Love For My Sad Boy
Chapters 37. Ready to be hated

The two eyes opened, blinked, and invaded the surrounding room. Although he already knew where he was, the twin netra continued down every corner of the room. To make sure that he was alone in the room.

He wondered where the owner of the house was going. Why has not returned so far, even though the departure was long enough. Didn't the man think of him who might be starving, alone. He can't stay asleep. Although the state of his head still feels a little dizzy, but both eyes already feel sore. He can't go back to sleep.

So, all he did was stare at the ceiling of the room and unfortunately the bad events some time ago just twisted in his head like a broken cassette.

The worst thing he had to do. He regretted why that night he accepted Dea's invitation to go with him. Maybe if it doesn't go, it won't end like this. His future is on the verge of collapse, his body is no longer holy, his family has the potential to hate him, let alone his friends. Maybe they'll look at him with disgust.

Tears just dripped thinking of his unfortunate fate. Why would Arkan do that to him? He was already being nice to the man. Or is Arkan obsessed with his body? If so, why would you let yourself live? Just kill him! His body is preserved and can be set*buhi by him at any time. It would be better for him than to still be left alive. What is life for but hated by people. Life is free because the future is ruined. There was no longer the purpose of life he had dreamed of. Now, everything's ruined, extinct, gone, overnight.

That's as easy as Arkan taking everything from him. His honor, which he always took good care of. His precious crown, which he thought was highly prized by Arkan. But it turns out he misjudged. Arkan is not that good. That's just a cover. To feel comfortable around him, without suspicion.

Why is the luck so bad? After it was decided that the lover who immediately got hooked again, early in the morning he even found himself sleeping with another man. With no clothing, the whole body aches and there are many signs of redness. Collapsed were all the fortresses he had built a long time ago. Even since he was very young. How damn that guy is! The man who claimed to be his best friend, who had been protecting him greatly, although he could not get close to him because there was Faris the possessive.

Though he had idolized him because of his character that he felt cool. However, after this incident, he swore he would not admire her anymore! Why admire a brengs*k guy like him!

Silva turned his reclining position sideways and broke his cries. Tears raced through his petals. Wet the white pillow in an instant.

"Brengsw! Bajing*n! Wicked! You're the worst man, Arkan! I hate the same you! Why am I still alive? You should have killed me! I don't want to get rid of all this! They must hate me! Why!! Why am I still alive!!"

Silva cried and screamed hysterically even to the point of grabbing her hair hard to turn blue at the roots of her hair.

To do so, Arkan returns home. Running like a frenzy towards Silva who screamed hysterically like possessed. Without thinking twice, Arkan turned Silva's body around and lifted him closer then clenched him. Allowing his front body to be beaten by Silva who kept shouting and rebelling. Just this morning they woke up in unexpected circumstances.

At least Arkan did not loosen his hold. He let his sick body grow sore, letting Silva wet his shoulders with tears rushing down from the two beautiful beads he always adored. Arrested as hard as anything, Arkan cried as well. Her heart really hurt to see the girl she so admired screwed up like this. He accused himself of being a suspect. It is he who wants to help. However, what power. It's better than Silva slumping himself knowing that the real culprit is a stranger.

A few minutes later, Arkan felt Silva was calmer. No longer rebelling in his arms. Only her crying had not subsided, although it was left as she pleased. Slowly but surely, Arkan rubbed Silva's back head gently. Channeling a sense of calm that he did not feel. Right now entrenched in his heart was a pain that seemed to pierce to the deepest part of him. Eager to reveal all the truth, but will never have the heart especially if it can make things worse Silva. Finally, all he could say was...

"Why.." murmured Silva who sounded very soft. "Why do you apologize as if you weren't guilty?"

There was no answer from Arkan, his rubbing in Silva's hair was still constant, undistracted by Silva's questions. However, his cries increasingly wanted to break.

"It's like you're the hero." Silva looked up at Arkan with both of his eyes wet and puffy. "Tell me, if you do! You're the one who fucked this up! You ruined and ruined my future! Lo who pantes I hate! Tell me, Ar, let's say it!" his roar with a cry that broke back. Both of his hands clenched, squeezing the strong shirt Arkan was wearing.

But Arkan was flirting. No movement at all. Just silently gazing in both Silva's netra which was laden with disappointment and fear.

"Why diem?! Let's say, Arkan!"

Boost. What Arkan does is shake slowly and then pull Silva back into his arms. Now, he drowned his face on Silva's shoulder and cried there.

"Gue can't, Va. I would love to feel brengs*k by the way. I am so sorry for what I say to you every time. I willingly every time say an apology even a thousand words sorry though, I can. But please, don't force me to confess to that depraved deed." Since it wasn't me who confessed, Arkan continued inwardly.

"Lo emang brengs! Lo pantes are called brengs*k! Bajing*n!" umpat Silva who was the opposite of his actions that even tightened his embrace on Arkan's body. Maybe he needs protection and feels safe in Arkan's warm embrace. As far as he knows, Arkan the brengs*knya, the perpetrator of all this.

"Yes, you can say I use all the harsh words, you can hit me all you want, and you can also hate me. But please don't leave me. I promise, I'll make up for all my mistakes with whatever you want. Even dead I would, as long as it can make you happy like first."

Silva was silent for a long time hearing Arkan's words. Who's really wrong here? Why did the figure who was so brengs*k that night, suddenly change as well as this now? Silva is confused, really. He felt guilty if he did not let Arkan near him.

"Gue hates you, Arkan, I hate!"

Along with that soft hiss, Arkan felt their embrace tighten even more. Also the movement of Silva who seemed to find a comfortable place in his grip. A smile rose on his lips. At least he knows that his whereabouts are desperately needed by Silva. Yes, he will remain in Silva's side. He will never leave even if he has to be hated at all times.

...Seriate......