THE BAD BOY OF MANHATTAN
Chapters 12. Elric's Opinion of Emma.

"What about Noah and Ryan?" elric asked Michael. Today his friend visited him. Just like him, Michael's business with the police has also been resolved by his parents. However, Elric knows, the fate of Noah and Ryan must be different.

"Ryan is free, but ... Noah seemed to be languishing in jail for quite some time" replied Michael.

Elric exhaled his coarse breath. "Is there anything we can do?" tanyakanya.

"Asking for the help of the best lawyers in Manhattan, maybe" Michael said.

Elric shook his head. "How to pay the best lawyer in Manhattan? My cryptocurrency account was blocked by my father" he grumbled.

"Same here (i'm the same)" complained Michael.

The two teenagers were in Nathan's music studio. Elric who was bored at home decided to touch his guitar again to just chase away his saturation.

Les Paul LPX, the legendary guitar from time to time that is always used by musicians from various generations. Elric pressed the wireless receiver button on his guitar controller, then synchronized the guitar on his lap.

"You start playing guitar again?" ask Michael.

"Well! Just throwing away boredom. I don't know what to do (i don't know what to do)" said Elric while looking for guitar sound effects in a controller that suits his wishes.

"You don't want to ask your father for help to smooth out your music career, El?" michael asked while checking out some of the guitars that were leaning on the stand.

Elric. "No way (impossible). I'll never get Nathan Bradley involved. I can do it myself, if I want. Anyway .. I'm better than him." He rang his guitar using a distortion effect, playing strange tones that made Michael's forehead shrivel.

"Hellbound is too old-fashioned" Elric said. "I have my own genre. Industrial Cyber Metal." Elric raised his eyebrows. "But that's if I'm still interested." Elric played some melody bars perfectly. "I play music when I want it. Not because my Dad told me so (i played music when I wanted to, not because my dad told me to)" Elric said.

Michael nodded. "Make sense (reasonable)," he murmured.

The studio door opened from the outside, and Lupita's head poked out from behind it. "Elric, Miss Lopez is here" said the woman.

Elric rolled his eyeballs hearing Emma's name called. "Tell him to wait another three hours" he said.

"Don't joke, Elric!" gertak Lupita warned as she pointed towards Elric's face.

Elric hissing. He then asked Michael for help to put the guitar on the stand.

"Is your teacher Emma? That crazy feminist?" ask Michael. Confirming the truth of the story that Elric delivered by phone.

"I hope not." Elric ruffled his long hair violently.

"It's awful." Michael shuddered. He had seen several times how fierce the girl was. Elric's nose was once broken by his punch. "I gota go then (i go first then)," said Michael later. He then pushed the wheelchair occupied by Elric out of the studio. The two split up in the corridor. Michael heads towards the living room, while Elric runs his wheelchair towards the family library, where Emma has been waiting for him.

"Good day, Elric," said Emma kindly. Although Elric knew, it was just made-up.

Elric noticed Emma's performance today. Neat, with a simple white dress knee-high, then black boots as high as the top of the ankle. His hair looks like it is so.

"Well, it's a pity that James won't be here today" Elric chirped to Emma's astonishment.

"What do you mean?" Emma squinted her eyes.

"You're dressing up like that, to get James' attention, aren't you? Wow ... apparently you're eyeing a rich man to fix your fate, huh?"

Emma was flabbergasted to hear Elric's unfounded speech. It was as if the child accused him. But, he just pulled the corner of his lips. He knew Elric was trying to provoke his emotions. Emma won't let that little boy win.

"Concluding something with someone without first confirming it with the person in question is a bad thing, Elric, you know?" emma said as she pushed onto Elric's wheelchair and stopped in front of a sofa. Emma sat on the sofa, in front of Elric who was looking at her arrogantly.

"Today you will learn how to praise and thank someone" Emma said, throwing her smile. He knew it would never be done by Elric. This will surely torture him greatly.

"You made up the lesson yourself, huh?" accuse Elric.

Emma moved her index finger to the right and left right in front of Elric's face. He said that what the boy said was wrong. Emma takes an ecoPad tablet sailing convex from inside her sling bag, then shows a page of e-book containing the curriculum schedule Calhoun School on Elric. "As per the curriculum," he said.

