to clear my head. The leaves of the creeping plant were shaded, giving me a place to shelter in the garden.
I don't know how long I've been sitting here. It might be a while, but the sun hasn't seemed to have moved out of place since I came to this place, so it's probably only been about a few minutes. My head feels so full, I don't know what else to think. From the beginning, what did I do in this park?
The park is deserted, no one comes here at noon like this. The weather was too hot to let anyone leave the house. But here I was, staring blankly at the nearly cloudless sky.
Someone took a place beside my left, a chair that was empty from now on.
I don't care about his whereabouts at all, that guy seems to agree with me. He was just sitting there, in that shady place, I noticed with the corner of my eye he was a woman, wearing long pants and a black coat with two buttons, inside he was wearing a white shirt without a tie. His sling bag was placed on his lap, from there he pulled out a book. Black book with one-eyed black cat. “Black Cat” by Edgar Alan Poe!?
It felt as if a swish of cold wind was caressing my spine which made it stand up straight. This woman! I saw her face that was engrossed in her book. Yes, it was him.
“That man, funny.” he said half muttered, though I could hear it quite clearly as if the conversation was only intended for both of us. “, a concept that allows human beings to give without demanding to be given. Concepts that they always glorified, which eventually even dropped their own value.”
“Means...?”
“Ah, this is the book I'm reading. Here is told a man loved his cat very much and ended up killing him cruelly. Funny isn't?”
“Funny?”
I think this woman's choice of words is not appropriate to describe the events she just told me about.
“If love is killed? Isn't that funny? The concept called love that they glorify instead makes them fall into a killer.”
“I don't really know about love.”
“I don't even understand about humans.”
The woman did not see me at all during the conversation, only focusing on her book without expression.
And he kept reading leaving silence in that conversation. Right now there are millions of questions I want to ask him, I even had time to skip to tail the woman who is beside me. But now, in this place it was as if he had managed to catch me who was unprepared. I didn't even have time to digest what and how this moment could happen, which I'm sure is no coincidence.
He read the rather thick little book with his right hand holding it while his left hand was holding the bag in his lap. The posture is very elegant, a posture that I think is perfect for being a fashion magazine model. And that face, I could only look at that expressionless face trying to find any clues that could explain who this person really was.
“Hei boy!”
Bo-wha? The first time someone called me this.
“Are you interested in me?”
What kind of question is that? How should I respond to such a question?
“Eh, ah.”
“Then can you please not look at me like that? Your parents never taught you manners huh?”
This guy sucks. Ever since she mentioned my parents, that's when I started hating her. Even so his expression remained cold as if nothing had happened.
The atmosphere became stiff on that bench. There's nobody but us here, I don't know how to start a conversation with this woman. In my head I was still processing the situation that was going on, where the woman I was trying to follow was right next to me. Yeah, I just need to ask the right questions. From there I will extract as much information from this woman as possible.
“Your name is Juno Welkin ‘kan?”
He knows my name!?
“This is an interesting book, I highly recommend it. You can grab this book in the library tomorrow, it feels like tonight I can finish it.”
He said it while showing the library card in the book.
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