Love Me, Please
53. Beckham's Layers

"Sorry."

"I'm sorry."

We unwittingly made an apology simultaneously.

Beckham rubbed his nape, while I was still busy holding an ice pack. The burning sensation that previously existed due to the impact now turned into a biting feeling because of the cold of the rectangular object that I was sticking to the cheek.

"Gue–"

"Gue–"

It was unexpected that it happened again. After that we were both laughed at by the ridiculousness of our attitude.

"Lo first, deh," asked Beck in Kalakian, after I let go.

"Wow. Really?" I suddenly put on a surprised look. "Who would have thought you'd have a manner too, huh?"

The guy who was still there was only raising his shoulders. One corner of his lips was lifted, this time by a wry smile. Gone was the loose laughter that made his face relax for a moment. Dang, feelings of regret immediately gnawed at the heart when he realized this. "It's not about manner, anyway. More to ...." Fia was weighing the choice of words she would use. "Gue give you a chance to apologize to me first because you are wrong. So? It's just a matter of the actual sequence of events, actually."

I should have known. "Damn lo!" I kept the ice pack away for a few seconds before re-attaching it to the part of my cheek that was still sharp. "I lost my wish to apologize earlier. Seriously, yes, Beck. You really know, don't you?"

"Yes, huh?" he doesn't care. Returned my question with a question.

"Well, that's an example." I didn't hesitate to point at her face with the tip of my left index finger.

Again this fucking Beckham just shrugged his shoulders. While twirling the chair to the right and to the left, he again responded. "Don't know. No one has ever protested the same way I did before. Just lo doang."

I snatched the opportunity to lace up the song boy in front of me. "That's because I'm the one who really talks to you, Songong. Which other one ever? Every time you are busy with yourself, the ears are gagged with airPods, the road is in a hurry, the face of the plate is like no emotion. Once it's broken, uh, even out of your mouth it's a thorn. How do people want to protest try?"

His eyes were staring straight at me. Seriously. "That, huh? Hm."

He really had no idea what was going on around him all along. He really did not understand what the consequences of his indifference were. This fact undeniably also makes me worried. On the one hand I feel sorry for the coeok who is already mature in the eyes of the law, has been able to take care of his own external needs, but if you look into him, Beckham still has a "difficulty". Yeph. I'm pretty sure there's still a boy who wants to be protected, to be cared for, for, to be loved beneath that hard exterior and doesn't give a fxck attitude he puts on all this time.

"Ah, stop! I talked at length and also your response was doang. It's a big hobby, lo ham-hem, ham-hem. It's not clear." Well. Although little by little I understood who Beck was, it was hard to change my attitude towards the young man. He always ignited my emotions easily.

Kalakian silence enveloped as he seemed to consider what I was saying.

Already feeling quite numb, I threw the ice pack in my hand onto the bed. "Eh, by the way, why are you here?"

Beckham stopped the movement of the chair that he had been circling by implanting his foot on the floor. "Can, we want to study together" he replied lightly.

Both of my eyebrows slowly but surely climbed the forehead. "Really?" I made sure to go back. "So if I don't remember wrongly, yesterday you didn't want to deal with me again. Plus my chat is just in-read doang."

He leaned his head against the seat support behind him and then he exhaled a long breath. "Yeah," the Genius Youth sighed wistfully. "On that."

About it. Yeah, what about it? In silence kunanti continued his sentence. Curious about the explanation that's going out of Beck's mouth.

"Lo's right" he said after some time had passed.

Welcome to the club, Beckham Lee Pierce.

"Sorry" I whispered wholeheartedly. Anyway, I hope something like abandonment and not being listened to does not happen to others. But that's not how the world works, is it?

He raised his shoulders again. "Well, I too."

The atmosphere repeatedly silenced. This time, it felt heavier. Solid by the questions hanging on the ceiling. What the hell's going on? Who did that to him?

And his friends are similar.

But I didn't say. Getting answers from him means having to give answers to the questions that are in Beck's head as well.

And that's not gonna happen. Not today.

Or, forever. If I had a choice.

For the sake of finding a reason to fill the void and so as not to look wrong with the awkwardness that exists, my attention returned to the instant ice pack that I threw carelessly. I moved the package that had soiled the bed cover onto the nightstand.

"I think I know how to learn right for you." Beck's voice breaks down in silence after a number of periods.

"Did?" my words don't understand. My focus was more on the surface of the mattress that I was looking at as he spoke for a while. "Where, how? What did you just say?"

"Beautiful-beautiful budek lo," scorned Beck. The words he spoke now no longer had any bites at all.

"Guus!" Suddenly Mrs. Crane's in my room. "Son Beckham can't say that! Especially the same woman. It should be more polite to be a man."

Hearing the reprimand of the middle-aged woman who was putting the tray containing food and drinks on the study table, Beck immediately fixed the position. Now his back was straight, his body was sprightly like a statue. "S-so–, uh, ma–maaf, Bi," he said with a wave.

Oh, my Gosh! I struggled to make my laughter worse by pretending to have a cough. Beckham, knowing this, sent me a warning that I didn't heed. It's really funny to find him behaving like he does now in front of Mrs. Cranes. Added with Mrs. Crane is not reluctant to reprimand the guy who is now dead ticks.

"This, Non, is Auntie ready. Please eaten. I accidentally gave you salad and fruit too. Spent, yes." Mrs. Crane said as he turned to look at me.

"Yes, Bi. Thanks, yes." I filled my thanks with a sweet, sincere smile.

"Together, Non. Yeah, already. You guys continue learning. But, Nak Beckham remembered Aunt's message, yes. I can't be so tough with girls. Especially if the girl is Non Niki. Just be careful if Bibi can hear another sentence like that." He said that while pointing a fists full of wrinkles towards Beck's face that was still sitting upright.

The Kunyuk could only answer him with a stiff nod once.

"Then, Auntie, excuse me."

After Mrs' body. Crane was no longer visible from the open door, so Beck breathed a sigh of relief.

"Why, anyway, you're so tense with Mrs. Crane?" I can't help but be curious about this one.

Beck once again looked towards the door. "Look at my maid so remember abuelita, my grandmother from a nyokap family. The last person who really cared about me. He died a few years ago."

To be continued ....