Oh My Cecunguk
misunderstand

Alan walked closer. His gaze was sharp, stabbing me. "Oh yes ... What do you know about me?"

I looked back at him sharply. This time I don't want to lose to him. I don't feel afraid of him at all. The sky is getting brighter. People will soon be out of the house. Begin each other's routines. This man in front of me can't mess with me if there are many pairs of eyes that see.

"You and your friends are assholes. Like to annoy others, rob others of their property, eat in other people's stores without paying!" My chest rumbled with my overflowing emotions. Recalling every crime Alan and some of his friends committed that happened before my eyes.

"Now you can't dodge anymore. What I said just now was true, right" I asked as Alan fell silent.

The man in front of me nodded slowly. His gaze softened. "No. That's not true at all, Alea. You misunderstood me and my friends. We're not as bad as you think we are" he argued.

"Misunderstand what you said?" I smiled mockingly.

"Obviously I saw it with my own eyes, Al. How the treatment of your friends who gang up and beat others to pieces. Then took his wallet after

That guy is helpless. You still say it's a misunderstanding?"

Alan was stupefied, making his shoulders shake. Why is he laughing? Is this man in front of me a mental disorder? My mind is in confusion over his reaction.

"Do you know-you're like a netizen" he said with a small laugh.

I was silent, not understanding what it meant.

"You and netizens alike always conclude alone when they see or hear something. You didn't examine the real incident first. You should know, what you see and what you hear doesn't necessarily correspond to what you think."

I can't help hearing his words. I understand what he said. But why would he equate me with netizens? Doesn't it have anything to do with the current situation?

Alan reached into his pants pocket. Get a cell phone out of there. Then press the button to turn it on. After that swipe and slide the screen hp several times. "Look at this," he said.

"This guy you're talking about, right?" tanyanya while presenting a photo from her cellphone.

I tilted my head slightly, staring at the photo Alan showed me. Photo of a thin man whose face is battered with a background like a police station.

"Isn't that the police station? Did he complain to the police about your actions?" my many.

"You're wrong again. He's not the one who complained to the police. But we reported it."

I looked up, looking at Alan's face. "Why did you report it? Isn't that what you're wrong?"

"I told you we're not as bad as you think we are. We didn't do anything wrong. You should know, the man in this picture is a thief and a pickpocket. There have been many victims. And I'm one of those victims. The man took my wallet. Unfortunately, he was discovered by one of my friends. The four friends chased him and caught him. When caught the copet it had fought back and tried to escape. That's why there was a fight last night," he explained.

I froze. There is no reason to dispute his words anymore. Because Alan has evidence.

"Then what about the incident at the stall near my office. Didn't you and your friends leave without paying for your food first?"

Alan was silent for a moment, seemingly remembering something.

"Ah that ... The owner and I know each other. We are like brothers. So when I eat at his place there's no need to pay" Alan said.

"If you don't believe me I can introduce you to the owner of the stall. You can ask him directly," he added.

I looked down, so embarrassed. It turns out that everything just misunderstood. I do condemn my own stupidity. Until unconsciously my hand knocked it on my own forehead. Stupid, stupid, stupid.

"Akhh," I cried as I unknowingly tapped my thumb bone on my own forehead quite hard.

"You okay?" ask Alan. His voice looked worried.

I rubbed my forehead. "I'm okay" I said. I dare to raise my face. A little bit to look at him.

"Are you serious?"

"What?" many confused.

"I'm sorry."

"Do I look like I'm kidding?" Even though Alan wasn't as bad as I thought he was, he's still a shitty guy.

"Why do you always get angry when you talk to me?"

"Who is angry? I'm not mad."

"Look, you raise your voice again. Isn't that a sign you're mad at me?"

"It's not angry but upset" I said, explaining.

"Why are you upset with me?"

Because you're a bitch!

"Are you done talking? I'm still sleepy, I want to sleep" I said. Choose to ignore the question.

"Why is it still sleepy this morning. Did you not sleep last night?"

I haven't answered the man in front of me yet. "Ah I almost forgot, last night you and your boyfriend slept together," he said with a smile. Like a madman.

"How many rounds did you guys do?" ask her again with a seductive smile. "Ahhhh must be more than once because he doesn't let you sleep all night."

You perverted, crazy man!

"Stop that perverted brain of yours, Al. I'm not who you think I am. Even though Kevin and I slept together, we didn't do anything" I said, explaining. Trying to stop his wild thoughts.

Alan nodded his head. "alright. I trust you, you're just sleeping together" he said. But his expression did not seem to be in line with his words. The man licked his lips, holding back a laugh. Then walk up the stairs.

I followed him, climbing the stairs to the second floor.

"You don't believe me?" I asked when I saw him still smiling, as if mocking me.

"Didn't I answer that. Why do you ask the same question twice, Alea."

"But why are you still so smiling like that?"

"What if I smile like this? Can't I do it?" he asked, looking back, looking at me.

I let out a breath. "Allow what you say Al. Just do whatever you want" I said, giving up. Bodo with what he thinks of me. I pat her body that stood in my way. Then walk ahead of him. After that rushed into the room and dropped my body into the bed.

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