Love Me, Please
43. Seuprit Demi Seuprit

"What did you say?" I turned around and challenged Beckham to repeat his words.

Of course he did what no one else really wanted him to do. "Lo was afraid," the young man was heartless. "Yes, right?"

The conspiracy that had reached the top of the head was now fruitful, crashing in all directions. "Don't you know!" my mouth knows no place.

"Gue doesn't know." He chimed in not assuming the feelings of the interlocutor. All he knows is to fight.

"If you don't know, what was her name just now, huh?"

"Disclosure of what really happened."

Growled. I was really angry at him. "Don't bother you, yeah!" my arms as I walked back in front of Beck who was still sitting. By laying down on the table, I leaned forward until our noses almost met. "Gue is not afraid. There's no story. What you're saying is it's just bullshit!" I said, half screaming, half whispering.

"Oh, really?" jeered.

"Yes," hissed.

He attacked my confession with a wrinkled nose. "No, I don't think so."

"What the fxck?" My eyes are full of disbelief. My body then stood straight because it was aghast at the stubbornness of the guy across the table. Wasn't he too good to refuse the answer I gave in a landslide?

"Come on, Nikita. I am honest with me. You don't have to pretend."

"Don't. Sox. Know it!" I put emphasis on every word. Somehow I'm still trying to make Beck understand that I don't want to talk about this.

"Gue knows, really. And I also know that now you're in a position not to accept reality."

Ah, nevermind. It's over the way. "Fxck you! Fuxck you! Fxck your bullshxts! Just. Fxck. You, The Almighty Mr. Know It All!" I'm wrathful.

"Hey," he scolded as he stood up.

The movement made me pull away so I wouldn't bend down again. However, still, I did not take off the black eyes that often trigger the discomfort. I'm sure the bright brown ball I have is no less dark because it's watered by the dark heat. With 170 centimeters, even I do not need to look up to block Dom's face which is only about five centimeters higher.

"No need to say that, dong! I'm, right, just stating my opinion only," he added rada was upset—better the feeling was there for himself because I knew I couldn't accept his annoyance anymore.

From now on he did not understand what I was carrying, but when he was struck just at the tip of a nail, it was like being shot. That's a fucking selfish guy! "Lo didn't hear what I just said?"

"Lo should have heard me" Beck said.

I groaned—not, roared, really roared so loudly I was angry with him who was folding his hands in front of his chest with arrogance. "Aaaargh! I don't want to hear anything else, okay? Keep all the nonsense in your brain for yourself. I don't care. Know lo?"

Beckham shakes. In the end he clucked. "Wherever your reaction makes me more sure that my theory is right."

"Oh?" One stuck jump. Still want to strain her neck veins apparently. "So that's your theory? If I'm scared. Huh yeah?" Kupelototti him. "Lo's wrong. Lo's satisfied?"

"The wrong thing for not wanting to say it."

"Lo know what? Ha?" I repeatedly pushed my body forward. Unable to shout, I vent the burning angkara with growls. "Go to hell, Beck! Join your friends in hell there, gih! Because no one cares about your opinion here."

Just the dark bead's emptying. Emotions that were originally there, died out. It was as if the words I had just put out went over the limit and caused the window curtain to Beckham's heart to close.

Suddenly ambience was low. Discomfort is attacking.

Beck is still antap. Counted the times we missed in silence before he said flat, bland. "Yeah, right. Lo's right." It was thought to be a grey backpack where he kept his MacBook. "Don't I know it," he muttered softly, barely caught hearing. However, I was still able to catch him, for some reason.

He passed by, without looking back at the broken stuff. Leaving the unexpected me feeling.

Did I speak wrong?

Fxck. How could this be?

I accompanied the black Jaguar with a view until it was invisible again after a right turn.

Instantly I realized that pairs of eyes in the garden were watching me full of questions.

God fucking.

I think I just revealed one more similarity between falling in love and infighting; both of them make participants forget the land.

For Chrissakes.

I'm subduing visions. I took out the equipment again and started acting up. Pretending that the incident just now is not something worth thinking about.

Falseness.

Goddamnit!

Although what is noticed by the eyes are numbers, but what is remembered is the romance that is plastered on his face.

Something is wrong. In my speech that made him bleach his eyes. In his life to the point that he could turn a blink of an eye.

What the hell is it?

****

I lost track of time. Kayden came over and threw his big body beside me.

Fortunately I remember developing a similar book did not happen anything big a few days ago.

"Hey, honey," he said, anchoring a kiss on my temple. "Cock you're alone? Where's the Kunyuk?"

My boyfriend is getting creative with his nickname.

"He went home first." I reasoned. Without taking into account one or two things, that's the reality, isn't it?

It is not that I am no longer alone with the Enemy of Bebuyutan, Kayden was even amazed. "Who? Why?"

Shameless, I put on my best innocent look. "Don't know. There's business he said." I added a little twitching on the shoulder to make it look more sure.

"Oh, okay."

I smiled then. I quickly looked up before Kay realized how her feet were the corners of my lips.

"Where's learning?" The shifting of the buttocks to the back of a number of intersections, meaning to focus his elbows on the table. His long legs are straight forward, leading to the garden behind me.

"Yes, that's it, deh. But, fortunately, there is already a sticky even if only a seuprit." I raised my right hand and formed a signal with my index finger and thumb.

Kayden immediately grabbed my hand and kissed it. "It's okay, Yang." He's convincing. "What's important is that you stay up, yes. For the team." Kalakian linked our fingers and held firmly.

"For the sake of the team," I said, squeezing his hand which was in check.

Put our hands down into the lap, now it should be left to lean on the table completely. "Kan, there's a saying that says–" He went down the lines in my palm. "Seuprit after seuprit long ago become seuprit-uprit."

I looked at him strangely. "What?" ask me to ask for confirmation, I was afraid I was wrong. "What did you just say?"

The edges of Kayden's lips twitched, betraying his efforts to defend his face in earnest. He held up that tight broad shoulder.

As strong as my energy swallowed the gelak that was about to spread. Instead, I turned the eyeballs. "Okay, I'll let this one pass. It's a potato, Yang. Seriously."

To be continued ....