Trouble Honey
Sudden Statement

For Joan, the life she had was already like a comedy show. He did not know what he should show, whether to laugh or just plain because everything felt so monotonous and no longer had any passion in it. Everything is so natural. Joan is also used to everything that goes like when she is completing each piece of the puzzle into one whole shape. His life never felt complete, not even a day.

But at least he wants to finish something. Keeping something that always feels perfect, beautiful and thrilling, fun and also painful.

The beginning of this story without an official introduction to the stale bases of what your name is the point of interest of the line of romance between Joan and her sweet student now. Joan used to identify her feelings for Jiyya as being in love at first sight, strange enough actually to be a method for a heart-breaking Joan. Because at the same time he would ask himself about since when did a Joan believe such a first-view love story?

Sitting in the seat of a beloved car with a topic of conversation that is honestly the most anti for Joan to talk about like this is not her style. But it seems that how many years ago exactly counted from the first meeting until Jiyya managed to be in the realm of his views every day? The presence of the girl had already begun the story of bitter, sweet and then bitter again as long as Joan tasted. He was often a listener every girl was exposed to grief, but only to that extent. Because in the past Joan only positioned herself as a ‘guru’ or an older person so that it can be harvested. But Joan felt she couldn't stay in the role forever.

He was honestly very happy when Jiyya, suddenly just had a little interest in him even in the realm of curiosity. Joan is also grateful for the moment that has happened between them lately. Especially when Joan touched her. To take away his crown? No. gabe. He won't teach that even if he wants to. He couldn't force the girl he thought was the most special in his life.

Glancing from the corner of his eye after the confession he echoed, Jiyya still did not react fully to his statement. Joan could see Jiyya sitting next to her, petrified. Joan knew that surely the girl would be very confused by this confession. He's gotta give up tonight. It was not good if he demanded an answer from the girl immediately. He did not want to make things worse between the two of them.

Joan opened her automatic car door, then leaned slightly toward the car door. Jiyya gasped, impressed to avoid and tried to protect herself. Joan knew that she might have crossed the line again without her realizing it because her patience had eroded away.

“Jiyya, you daydream,” whispered Joan.

The man noticed Jiyya— was actually always in every opportunity he had. The girl seemed to have slipped too far inside her head.

As a result Joan decides to push the car door for Jiyya, letting the girl go as she wanted from the beginning. Jiyya tries to shuffle but because Joan can still reach her.

Look at the confused look that the girl is now displaying towards him. Adorable. That ridiculous vocabulary is indeed very suitable pinned to Jiyya. Making Joan unconsciously more fixated. In silence, they could only look at each other. Although only a little, but Joan was sure she had just gotten a small smile on the girl's face.

Joan was always filled with curiosity. Small reasons such as why Jiyya can smile, why Jiyya makes an upset look, why Jiyya can laugh, or why Jiyya chooses to just shut up instead of giving her an answer. The girl just looked at him. But the smile was not gone from his face. Joan's heart was pounding, lately she had rarely seen Jiyya smile around her.

“Jiyya,” call Joan to wake her up.

But the girl was still petrified with a face that was getting flushed like a boiled crab. Joan was tempted to prick her. It was eager for Joan to ask their relationship status and what the girl thought of her once again. Something like what are we both really?

Joan knew that one day she would be rejected by a cliche. Well, maybe it's like the age difference, or because of the status they carry today (lecturers and sororities) that Jiyya is very. But while Joan was eager to know the best alibis as to why they could not coexist, she was very patient to keep all that possibility in her mind. Does Jiyya not like it? was it only Joan who misinterpreted the girl's attitude toward her? is this a sense that is unilaterally intertwined?  Or is this really just a cruel fate that God outlined to make his life worse from the beginning.

“Sir Joan.” Now it was Jiyya's turn to say her name.

Well, fucked up, Joan can no longer think of the rhythm in the most appropriate sentence to describe her feelings now.

Oh my God, now a Joan, the man with the most class predicate about seducing women is now made to pound just because a girl calls his name.

Jiyya slightly looked up at him, a thing Joan had been very fond of recently. The fact that she was indeed taller than him made Jiyya look smaller and petite. Joan still remembers this little body being in her arms all night.

Jiyya is perfect, she is the most powerful, the smartest, the kindest, the coolest, the coolest, the most charming and the most— girl ever, too many to describe. Jiyya was the best woman she could know and she had reached this far. And frankly, Joan is now half-dead maintaining her own sanity not to hug or kiss this girl first if not her who wanted her that way.

This Jiyya was actually the source of insecurity that he had just realized. But apart from that, Jiyya is also the source of her happiness. Little things can initially fluoresce into big and complicated when it comes to this girl. It pissed Joan off, but she couldn't get mad at him. Why is he so smart? Why is he so sturdy and impenetrable ? why couldn't he be the one to fill the recesses of his heart?

To be honest many why the others, such as why Jiyya is so beautiful that other men always stop just to glance at her. Why the girl was always so charming that it made Joan jealous of the foreign men who tried to approach her.

Crazy, Joan is a blind jealous man. He can do anything for her. Oh my God, why should he fall in love with a Jiyya who is this simple?

Joan had unconsciously placed her palm on the girl's cheek. Jiyya, by her own surprise, closed her eyes and resuscitated her cheek in Joan's large hand. It was as if he was luring Joan to do more.

“Sorry.”

“For what?”

“For too sudden love statement.”