Love Me, Please
37. Please, Stop

From the corner of my eyes I caught the attention of some people who were fixed on us. "Damn it!" I clenched with clenched teeth.

The one sworn did not listen. "Most sugars also make you hyperactive and experience mood swings. Sounds familiar not in your ear, huh?"

"Emang really fucking lo!" I cursed her behind my teeth.

"Well, you know I'm right." He was still looking for things without caring about the curious view from around.

"What?"

"I'll do it, Niki."

Kuremas Struk who was still in his grasp firmly, so that my fist was shaking. "Shut that trap door up, yeah, Beck. I'm here to learn. And we better start studying. The ka. Rang!"

He shook his head again. I can't imagine how tired that shitty neck will be. Judging from the frequency of the trousers he had done in the first thirty minutes of this meeting, it seemed like he would need special treatment. "Whatever," he said briefly.

What. The. Fxck. Ever. Indeed.

Kuseruput one of the choices in the menu secret recipes owned by the coffee shop with the largest network around the world with pleasure that I deliberately exaggerated. Without caring about the meloyan gaze that is perfectly—not too—hiddenly directed Beckham on my drink.

Bodo is just like this shit. He wanted to say whatever I wouldn't mind. Anyway look at it, tuh, the drink. Bittersweet, just like his sense of humor. It's cloudy, like the color of his soul. It was the same drink that drank.

Yeah, yeah, yeah.

Almost the gelak gushed out of the mouth, but thank God I could melt with a cough.

"Don't like sweet things. Sprain, right, lo."

"Don't comment, though. Quiet."

We were finally able to start what should have been done since then.

Five, ten minutes in advance, things are still safe. I was still able to focus my attention on Beckham's voice and hand gestures. But, more than that?

Something felt running through this body, making it eager to move; doing something else. His voice gradually faded ....

Uh, there's a couple of customers who are drinking with their photos. Uwuuu, looks really happy. So remember Kayden, deh. Hm. He's still training for sure.

Geez, that's the pants that girls wear that again line up in front of the vows for what super duper cool abis! Buy where, huh? I'll have to search later at the online store.

Wow, another golden moment, loh! The sunlight is right for taking photos. Ouch, ouch, aa—

The wretched wits instantly came back here after catching the gloom of my tutor. "OKAY. I am clearly clear. Make a practice, try to do two of these problems first. Abis we continue again. Back from the bathroom I checked."

Uh-oh. "Okay." I answered that whole. My eyes rounded after seeing what was written on the paper. Soon, however, relief enveloped him.

If the function (f) x is equal to ....

Uh. This is, anyway, gampil.

Not to mention Beck came back from the bathroom, I finished those things.

Heh. Gini doang, mah, I definitely can. I clapped my hands and blew it. Don't forget I pulled the top of my own nose. In my mind.

"Udah finished?"

Beckham was silent for a moment before netting a stifled "what the fxck. "What the fxck is this, Nikita?" repeated again. He did not hold back his voice and emotions this time.

"What?" I asked back, not understanding. "That's the answer, right? Wh why? You're surprised I can answer?" A satisfied grin rose from these lips.

"Gue was surprised you still couldn't answer!" his bluff while emphasizing the word still.

I'm wondering more and more. Uh, what? "You mean?"

"Two questions, Nikita, just two basic calculus questions and you've answered both of them wrongly!" spray Beckham with a savage. He pressed his index finger tips on those matters. As I glanced at it, I was worried that he would break his finger if he kept pressing the paper firmly.

"What?" Now it was my turn to half-scream half-whisper. "You sure? You're wrong times, not me. Check it really, deh. Try again."

Beck snorted loudly, beating the breath of the bull who was preparing to pounce on the matador who was toying with him with a piece of red cloth. Close both eyes. For a second, two seconds Kalakian, exhaled a long breath with a little more soft. But not that much either. "here," he ordered. Beck's voice was still stiff and filled with vexation.

I suddenly shuffled to the edge of the chair.

"Gue tell me how to solve this problem." He took the exercise book, turned it over to a new blank sheet, then wrote down the same question. "Lo eyes come here, Nikita! Do not even pay attention to others. We're here to learn, yeah. Not for people-watch," he scolded as he lowered his head, working on the numbers. "Focus on the job, will you?"

I shudder. How did he know I was watching people?

"Don't ask me why I know what you're doing. I'm guessing."

Buset. Can he read minds now?

"Now, try you want my answer to be the same joke you wrote it!"

Furious, I followed his words. I know he's right, but still that doesn't mean he can say hurtful things at will, does it? The mind continues to grumble as the brain digests what is seen by the eye.

Hm. He makes these annoying numbers sound and look very easy. Why am I still unable to finish it? Am I really that stupid?

Uncertainty from moment to moment begins to pollute the mind. Followed by his other group. Anxiety; fear; despair combined, reigning in the arc.

"Hey." I felt a touch of hesitation in my hand that had involuntarily trembled.

"What the fxck? Lo apain my girl, ha?!"

****

Like a machine that works on autopilot, the system in my brain changes as soon as the sound waves reach the ears. Like there is a switch, suddenly the hustle and bustle that previously about self-immunity turned into another hoopla.

Don't make Kayden think! Act like everything is fine, now! Don't get into trouble for him anymore!

"What the fxck? What do you do, you motherfxcker? Tell me! Fxcking tell me!"

While I was trying to master the expression and calm the nafsi, Kay was already clutching Beck's collar. Terma realized the crunch of the situation my eyes rounded. Oh, shxt. No. "Which, stop!" I pulled his hand with all my might. The veins are increasingly poking on the burly arm that is contracting.

As before, Kayden was too soluble in his emotions to the point of being indifferent to the surroundings. "Gue gave you a warning, yes, but still you want to find the same problem me. You piece of shxt!" hardiknya with red face extinguished.

"Yes! Kay, Kayden! Kay, please, stop."

To be continued ....