Forced to Marry Om Om
22. Dinner's?
In the living room, Aoi and Makoto watch a television romance story of two high school teenagers.
Aoi ate her snacks voraciously, her favorite sushi.
"You if there's any similar story to me huh? If you don't want to be okay either," Makoto turned to look at Aoi who was seriously looking at the television.
"Why can't a guy use logic? Why should it be a feeling?" aoi asked worriedly, Ryuji could not think of how she felt when Nakura managed to invite Ryuji back then.
"Maybe he wants a new and different one. All men are not the same Aoi. Some choose feelings because they are unwilling or pitying. There are also those who use logic because he thinks coming back or leaving is the best option," explained Makoto wisely. Although he is not an expert in love, but he understands how someone thinks.
Aoi riveted. Is it really like that?
"Keep if you?"
"What?" makoto asked confused.
"Wear what? Feelings or logic?" because Aoi doesn't want Makoto to be the same as Ryuji.
"If it's special for you, it's a feeling. But that doesn't mean I'm like your boyfriend. Is it not enough love?" all Makoto confide in how bitter the sweetness of love.
"Think yourself!" Aoi moved from her seat. His steps towards the room, the problem of love for a long time made him dizzy.
***
Ting!
Makoto downloaded a photo sent by Syougo.
Aoi's boyfriend was having dinner with a woman.
"Before anyone can spread this photo, at least I should first," Makoto took the car keys. He headed towards Aoi's room.
"Have you finished yet to learn?" Moto knocked on the door a few times.
"Why indeed?" sahut Aoi from within was upset.
"We eat out. A nice change of clothes. I wait," Makoto chose to sit on the sofa. Whether Aoi wants anything, she hopes Aoi will than the girl is hurt.
Inside the room, Aoi wears a stunning blue diamond dress. Aoi who saw herself in the mirror reflection was blown away.
Aoi went down the stairs like a royal princess. He saw Makoto wearing a black tuxedo. Why can't the man's charm be rejected by his eyes?
Makoto smiled seeing Aoi dress up pretty. Looks like the chick has a dinner instinct.
"Yuk my princess. We're dinner," Makoto took Aoi's hand. This is a couple of goals.
"Dinner where the hell is it?"
"Wagyu restaurants. Let's have dinner. Romantic, am I?"
Aoi let go of Makoto's hand. "What the hell? Don't be a bitch!"
At Wagyu restaurant, Syougo keeps a close eye on Ryuji's movements. It was fortunate that his current appearance looked mysterious with a black mask and jacket.
"Do you really like me?" ask Nakura to make sure. Ryuji could just make Aoi jealous.
Ryuji just kept quiet. 'I like Aoi. And I just need time to keep my distance from Aoi, Ryuji replied inwardly.
"Why don't you answer? Do you really like Aoi? And I'm the impingement?"
In the car, Makoto closes Aoi's eyes with a red cloth.
"Why should everything be closed? I can't see! Which brings me to the forest!" aoi protest chatty.
"Tell me what I said. This is our first dinner. So there should be a little surprise, "Makoto got out of the car, he grabbed Aoi's hand and clasped it
Aoi according. What a surprise Makoto prepared. Hope it's not weird.
Makoto chooses to sit on Ryuji's back, and Aoi has to face him in order to see Ryuji and the girl for real.
Makoto took off the blindfold.
"Well, now that the surprise is in sight," Makoto smiled happily, impatiently wanting to see how Aoi reacted when Ryuji was eating with another girl.
Aoi stared straight, especially her gaze directly focused on one point. Ryuji and Nakura?
"What do you mean bring me here?" aoi asked with her trembling voice. As strong as he did not cry, Ryuji was happy to see him hurt.
Ryuji who heard Aoi's voice turned to look at the girl. With Makoto? Why should that guy anyway?
"Darling? Bribe me dong," Nakura already understood that Aoi was here.
"I'm sorry, I just wanted you to know this first before I miss"
Aoi stood. "What?! Spread it out at school? Am I still the gossip material? Didn't think yes. Especially lo!" Aoi pointed at Ryuji with eyes full of hateful lightning.
Ryuji approached Aoi. He has to straighten all this out.
"Aoi's. Horrified me-"
"Necessary. Everything is clear. At first I didn't know why you were suddenly so funny. In the end, you go home with Nakura and eat together here. Don't you think about my feelings, huh?!"
"Aoi's. I'm still-"
"Please love Nakura? Or me?" sela Aoi fast. Can the heart be divided?
Visitors to the restaurant also notice Aoi and Ryuji.
"Surely someone will be the actor!"
"Cowok kayak is breaking up!"
"I'm just jealous of Aoi. Why are you always so close to Makoto? Am I not your boyfriend anymore?"
Aoi chuckled miris. Whahuh? A boyfriend?
"Keep Nakura what do you think? That simplean?" asked Aoi in a paltry tone.
Nakura who heard that did not accept either. He takes Ryuji's orange juice and douses it in Aoi's pretty dress.
"Ryuji never said that. Just so you know Aoi, me and her parents already know each other. So back off, don't pantes!"
Aoi retreated slowly. "Let's go home. I look at the faces of both of you!" Aoi stepped first. No matter what good dress is spilled by orange juice.
Makoto follows Aoi's steps.
***
Makoto takes Aoi to the amusement park, just sitting close to the windmill.
Aoi cried silently, Makoto could only give a warm hug.
"You know I never had to go out with Ryuji!" aoi's getting upset. Only Makoto could listen to his grievances.
"Eat it, if the guy's nyari sure aja. So it hurts yourself, right you?" Makoto rubbed Aoi's hair, the girl did not stop crying.
At the Wagyu restaurant, Ryuji left Nakura just like that.
"Darling! Don't stay with me! Wait!" Nakura runs after Ryuji, but the boy steps too fast until the ninja bike moves away.
"See my vengeance later," his heart was filled with disappointment. Ryuji left her alone. At first it was sweet, after getting bored of being thrown away.
***
Ryuji sat alone in his yard.
"What's my wrong way to hurt Aoi?"
"Why would Aoi cry?"
Ryuji's heart felt guilty.
"If Aoi is not close to Makoto. Maybe I won't be this jealous, '" Ryuji stared at the sky filled with beautiful star clusters.
***
See you -, see,