Love Me, Please
25. Miracle does Happened in Rockefeller

Ah, lady.

Eventually sympathy struck the heart. He really seems uncomfortable to be here and in this kind of condition. "Okay, I'm sorry you. Thanks," welcome me with three-quarters of a heart.

Yeah, 'cause I don't really mean it, but it's also more than just not. That's how.

Relief completely changed his body language. He was no longer "shaking". No hands held up by pants. His dehumanization was instantly gone. "So, I mean here that I want to help you learn. I've heard about your membership in the cheerleading team being revoked because of these subjects."

Beckham cleared his throat again, for the one hundred and twenty-eight times. Mabe. "Gue thinks it's a bit unfair, but it's good too. You can focus more on your value." He continued in kalakian. "If the development you achieve in the near future is good, maybe you can persuade Mrs. Lekovich and Miss Valencia to talk to the vice principal again. Who knows if he is satisfied and can return to the team. How's it?"

Hm. Well, well, well.

It also has a head. Not only did it turn out.

What just came out of Beckham's mouth sounds really interesting actually. However, that doesn't mean I have to say the same thing to this Songong guy, yeah, 'cause, hello. He got that nickname too because there was a reason to know!

"Gue knows that you also think my idea is good" he explained when I did not respond to his offer.

"Udah cocky, you know what else." Don't you? Did I say.

He shrugged his shoulders. "Gue don't think there's any harm in being arrogant while I can. And what's the name still pretentious if I really know the truth?"

Idiho! What a real freaking snob. "Basic! Arrogant it still can not let the word lo can also. One day you will need someone else's help. Boasted back to know your taste!"

The mood was silent again. It's obvious he's been watching my words just now. On his forehead two wrinkles appeared. Seeing him made me consider what I had said.

I took a deep breath when I realized that what I was talking about was not only true for him, but also for me. If I'm too arrogant to accept a helping hand from this snobbish, pretentious fellow, it means we'll both end up the same. After all, in this situation, I would be the one with more losses.

Because even if the dagger is half dead, the idea is really worth fighting for.

"Okay, if so. Thanks for helping me. But I can't learn now. Less feeling well." I'm quibbling. I rubbed my palms along the skin of my open arms, like I was feeling cold and wanted warmth.

He looked at me slowly, then shook his head before accepting the excuse I admitted smelled bad enough to smell his bullshxt. I saw the left corner of his lips pulled slightly upwards. "Hm, alright then," he concluded as he watched me. "But, I think it's good that this book you hold first. Maybe later you can start reading if it's a bit quiet. Monday we start learning. Deal?"

"Oh, okay." The book that was the reason for the previous debate also changed hands. "Deal." Now it's my turn to be a little misbehaved. Why does he see me like that?

"When you study on the bus again, you have no problem, right?"

The question was to make my book stand up. I groan. "No, no, no!" reject me with fire. "Don't want me. Find another place. I feel I have been banned from going there. I couldn't stay in that place for long either. Not free. There was a guenya who went crazy. Do you want responsibility?"

Shucks! Just now this Songong smiled? Two more times. Well, it turns out he can smile too, yeah.

"Yes, deh. If so, find the place. I don't have time to take responsibility for things I don't do, either,"

he said as he shrugged his shoulders again, pretending nothing had happened.

"Heleh," scorned me. I then turned the eyeballs.

After that, we both fell silent.

He cleared his throat again. "Well, I'll go back first. See you on Monday," she said before waving clumsily and turning around. And after a few steps then get into the black Jaguar SUV.

I looked at the car, trailing it over the driveway casa de Levine before taking a right turn and crossing Chalon Road until the distance completely swallowed it. It felt like the incident just now made little sense considering our interactions were arguably chaotic at previous meetings. And today, I became a living witness to the ability to communicate the man who had been named Songong.

I'm shaking.

My day has gotten more complicated as it passes. Now in my mind swirling question marks as big as a football field. Wh why? Why would he let the children label him with that name?

He is like any other human being; he has emotions. Could feel. What exactly is he doing? If in fact he is not that bad, why should he hide behind a mask of flat expression and his rash steps at school? His cold tone, his late conversation to the point?

Or, were we wrong? These other people who didn't want to see him closer? Deciding to judge him before actually giving him a chance to open up? Drowning in our own ignorance?

Uh, shxt.

I slammed the door after realizing it. Damn, really fucking. Judgment without reason and speculation must be eradicated from the face of the earth. Pronto.

Mrs Call. Crane blew away the analysis I was processing in my mind. "Non, what's lunch? Aunty made a tuna sandwich, huh?"

Hearing the name of one of my favorite menus this stomach then rumbles. I forgot to skip breakfast. "Can, deh, Bi. Please take her to the room, yes. All the lemon tea is cold. There's still, right?"

Mrs. Crane opened one of the four doors in the refrigerator to check the availability of the drink I asked. "Ready, Non. There's still. Two things, huh? Later Aunt will take you to her room Non."

"Well, what's two?" my timpalku is a little confused. "One time, Bi."

Now replace that woman who looks doubtful. "The theme's not built either, Non?"

To be continued ....