Trouble Honey
An insecure?

It's a little funny thing for a Jiyya. He tried to keep himself busy not to deal with Sir Joan but the universe instead sent the man to be present around him in the realm of chance. Though there were many places they could go, but his meeting with Sir Joan seemed to have been planned and even by running was not enough for Jiyya to be able to avoid. Again the man set him up again. This time with another problem. Reminds Jiyya of Bestian. Entangling him with an unnatural skinship, but enough to help him to forget for a while.

Jiyya was always vulnerable when she heard the name Bestian called. Especially by a stranger whom Jiyya alone had never met face to face with before. It was strange for him to hear others speak ill of Bestian. It was foolish for him to always move unconsciously to defend a man who might not care about him anymore. Even so the fact that Bestian was always on his mind could not be prevented.

There were actually many other random things he could think of. For example, why the sun must sink first so that we can find the night. Why do humans have to have trouble first to get a lesson. Or how wild creatures must kill each other to survive longer. Even more terrifying was when Jiyya realized there was a slight shift in the corner of her heart about the person who had the right to fill the position there.

Jiyya realized all the parables of the thought, especially the latter was a reality that existed as long as she lived life as a human being. Next to him Jiyya glanced and found Sir Joan still closing her eyes. Somehow the man chose to sleep with him in the car, instead of waking him up so that the intensity of their togetherness could thin out naturally.

Jiyya got up from her chair, hoping to get out of there without having to wake up the handsome man. But apparently not. One side of this guy's car uses an automatic lock. And the second Jiyya it would not be the heart if you had to let Sir Joan sleep in his car until the morning.

“Sir Joan..” Jiyya ventured to wake the man up. Because the man did not open his eyes. Her last choice, Jiyya slapped Sir Joan's cheek. Jiyya knew this was disrespectful, but she could not guess anything else as an option to wake the man up.

His body slightly jumped, perhaps Sir Joan was surprised to be awakened in such a way. The man got up from the chair he had originally made as a place to lean.

“You're very bad at waking people up, Jiyya. This is pretty much surprising to me.” He directly touched the cheek of Jiyya's former slap. “I think you will wake me up in a sweet way,”.

Jiyya who was originally feeling guilty now again scrunched her face. He didn't like Sir Joan's side like this. It was strange to see him pull out a flirtatious side like this around him. They are super serious when they are in class. Frankly, Jiyya prefers the performance of Sir Joan in the class than in a relaxing session like this.

“Please don't joke anymore with me, sir. Better open the car door. I want to go home,” reply Jiyya, her voice sounds a little bit taut.

“Jiyya, do you hate me?”

Now that Jiyya was silent, she observed the man deeply. The tail of his eyes turned to glance at another angle he could reach. While in his head he composed some assumptions that he could express in response. He wondered and wanted to validate it, even honestly before the man questioned it to Jiyya.

He felt a punch in the chest. But at the same time the feeling metamorphosed into a sensation that is somewhat suffocating.

“I don't hate you, Sir.” Voice shrinks. That was the answer he could most say after weighing in the head before being uttered.

“Then why do you seem to shy away from me?” sue Sir Joan again which makes Jiyya feel more cornered. To be honest he was not good at expressing feelings like this. But Sir Joan always made him have to struggle with his own mind.

“That's just your feeling,” said Jiyya as she was. He actually felt like he was about to explode because the whisper in his head was too tight than what his mouth had mentioned.

“Then do you like me?”

A strange fact, because now for Jiyya this is a funny thing. Is it possible in such a situation that he can respond to serious words in a relaxed way? Is this handsome young lecturer trying to dig something out of Jiyya? Does he need real validation of some of the events that seem extreme among them?

“Why did Sir Joan say such an ambiguous thing to me?” Jiyya actually wanted to escape the situation, but before the door of this car was opened by the owner, then the intention would only be an empty hope.

“Because if it's me, I like you, Jiyya.” His voice was firm, straightforward, and there was no pretense at all. Almost like the figure of Sir Joan who always noticed Jiyya in his lap whenever the man was explaining the material in his teaching hours.

With this would everything really spin a hundred and eighty degrees? Suddenly Jiyya who is just an ordinary student in her class becomes the candidate of this man's lover. Can something like this be trusted? Both as an ordinary girl and as her status as a student under her guidance. Jiyya never felt special from the start. Indeed, he had heard of the grapevine slanted news that said that Sir Joan took an interest in him, especially from Silvana who was clearly the stove from the beginning.

Is this true? is everything Jiyya can face with mediocrity? indeed, a lot of questions in the head that are too difficult to be tested. Yes, Jiyya just felt that her head felt like exploding if she hooked herself up to Sir Joan.

He did not hate the fact of their togetherness, and the pleasant situation with the man but he felt this was not true. He could not step forward more than this.

He knows himself quite as a mediocre person. The predicate became the lover of a young and handsome lecturer, never on his life list. Although indeed Jiyya had done a stupid act, but at least now she was aware of the path she took a while ago was a fatal mistake. This happened again, Jiyya felt….

An insecure?