Oh My Cecunguk
Episode 51

"Hey ... Ale-Ale, wait for me."

I continued to step forward, ignoring Alan who kept tailing behind me. I just stopped as he pulled my arm and stood in front of me.

"What else?" i said, annoyed.

Alan smiled widely, as if he had no sin. "Are you angry?" tanyakanya.

You still ask me if I'm angry? Of course I was angry, even very angry. Until it feels like strangling your neck to death. I wanted to put it on like that but it's useless. My money won't come back even if I beat it to a pulp. Hu hu hu, my hundred million money, the only savings I have, is now gone. It's all because of that fucking Cecunguk. 'Don't worry Alea, I know the owner of this hospital' every time I remember the words he said back then, my blood was boiling. I want to lunge and tear Alan apart. Turn it into small pieces.

I cursed myself for believing her bullshit. Stupid jerk. I thought he really knew the bigwigs here. It turned out that what he meant by 'knowing' was just knowing his name without having a connection. That's equal to a big zero, it doesn't affect anything. With a heavy heart I spent all the money I had to pay for my hospitalization for ten days in this place. Oh, my dear money, why did you leave me too, hysteria.

I took a long breath, patient. Although it's still very arrogant in my heart but I have to stay calm, I can't explode. However, that prankster has saved and taken care of me while I'm here.

"I'm not angry. Now get out of the way, don't get in my way."

Alan didn't touch my words. He was still standing there, blocking the road. Instantly the scent of mint burst out, invading my senses as he stepped closer. It erodes the distance between us. He reached out, stroking the top of my head. "Good, don't get angry. Let's go home," he asked as he pulled my hand.

For some reason every time he touched me or when our distance was too close, my heart rate would automatically increase and I felt dazed. As of right now, I can't refuse his invitation. So obedient and resigned as he dragged me.

When we woke up, we both knew we were in the parking lot. Alan opened the car door and pushed me inside.

I wiggled, watching the interior of the car I was currently riding in. Fancy, one word that flashed through my brain the moment I saw it. That one word is enough to describe the inside of this Volvo. I was amazed by the design. "Whose car is this, Al? Did you steal people's cars again this time?" I glanced at him who was currently sitting beside me.

"Did you always act like this to other people?" tanyanya wearing a seat belt.

"What?" ask me not to understand what that means. I retreated backwards as he turned his head and leaned his body closer towards me. The smell of mint again attacked my senses. My heart beats faster.

"You always accuse me of being a non-no. When we first met you accused me, robber. Before long you said I was a prankster who liked to intrude. And now, for the second time you're accusing me of being a thief." After a click, Alan moved his body away. The seat belt is already coiled around my body. I can't deny, Cecunguk is quite attentive. Not only did he open the door for me, but he put the seat belt on as well. How romantic. But Alan is Alan, he sucks.

We look at each other. At that moment his face looked upset. "What do I look like is a criminal?"

I turned away from her face, turning to look at her long legs. "Torn jeans, disheveled hair and one earring and this chain necklace ..," I pointed at the two objects in turn.

"Do you think others will consider you a good person? Get up and wake up, Al, your sleep is too slanted. Anyone who looks at you like this would think you're a hoodlum, a thug or a scoundrel."

I rolled my eyes, lazy. Narcissistic basis.

The car drove, splitting the road which was quite solid at that time.

Although not very familiar with the streets in this city, but if the route to our residence, I am very familiar. At the red light Alan should have turned left instead of right.

"Where are we going, Al?"

"Home home" said Alan without turning his eyes off the road.

"But this is not the route to where we live" I said, convinced.

"Don't be pretentious," he said indifferently. The car kept going fast. The streets around me felt so foreign to me. I don't even know what area it is in right now. Alan also said nothing, focused on driving.

Half an hour later he pulled over his car and stopped in front of a two-story building with a modern design. After turning off the engine he rushed down. Walk around the car in graceful steps, then open the door for me.

"Down, we've arrived" he said.

I was still in a daze when I got out of the car. My brain was working hard, trying to digest the words Alan said.

He said we wanted to go home, but why did he stop here? Where am I now? And whose house is it? Why is Alan walking there?

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