Trouble Honey
Cruel Woman

“I didn't think that you wouldn't give up on talking to me either. What should I hear from you this time? Apologies?”

Jiyya remained silent, she just stirred up the whiskey served by the bartender a moment ago. Jiyya came to a pub a while ago and she got information that Dean was here. That's right

he's here, alone. Honestly, Dean is not the kind of guy who would do something like this.

Jiyya listened to the question that the young man spoke, but the whole thought in her head was too complicated and milling. So in the end Jiyya could not say a word to Dean. Something

like that apparently enough can be rated Dean as unusual behavior from Jiyya. He leaned closer to his childhood best friend to peek at the expression Jiyya made. The young man's eyebrows wrinkled.

“What's wrong, Jiyya?”

Frankly speaking Dean was honestly still very upset at the girl by his side. But seeing him so sad like this, Dean could not ignore him and somehow the resentment and anger that was in his chest evaporated instantly. There was some silence and then Dean moved his chair closer to Jiyya while holding the girl's cheek.

“What is this about that jerk Joan? He did something immoral to you again?”

Actually Dean really did not want to mention that name on his lips, the last few days he actually managed not to come into contact with that name. But tonight Jiyya forced him to talk about the man. The man she believes can take care of Jiyya, not use her best friend for her own benefit. Dean knows about what happened between Jiyya and Joan. The rest of the young man went straight up and was hostile towards the man for not being able to look after Jiyya properly and instead tasting the precious person and him guarding. He felt harassed by the man.

“Not not about it,” says Jiyya fast. She did not want to add to the situation because the girl knew that Dean and Joan were in a bad situation ever since the man knew Joan had fucked her.

“Then?"

“I want to apologize to you. I really regret everything. I know that maybe my attitude at that time was really outrageous, even though you were just trying to be nice and worry about you. Sorry I became

burden for you. You're just a kid who feels responsible for my life. You shouldn't be. Dean, I'm so grateful to know you. You are like the sun and my brother. You love me so much with all your heart. Actually I—”

“Oy, what are you talking about? your words sound like a man who will die tomorrow morning,” cut Dean fast. The young man immediately scrunched his forehead not understanding why with Jiyya who suddenly said like she was about to go far away from him. It was definitely not something he wanted to hear. Dean therefore tried to turn this non-dressing atmosphere into a little more relaxed.

“You made the sad atmosphere that I had built so smashed! At least let me finish my sentence first,” timpal Jiyya again, this time she has removed the heavy and disturbing tone of speech. As a result, he looks upset at Dean.

“Your words are worrying! You scared me to hear it. I don't want to hear that's a” bullshit

“Listen to me first!” This time Jiyya looks insistent and sees the attitude of his best friend Dean even more do not want to hear anything. He was too scared, and was not willing to use his ears for bad news. As a result, they fight each other and avoid each other.

“No! I don't want to hear anything anymore.”

“Please listen to me first! this could be my last chance Dean!”

“Don't force me! It's as important as it is until you insist on it.”

When Jiyya felt that her efforts would be in vain. So Jiyya half yelled and she no longer cared where she stood. He just wanted Dean to know what he was trying to say. “I'll be gone tomorrow. That's why I want to say goodbye to you before I go.”

Hearing Jiyya's words, Dean spontaneously widened his eyes. He had not expected to come across such a crazy idea from his childhood best friend. What's more is very sudden. “What? go where? Why suddenly?”

“I can't stay here. I can't afford to live it. I have to decide everything and this is my choice.”

“Dean, I think I've fallen in love with Sir Joan. I've been unconscious all this time, and lately I've only realized it. This is not true, I can't.”

“You— what?” Dean really didn't think it through. Since when exactly and how everything began to make the young man can only gawk in disbelief. Does one night's love can change a girl's heart by

easy one? If that's true then Joan is a real jerk!

“I want my old life. I want to live quietly.”

“Jiyya this is crazy! How can?”

“I don't know. But for sure I think it's been a while and I just realized it. I don't want to, I can't afford it when a situation like the one that hit me again. I—"

Jiyya almost can no longer string words, her tongue feels twisted. She had been struggling to hold it in since she met Joan in person for proof of taste. It was more painful than he expected. Honestly, the first time she fell in love Jiyya slumped so deep. For now, Jiyya really did not want to experience it anymore. He's not ready for that.

Before Jiyya could say anything else, Dean threw himself to hug his childhood best friend. That's where Dean heard the broken cries. Dean knows how Jiyya got hurt. The reason why he was so protective of Jiyya was because he failed to keep her from Bestian back then. He let the man hurt his best friend, and he felt indebted to continue to be by the girl's side to see her smile.

“You must have been very troubled. I'm sorry Jiyya, I wasn't there when you needed me and instead made you come here just to apologize to me. Where are you going? I'll come with you.”

“Ti-no! the reason I'm here is because I'm—”

“You are a precious person to me. Maybe if I had a lover later he would be jealous, but as long as you haven't found a true man I'll be by your side.”

Jiyya closed her eyes and exhaled a long breath through her nose.

“You're always stubborn.”

“You think Silvana will let you go just like that? he'll be more hysterical if you do.”

“Therefore I will not tell him.”

“You sure?”

“He'll know when I'm not here.”

“You really are a cruel woman, Jiyya.”

“I don't care. Now you want to help me pack

my clothes, right?”

“Sure buddy.”