Crazy Baby's
Best Couple? - Short Story
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Waitaminute! Don't look at me like that?!
Please please!
Don't be afraid of me.
Re—!
DEG!
Josan gasped, his eyelids spontaneously opening.
"Hosh! Hosh!" there was the roar of irregular breaths, cold sweat falling down. Her chest feels tight—what did she just dream of?
Those beautiful flowers are horrible. Cold and empty too.
"Who? Who're you?" hiss Josan was unhappy as he got up from his sleeping position. The man wiped the mane of hair with between fingers, he bellowed in annoyance. There are some of the forgotten pieces of memory, I don't know what it is—the more remembered the more painful it feels.
Who is this sad woman who always looks scared? Why does his face feel familiar yet unfamiliar at one time.
On the other hand Josan seemed to miss, despite not knowing who it was.
It feels excruciating to lose some of the memory that could have been important. But what is the power of rice has become porridge, the accident that befell Josan took everything.
Including—who he is.
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In this bright morning, Josan returned to work as usual. Although the capital he has is the son of a company CEO but does not cover the fact that he still has nothing but a name.
All of that wealth obviously had his parents.
"Hah~"
It has been 3 years he is said to have memory problems, the simple term is amnesia.
She lives to be a completely new figure—unlike before. Yes, there may be some who take revenge on the man even though Josan does not know where his fault lies.
How bastardy was he first?
Until people in the past branded her bad, including the woman.
She cried and was terrified as if she was hurt the most, would Josan ever hurt? Until the person is traumatized. I don't know—ini is the worst garbage Josan can think of.
Free to explore the past, no one really knows.
"What's? Business travel?" para Josan did not believe it. Maybe his father was really crazy, Josan looked tired. He threw hard the body of the seat, just returned from the office of the father but was asked for help in order to replace the old man on a business trip.
Where was? A small town on the coast?
What subsidiary is there until his father is willing to make an appointment there. Can't even be undone, damn it. Josan even hit it. Want to not have to travel. Let's look at what this small company has.
This is called high expectations but instead slapped by reality. Nothing good, still too common like any other company in the city center. Their buildings, employees, and progress are too mediocre.
What did his father see? This is troublesome, several visits to make Josan sick and bored.
Yes, although there are a few interesting things, in recent times he has crossed paths with one of the employees who work at the company, his face feels familiar even though they do not seem to know each other.
"He was quite popular as it turned out," muttered Josan from a distance when again Davian was attacked by women. If the name is not wrong Layla, in recent days the woman must have waited for Davian outside the company and then struggled spoiled when her eye bead had found the man of dreams. Haha, Josan laughs at Davian's suffering. His face was really tortured. But this time it might be a little different when another foreign woman comes up with a jealous face.
Whoa! They suddenly quarrel. The foreigner with Layla.
Haha! This is funny, although Davian seems to be more on the side of the foreign woman. Is it possible that her lover? Josan wanted to know why he treated her like a queen.
"Gee!" The fight was won by Davian, although more precisely the man who carried the lover forced to stay away from Layla.
Poor lady, she commented to Layla. Already lost the fight and left alone with a messy look.
Josan threw his cup into the trash. There was no more interest in him, but Layla's screams stopped him.
"No he's not Reva! It's same?! Jala*ng bullies!"
Josan's eyebrows lifted.
Reva?
It looks like Davian is a really famous figure among women, as evidenced by the many people who try to fight for him in order to get into the arms. If only Josan so, but he is quite handsome just because the past alone so many holes in the form of big question marks on his head.
"Hah~"
Layla approached, unconsciously standing beside Josan. This makes the man nervous not a bitch, usually he just moves as a spectator— did not expect to be visited by the player.
Ignore it! Ignore it! Inner Josan throw away face. Currently waiting across the road. He hopes the lights quickly become green in order to cross without having to be scattered with the density of vehicles on this sunny day.
But either just a feeling or how, Josan felt that his figure was being stared at by someone. Cold sweat, shit. Josan was really agitated for no apparent reason; moreover the hazel bead was wiping him deep.
"Your cravings are locked" Layla said, tapping Josan's body. What did that woman say? Is that sentence addressed to him?
"Or rather be forced? That's so cute, can't be yourself."
Wait, what's that undervalue?
Josan's eyes are spoiled, the color of the lights has become green. What Layla said actually pierced the recesses of her heart, as if she knew what was going on with Josan's memory.
Some people moved forward; crossing the other side of the road included Layla. Unlike the case with Josan who was frozen in place, he stared inside with a bead so sharp.
The woman's back—until it disappears from a distance.
A small part of the sanity of speech; arrest the woman if you want to know what she means.
Without the cue Josan suddenly ran fast, overtaking among the pedestrians until Layla's swaying mane of hair was seen, the look of his face was still the same. The man subconsciously raised his hand until he grabbed Layla's figure violently.
"Aragh!"
There was an unhappy ringing and their views intersected.
Perhaps no one knew but it seemed like a new arrow was being fired by the goddess of love with her candlestick intentions.
"Hey! Fucking release?!" layla grumbled annoyed.
But the hand that grabbed the head won't come off. Josan approached, whispering in the earlobe to be able to make people bristle.
"Because of you."
I don't know what that means that the look on the face looks a little scary.
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^^^The fate meeting between the 2 lunatics.^^^
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