The Devil's Touch
#62
Maxime walked in the quiet corridor of the school, he opened the door of the principal's room and saw Arsen sitting there.
"You, you're here too." Maxime closed the door and sat down beside Arsen.
"From the airport to here directly" said Arsen.
"So, let's wait for Peter first" said Jack.
"Where's Miwa?" maxime asked as he took out a wrap of cocoa from his pocket, picked it up and threw the pack of cigarettes on the table.
"He's buying a meal not far from here" Arsen said.
The door of the room opened again, Peter entered by confirming his trousers.
"Where are you from?" jack asked astonished to see Peter pulling the zipper on his pants.
"Thin in the garden" said Peter and sat down beside Jack.
"There's a toilet, why must the park shit*n!! how gross!!" Arsen looked at Peter's annoyance.
"You're soiling my school" said Maxime, then sucked back his cigarettes.
"That's it, it doesn't matter." Jack broke up and pulled something out of the back of his jacket.
Some photos he threw at the table, Peter brought a piece of the photo and Arsen did the same.
Maxime saw the photo in Arsen's hand. "Oris?" ask Jack.
Jack nodded. The photo, a photo of Oris talking to a foreign man wearing a black mask in the market.
"The day Max asked about Oris that morning, he came home in the afternoon. He said he just got back from the market" Peter said.
"Did he say anything else?" ask Arsen.
Peter shakes. "He just bought some groceries and kept them in the fridge, that's all."
"Are you suspicious of this masked man Jack?" ask Maxime.
"I'm more suspicious of Oris" Jack said.
Maxime sighed and leaned back on the back of the sofa while continuing to smoke.
Not wanting to be right or wrong about Oris, he had to quickly investigate the man.
*
"You're still in school?" ask Miwa to Milan.
Milan nodded. "This year, my last year of school" said Milan as he again scooped his ice cream.
Miwa. "What about college? where do you want to go to college?"
"I chose to work instead of college. My grades are not good enough for college" said Milan and exhaled.
"So you're a bod*h student at school?"
Milan suddenly looked at Miwa, why his bod*h word should be made clear. Even if it's true.
Milan did not answer he just ate his ice cream with a rough.
Miwa laughed and Milan looked back. "Why are you laughing?" ask Milan.
"How much is your math worth?" ask Miwa.
"Fifty, the biggest," said Milan slowly.
"Hahaha .. You know, I once got zero." Miwa raised her two fingers towards Milan.
Miwa frightened both of her eyebrows, what the woman in front of her was already crazy laughing loosely at the time when the value was zero.
"What did you get from your parents with your fifty?" ask Miwa back.
Milan shakes. "There's nothing, ever in a slap because of my twenty-day grade."
"really?" miwa's eyes widened. "You're in a slap when you get value?"
Milan nodded. "You must be worse because it can be zero." Milan refocused on his ice cream while staring at the streets outside.
Miwa nodded. "You're right, I just got a car." Milan turned towards Miwa.
"That's right!" milan.
"Maybe if a hundred got a plane" Miwa said, making Milan can only shake his head with a surprised face.
"Why would a parent give a car a zero value of his child." Milan muttered softly but was still heard by Miwa.
"My Daddy appreciates my efforts, he doesn't see the results. No matter zero, the important thing is that I've been trying to do hahaha."
Milan could only shake his head not knowing what to comment on what the attitude of the female parents beside him was.
"You know, my brother was very smart at school. He was like a number one, no one could beat his first rank from small."
"But he's a little possessive and fierce if anyone disputes his words!" Miwa pursed her lips as if annoyed by her brother's attitude.
"Thankfully my foster brother is better than him" continued Miwa, with a sweet smile on his face, recalling Arsen.
"Milan, can you hear my story? I want to tell you a story but I don't know who to go to, I have a little sister but if you tell her, she'll be mad because I love my own sister!"
"you .. Do you love your own brother?" Milan did not believe.
"Ish, not my brother, but my foster brother" Miwa said.
"We grew up together from childhood, he's my Daddy's best friend's son, at first we considered each other's older siblings. My dad says every boy in his family will be considered a big brother, even though I'm one year older than my foster brother."
"Why is that?" ask Milan.
"Because men are considered protectors in our family."
Milan nodded. "Then what's the problem? you're not as bad as her."
"The problem is my real brother, he definitely disagrees." Miwa turned towards Milan in seriousness. "You know, my brother is fierce and cruel, every man who approaches me always backs off when he knows I'm his sister. He even killed a classmate because he loved me."
"What?!!"
"I-I mean ..." Miwa hangs her sentence for accidentally leaking her brother's secret.
"I mean it's an old story and my brother just got out of jail a few years ago" Miwa continued, smiling awkwardly.
Milan shakes. "Your brother's a psychopath!"
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