Holy Marriage
Flat Face
Alan stepped forward, Anna backed off. Alan's movements were so fast, that when Anna had turned back to flee, the firm hand was already grasping Anna's hand.
Damnit damnit! Got me! Anna deg-degan's.
“Log in!” Alan pulled Anna's hand.
Of course Anna is dragged along with Alan's hand, Alan's energy is much stronger than Anna's even though the girl is struggling to escape.
Geez, Alan wants to talk dinner, what do you want to be more fighting anyway? How about, gini? Anna was panicking.
Alan was much more frantic at the thought of his already-fungal extended family waiting for his presence at home. He had to act like that.
“Leasin! Or I scream kidnapper!” threatening Anna managed to make Alan turn his head and look at Anna even more furious.
“I'm your future husband, not to kidnap you.”
“But I don't want to come with you. Anyway don't want to! I'm actually shouting if you don't want to let go.”
Spontaneous Alan took off Anna's hand. Anna's words make Alan feel threatened, a good name at stake. His image could be damaged if Anna actually carried out her threat. Alan's white face instantly flushed.
Anna rubbed her wrists reddened, Alan's hand grip was too strong to cause pain to spread across her tiny wrist. Anna looked at Alan who was looking at her very sharply.
Then Anna lowered her head, then turned around and left. Never mind, Anna wants to go home. He walked on the sidewalk. The night wind was cold caressing her calves, her arms, as well as her face. His skin bristled feeling a chill creeping all over his body.
Anna's footsteps swallowed as she felt something odd, like someone was following her. He accelerated, but the steps behind him also grew faster.
Wretch! What if the one who stalked him was a street thug? Can be a peach if he's anuin. He stepped even faster, but the big hand had already grabbed his shoulder first, making him nimbly raise his hand and punch in any direction. Right on target, the stick hit the stalker's nose.
“Mas Alan?” anna's scream was half shocked to see Alan's nostrils bleed.
***
Anna cleans the blood on Alan's nose with a handkerchief, then compresses Alan's bruised nose with ice.
Alan rolled his eyes and now looked into Anna's round eyes, with Anna immediately turning her eyes away. Alan's dark eyes were not good to look at, Anna was always nervous and stubborn every time she met those eyes.
They are now sitting in a roadside garden chair.
“Why are you following me?” lirih Anna's.
“Can not compress it?”
Anna looks up. Surprised at the sight of the handkerchief-clad ice cubes it was not at what it should have been. It wasn't Alan's nose that Anna was pressing on with ice cubes, it was Alan's right eye.
“Sorry.” Anna returned the ice to its original place.
“I just want to ask you back to the car.”
“But I don't want to come with you.”
“Then why should you bother going?”
“I want to go home.”
“Should you go home alone?”
“I can do it myself.”
“Don't make me feel so bad in front of your father. In front of anyone, I don't want to look bad. Anna, I picked you up at home, didn't I? Then, by letting you go home alone, will I not be labeled as a irresponsible man?”
Anna folded her forehead looking at Alan's flat expression. Alan did not speak in an angry tone, but his face was always flat. Almost Anna could not guess what Alan was feeling, was she now angry, upset, resentful, relaxed, or upset?
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