THE BAD BOY OF MANHATTAN
Chapter 7. He doesn't know who you are, Elric.

Alya leaned over to watch Nathan sitting on the living room sofa with a grim face. Her husband was not even aware of her presence. He saw Nathan occasionally stroking his chin, and his eyebrows flinched. Then his breath sounded heavy.

"Nathan ...." Alya called out her name gently. But still her husband was shocked.

"Geez (astaga), Alya .. You surprised me!" nathan grumbled as he held his chest.

Alya. He sat down next to Nathan and looked at him in wonder. "What's wrong, Mr. Rockstar (what's the matter, mister rockstar)?" joking.

"Elric refused my offer" Nathan murmured.

"What offer?" ask Alya.

"Follow the Hellbound concert, like it used to be. I want to open his music career" Nathan said, looking at Alya. "I just want to help Elric a little bit. Just open the door, after that, it's up to him if he wants to fight alone," he continued.

Alya sighed. "What if it turns out Elric is not interested in music?" tanyakanya.

"Why do you always say that. Of course Elric was interested. You know for yourself how enthusiastic that kid used to be?"

"First, Nathan ... first," said Alya.

Nathan thunts. "What's the difference between then and now?" ask Nathan. But at once he remembered the words that Elric had spoken to him. Another first, another now.

"Alright, alright .. I won't force it anymore. The important thing is that he doesn't hate me" Nathan continued, chuckling. "Look .. I'm the coolest dad, right?" her gura made Alya's lips cut.

"Yes. You're the coolest dad" Alya chimps.

"And the most handsome husband" Nathan said, raising his eyebrows.

Alya rolled her eyeballs. He gasped when he found Nathan's face so close to his, and prepared to clench his lips.

"Get a room, Mr. Bradley (look for a room there, Mr. Bradley!" chirps Lupita who was passing in the middle room while carrying a basket of dirty clothes.

Nathan hissing. "You're just interrupting me, Lupita!" hardik. While the laughter of the housekeeper was heard scattered from a distance.

"To the room?" nathan bargained at Alya who was smiling blushed.

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Emma carefully listened to every word of a speaker who was describing the training materials as a teacher at the personality school that would soon become her workplace. This several weeks of training was a requirement for him and a few others who would become teachers at that school.

As a psychology graduate, Emma has actually mastered training materials that are average in touch with everything she has ever learned. However, all this time he only applied it to himself.

"So, if you later meet super recalcitrant students, remember well to apply the techniques described earlier. And don't forget to be a good listener to them.

"I think today's training was enough to get here. See you tomorrow, good afternoon."

Emma closed the book and put it in her sling bag. He got out of his chair and followed the other trainees out of the classroom.

He is in the Calhoun School building, a nonformal school in Manhattan that focuses on the personality psychology of children and adolescents, as well as specifically addressing wayward children.

Emma smiled happily at the place that would soon be her office was so comfortable with a simple chic interior design. He also felt impatient to rent his own apartment with his first salary later, after being cut to repay student loan. Although it may still be in the East Harlem complex, but at least he can live apart from his parents who never stop fighting every day.

Exiting the East Harlem underground station, Emma runs across the street to the restaurant where she works. There he changed his clothes with a work uniform in the form of a collared shirt resembling a nurse's uniform, but light brown.

He changed the work shift of a colleague serving restaurant visitors who come and go. And one thing he dislikes is, putting on his friendly face every time he writes their order.

On the evening, four young men entered the restaurant. Emma rolled both her eyes when she saw Noah among them. Of course there was his sister, Ryan, another teenager he had seen with them some time ago, and another who knew because his head was covered in a hoodie. However, Emma guessed that he must be the son of a bitch who hit him in the face yesterday in front of the supermarket.

Emma snatched the menu book and lazily approached the four youths. Of course Noah immediately commented on his big smile seeing Emma who was standing arrogantly while throwing the menu book on the table.

"Quick the message" Emma said as she prepared an order notebook and a ballpoint pen. He glanced at the hoodie boy who, as he expected, was the son of a bitch. A slight bruise on her nose made Emma pull the corner of her lips. The boy looked at him fiercely.

"Calm down, Honey, calm down (relax, honey, calm down), why so fierce?" kekeh Noah pretends to check the menu book. "Is there anything special here?"

Emma's breaking the table. Then he pointed to the menu book right in front of Noah. "Can't you read?" his insinuation, greeted with the rarity of the four young men. "Taco, Burrito, El polo loco, Chipotle, bla bla bla," bargained Emma's origin.

"Ugh ... El polo loco (crazy chicken)," said Noah.

"Done (completed)," Emma quickly timps after writing Noah's remarks on top of her notebook. He did not want to linger to serve Noah and his men.

"I haven't even ordered anything yet." Noah blinks his lips while staring at Emma's departure.

"She's crazy (she's crazy)" said Elric, twisting his index finger next to his own forehead. "You know, I've managed to avenge this" he said, pointing at his nose.

"You're kidding me" said Michael and Ryan simultaneously.

"I hit him hard in the face." Elric laughed contentedly.

"Wow .. You hit a woman, El," Noah said.

"Why really? What's wrong? Why is it that men beat women, protest everywhere, while women beat men ...." Elric pointed his nose back. Evidence that he had been beaten by a woman. "That's a natural thing and never discussed everywhere?"

Noah put his stupid face on his shoulder. "Where do I know" he said.

"Because of feminist propaganda" Elric said, pulling the corners of her lips.

One plate of roasted chicken thighs was placed hard on the table. "What do you know about feminists?!" hardik Emma who was already near them while shaking her waist and looking at Elric's eyes sharply. "You want to deal with the feminists, you son of a bitch?" his challenge.

Elric hissing. "You think I'm scared?" He challenged Emma.

"Wait, wait (wait, wait), Emma ... what is this (what is this)?!" noah exclaimed as he pointed at a plate of chicken thighs that had just been served by Emma. "Why just one plate?" tanyakanya.

Emma smiled cynically. "One plate only. I'm not sure you can pay for it" he sneered as he passed.

"What the fuck did he say? Can't pay?" Noah looked at Elric, Ryan and Michael in turn. "He doesn't know who you are yet, Elric" he continued.

Elric just pulled the corner of his lips while shaking slowly.

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