The Weakest Undefeated
Chapter 21: The Voice of the Trash

The roar of the wind whispers the chanting of soul conditioning, driving away tired and tranquilizing heart. The clean, neat and beautiful sports hall immediately transformed into a chicken coop from state corruption money, already dirty, perforated roof, cracked walls, broken glass, broken glass, ugly is also so messy and ugly even if there is a giveaway g who will be accommodated and all that was achieved by Elsie and Roland in 5 minutes.

Without a permit, excuse or greeting, the light entered through an illegal hole in the roof of the Hall that Roland had made and illuminated the two of us who were sitting on the floor leaning back against each other. The awkward atmosphere was created perfectly, without the presence of the great heritage of awkward destruction that is sometimes called a wall clock makes this silence stabbing my heart, soul and mental every second.

With a calm face I hid my mental state that I was in a heart that was screaming withstanding the torment of the whip of silence, the torture is even more painful when considering opening a chat has become the responsibility of men as it is engraved in a large dictionary of girl codes.

Oh my god, the responsibility of heavy men, you know gini cave request was born so just like God.

Dag-Dig-Dug, by,

the excitement of the heart that is like a discotheque that again has a promo makes me more panicked, with the position of leaning back to each other makes the body and shadow blend with a very close distance, with each other, so close that even an ant child who was 1 month over 9 days and 38 minutes had no space between the two of us because there was not a bit of space created from both of us.

Tired of mine had been saying goodbye since then but the endless sweat rained down on my face and neck thanks to panic. The back that touched each other so I could feel its warmth from behind the black suit I was wearing made me panic half to death.

Dag-Dig-Dug is a heartbeat that seems to be trying to aggravate the situation.

Opening my eyes to Surya I offer my prayers to the Almighty,

Moga g is heard! Moga g is heard! Moga g is heard! Moga g is heard! Moga g is heard! Moga g is heard! Moga g is heard! Moga g is heard!

The more I tried to calm her down the more her detachment became, I stopped my prayer and ventured to glance at her as I could.

Hair lulled in light with a gentle breeze made her waving slowly over the air, long thin hair and sweet brown created a panoramic utopia that they enjoyed with beauty. Hugging her knees and burying her entire face into it made me even more curious what kind of expression she was displaying with her beautiful face. No matter how hard I turn my neck but my eyes can't catch the sight behind my back.

For the first time in my life I envy an owl that can turn its head 360 degrees unharmed, although humans actually also have the same ability as owls that turn the head 360 degrees but I undo my intention because that ability can only be done once in a lifetime.

At the end of the boundary there was a peek back I saw something that made me regret having peeked at it.

Between the waves his hair looks at a glimpse of some of his reddening.

Realizing it made me salting and stop peeking at it.Eentah why my face felt so hot with all of a sudden, my heart beat faster but this time filled with a sense of happiness, but this time in full, A smile is self-created and cannot be wiped out no matter how many times I try.

All the burden of thoughts that haunt me disappeared without rest, everything in my brain was only filled with images of faces and also his name. There is no need to ask yourself many times, this feeling, this happiness, this comfort, this warmth, is unmistakable.

Even though she appeared all of a sudden, kissed me all of a sudden, expressed her feelings for me all of a sudden, she was a mysterious girl who could not be guessed. Leaving his home and kingdom only for the sake of a weak person like me, Angry when I was insulted, Laughing when I was happy, Always there at all times by my side, she said, he accepted my weakness and he also knew my dark side but never loosened his distance at all to me.

Sometimes he is scary, he who does not hesitate to stab my hand when I intend to leave it. 1 month since he entered my life but who would have thought in such a short time I realize my feelings.

No need to lie to yourself. A big smile, a feeling filled with happiness, a heartbeat that is so tight, a hot face flushed, a mind that can not be separated from his face and name......

I admit, I'm in love with Elsie....

*Plak!*

I slapped my right cheek so hard that it left a red blush. I also realized how disappointing I was.

I'm the worst scum the world has ever seen! How can I fall in love with 2 girls...

I love Artia but on the other hand my heart is also shouting Elsie's name, I want to protect Artia but my eyes can not be separated from Elsie's face, I want to make Artia happy but Elsie's presence also makes me happy.

If this continues I will hurt the feelings of one or even both of them, I must step away and hold this feeling so deeply that they can both forget me.

With my weight up my body stood up trying to start to make distance with Elsie but suddenly my body could not be lifted up standing. When I saw it in my stomach there was already a rope that tied my body to Elsie.

Since when was there a rope?

Without thinking about the trivial matter I threw all forms of rope origin guesses out of my brain and immediately decided to untie it using my right hand.

*rek! Crews!*

My right hand could not be pulled like something was stuck, when I looked it turned out my handcuffed hand was fused with Elsie's left hand behind me.

“Do not go, stay here.” Elsie's little whisper while holding the tip of my suit arm with her two fingers.

The small soft voice coming straight from his heart made my body melt helplessly but I had already set myself to bury this feeling deeply and move away from him for the good of everyone.

Once again I set my resolve and strengthened my heart even though I had to start moving away from it. Just now I wanted to move my free left hand to remove the handcuffs holding my right hand However

it did not take 1 second I immediately deleted the intention when the appearance of Elsie's right hand holding a knife on the back of my left hand and preparing to stab it when moving just a little.

“Do not try.” Threaten Elsie

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