Love Me, Please
41. Male Language

"Why did he meet there, anyway, Yang?" gerundel Kayden when he turned the steering wheel so that the car he was driving turned left.

"Do not know, Yang. He just sent me the name of this park, don't use the reason why he chose this place." I answered from the passenger seat next to the driver while giving a glance towards the places outside the window.

"What the fuck try? To study, really, in the park."

"Yes," I rebuked. I breath slowly. I understand what Kayden means. I understand where the frustration comes from. However, I could do nothing about that feeling other than convince him that this was just a learning meeting, not something else personal.

He groans. "Yes, yeah. I'm, right, just a doang, yang."

I can't bear to not insinuate him. "Maybe because the park is wider. If you want to fight, you don't have to look elsewhere anymore. Roll on the grass."

"Currently, the fight over there that was arrested by my police, Yang. Because of the riots in public places," he said. However, I could hear a smile between his words.

"Well, that knows."

The car cabin was then shrouded in silence as Kayden stepped on the brakes and the car stopped at one of the city park's parking spots.

"Yes, you promised." I warned my lover who was glaring at Beckham who was already sitting on one of the benches located under the tree.

"Fxck." She rubbed her hair in frustration. He really couldn't help himself with anything to do with that guy out there.

And I really can't do anything. "Please, honey." The only option left is to plead.

Kay's broad shoulders seemed to be up and down to coincide with her long breath. Arkian, after several breaths, began to nod his head.

"Thank you." I squeezed his hand before he got out of the car.

Beckham's eyebrows were already high on his forehead as we approached. "Marr ...."

I felt Kayden hold his hand in my hand. Goddamnit! I didn't let him finish whatever he wanted to say. "Shut it, Beck. Don't start again, you!"

The Trouble Seeker raises both hands of surrender without the slightest bit of guilt.

I turned to face Kay when we were on the bench Beckham was on. "OKAY. Thanks, Yang. You walk there again. It's late."

"If there's anything directly call me, yes." Kay told me as she leaned towards my back. To whom else if not to what he said the Fuck bin Songong bin Belagu.

"You, right, don't have HP." I tried to distract him by acting pilon.

"Yes, same who, cake. Who can tell me directly." Kay insists.

My eyeball automatically rotates inside its sockets. "Yes, yeah. Onion. No need to time. I'll be fine."

"I hope so." Again Kay responded to my words without actually seeing the interlocutor.

"I know so." And once again I squeezed his hand to distract Kayden back to me. "Yes, go there. Careful, yeah." I remember when those beautiful eyes met mine.

"okay, deh. I'll pick you up later, yeah. I love you, darling. See you later." Kalakian Kayden pulled me until our bodies collided. Without missing the momentum, he kissed me, deep. Without ever failing to take me drifting in the sensations it creates.

If not for rioting, surely we will be detained by the police for indecent acts in public spaces.

Until a rather harsh dehumanization made me realize from Kay's lip magic. Makes me feel that he did it on purpose to show his claim to me.

He would be angry, but he was right. He is the one who has everything. However, I still don't think it needs to be done. Even so, what do I know? Men obviously have their own language.

Basic male.

"I love you, baby. See you soon."

"Lo don't feel constrained by continuing to be just as possessive, aggressive, and overprotective as you?"

I put the bag on the table and looked up. "What do you mean?"

He shrugged his shoulder grimly. "Sir, just nanya. I just look at it, really, feel so tight, yeah. Lonya didn't?"

Don't tell me that Beckham Lee Pierce is looking for more. "Yes, it's not. Why do I feel that too? You know what it's like to have a girlfriend. Never been in a relationship, have you, lo?"

"Cih, why?" The genius guy in front of me put on a look. One corner of the lip was very slanted. "Dating is a waste of time. Every second of my life is too precious to be missed with such things. Attention to others, think of him, take care of him. Beuh, ribet!" cerocosnya while fixing the location of the glasses that sag using the middle finger.

Middle finger, ladies and gentlemen.

"Be careful when you hack. Because karma just found out how you feel!" It's not the intention of swearing at her, really. I'm just warning you, as a friend.

Yeph. Even if we could say friends now.

Again he lifted his medium-sized shoulder indifferently. "Gue doesn't know anyone whose name is karma."

This is the son of his arrogant attitude is ingrained, O Lord. It seems he can't be saved.

I shook my head, not intending to serve si— who with a heavy heart I admit really fits with his nickname this—Songong. Crack up the conversation tree. "So why would you waste your precious time teaching me? What's in it for you?"

"Hm. What, huh?" He looks worried. "In retrospect, there was no point either," his break in the end, as if saying such a thing in front of the face of the person he helped was trivial.

Maybe it was true for him, but not for me. "Nyebelin! Xsholes." Soar an eraser that managed to land quite hard on the forehead of the man who after thinking had a thought worthy of being nicknamed belagu.

"Ouch!"

Not a reed of my satisfaction. "Thankiratin!"

Beckham picked up the black rubber from the ground and blew it several times to make the sand fly before putting it back on the table. "Gue also doesn't understand why. Maybe it's because of my conscience there's still times, huh?"

I'm sighing. Trying to come to terms with the fact that Beck's mouth is more dangerous than even the most dangerous pack of animals in the world, he's still someone. I reluctantly swallowed the ridicule that had been on the tip of the tongue and exchanged it for earnest commentary from within. "Of course you have feelings. Who said no? Lo, right, human too."

"Lo asks who said it? Okay. Let me remember. Ah, the school boy?" bargain Beck—again—with stupid time.

"So you know?" I'm ascertaining.

"Know what?" sahut again. He now plays the black eraser rubber; turns it, rolls it, knocks it. "Know that I'm nicknamed songong?"

I nodded once.

"Yes, you know. I, right, have ears."

A bad taste immediately approached. "Sorry," I asked sincerely. Quietly intended to represent all the Rockefeller High students who had met him.

"Well you're sorry?"

I felt cornered by that innocent question until I was wronged. "Ng, because .... Because .... That, um ...."

"Udahlah." Beck said as he threw the rectangular black rubber into the air before catching it. "Gue also does not want to bother. It is up to people to comment on what. I don't care. Like I said, it's a waste of time."

A conclusion begins to form in the mind. Presumably indifference has become the factory setting of a Beckham. "Why?" my search.

To be continued ....