Elric snorted annoyedly. He turned his face towards the window, avoiding seeing Emma's annoying mocking smile.

"I purposely dressed up like this" Emma said as she grabbed Elric's chin and forced him to face her typical Latin American face. "For you to praise me today, to train you to express what you think of the people around you" he continued.

"In your dreams!" hardik Elric's.

"Elric .. let's praise me. Just tell me what you see of me" Emma said, twisting her body.

"You're ugly, annoying, temperamental, and crazy!" praise Elric.

"You're ugly!" praise Elric back.

"There again?"

Elric poked his lips. "You're ugly" he said.

Emma took a deep breath. He was eager to tear off the face of Elric who was so annoying. How could this monstrous creature be born from the womb of a woman so beautiful and gentle as Mrs Bradley.

"Wait a minute" said Emma, grabbing her sling bag and passing from before Elric. He stepped out of the library room and stepped into the kitchen. The house looks empty. There was no sign of Nathan Bradley and his wife.

"You need anything, Miss Lopez?" Lupita, the housekeeper, emerged from the kitchen door and approached her looking for a glass to fill with water.

"Ah, yes .. I need some water," Emma replied with a frown.

"You okay?" ask Lupita while opening the cupboard above the sink and taking one long glass. The middle-aged woman filled it with water from a curved faucet with buttons on the head of the faucet.

"Just a little headache" Emma replied. "Thanks" he said, accepting the glass Lupita had placed on him. Emma reached into her bag and picked up a small bottle of white and green capsules. He took one capsule and swallowed it with the help of water.

Lupita smiles. "That kid gave you a headache, huh?"

Emma grimacing. He believes Lupita must be more familiar with the extraordinary character Elric.

"Actually Elric was a good boy. It's just that, it seems from childhood he has trouble expressing his desires or feelings," explained Lupita. "Both of his parents thought Elric was a submissive child. Until these past two years ..he often made trouble, but never wanted to be spoken to from heart to heart." Lupita said the last two sentences while whispering.

Emma nodded. He could have guessed that Elric had trouble expressing his feelings, except, maybe with people who were really close to him. Unfortunately, why should the child trust a person like Noah, which plunges him into negativity.

After feeling his headache began to subside, Emma bailed to re-enter the library room, where Elric was busy with his gadget.

"Hey!" elric exclaimed when suddenly Emma snatched the gadget in her hand and placed it on a bookshelf that Elric could not reach.

"We continue the lesson." Emma pushes Elric's wheelchair and takes him to his original position, confronting him.

Elric yawned a few times. "I'm sleepy."

"Can't!" exclaim Emma. "Emm .. can't, we finish the lesson." Emma softened her voice.

Emma leaned her back on the sofa. Both of his arms he folded in front of his chest. While his eyes looked at the bored-looking Elric.

"What do you feel right now?" ask Emma.

"Cursed."

"Happy, sad, angry, hate, jealous, spiteful?"

"Cursed."

"About emotions, Elric, emotions. Here, and here," Emma said as she pointed at Elric's forehead and chest.

"hate."

"Who and why?"

"Your head, 'cause you're such a bitch."

Emma smiled faintly. Although Elric's words were very unpleasant to hear by his ears, at least the child was already willing to express what he felt.

"Because you're ugly and chatty" Elric continued, laughing. "Your looks are very old-fashioned. What is this, huh?" Elric grabbed Emma's collar and flicked her. "You think you're living in the year of the sixties? My mom's more fashionable than you, Emma." Elric continued his laughter. This time while pointing right in front of Emma's face.

Emma growled in annoyance. He dropped Elric's index finger and squeezed it hard.

"Auch! You broke my finger!" shouted Elric in pain. "What's my fault, hey! You said I should express my opinion about the people around me!"

Emma hasn't wanted to let go of her grip on Elric's finger. He rewarded the boy with one more grip on the injured thigh of Elric. No doubt, Elric also screamed in pain as one hand grabbed Emma's hair and pulled it hard until the girl's body almost fell on him.

"Oops ... sorry, am I interrupting?"

Emma and Elric spontaneously turned to the door, where James was standing there with a shocked face while blinking his eyes, trying to deduce what the two young men were doing.

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