THE BATTLEFIELD OF LOVE
Part 31's. It's Me 2
"That's it..." He smiled when I pointed at his face. I actually don't remember her face, but I don't remember how handsome I was. "All I remember is you're ugly. Why are you good now." He laughed at my insolent question.
"Yes at that time I must have looked pathetic, thin, disheveled, dirty hair from curling to the ground, lacking food, not caring about myself. I must have been ugly back then."
I smiled at him as he laughed at himself. That's a compliment, this dirty little boy turned into a handsome Russian mafia that many women hunt, how can he change that much.
"What I remember is that. Sorry I'm just being too forthright."
"What is that is so, actually. Thank you for your help. I've been looking for you, but I never found you, and then I found out you were transferring schools."
"Hmm that's nothing. You flattered me so high, that was when I thought I was too brave and stupid to fight four people. Good thing I only had injuries on my knees." Inevitably I laughed, at that time I was scolded by Mother for coming home with injuries especially after she heard what happened from Uncle who picked me up.
"Yes you were too brave and I was such a coward, I couldn't stand up for myself." I smile at him now.
"But look at you now, big bad guy, Russian mafia almost deportations. You seem to be making a lot of progress."
"I'm not a mobster, but I accept the word big bad guy. You're right too." He laughed at my words. I can finally smile at him. He's happy because I labeled him a criminal. How quaint.
"How are you Oomnitsa?" My sympathetic question made her smile. His eyes looked at me like he was twisting a distant flash of memory.
"It seems you've changed a lot. That might be a good thing. No one dares to mess with you anymore. Past experiences always teach something, don't they." It felt strange, the weak and ugly kid who was beaten up all out was now turning 180° into a handsome Russian mafia.
"And you're still the same, still brave, still scolding people, still the same way I remember you. I thought I'd never see you again, but it turns out the way we met again was completely unexpected. When we meet the one I imagine I'm gonna thank you, what happens is you scold me." I remember when we met at the restaurant with Eliza, I immediately threatened her while pointing at her face.
We looked at each other for a while, so all the flowers were right to apologize to me. It's not that he made me some sort of target of curiosity.
"All right, I'm sorry. Don't send flowers anymore. There are too many flower pots in the office. Why did you send such a big flower."
"So you can't throw it in the trash." The answer made me laugh until I cried.
"No, I put it in the exhibition hall. I can't throw away a flower that big. I still have a little heart." I still smile wide.
"Thank God, my heart doesn't hurt too much. At least it's still useful as a display." I grimaced at his words.
"So finally what are you doing with the guy who took your ass." I want to hear the story afterwards, it looks like it's going to be exciting.
"I paid the bouncer to beat them up. And since then I've learned to hit people myself. No one has dared to bully me again since." I clapped a little for him, apparently after he got his own lesson.