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I couldn't understand them because I didn't see anything strange except their actions.
"Maybe they're contributing. With that habit of yours, I'm sure they'll really get tired of you."
"Really? I'm that ugly?"
He just chuckled and didn't sleep to answer me.
"Maybe I just have to take care of them next time then."
"You've been worried all this time because of that?"
"Yeah, but that's not all. I'm also thinking about what I should do when my life is in danger and you're not by my side."
I bent down and lowered my face to my knees. He nodded to understand what I was criticizing.
He patted my head and I swear I was loving it! His hand is warm and big, it feels good. Surprisingly I just now felt it in his hand.
He stopped what he was doing when he noticed I liked it.
"Hey, why did you stop?" I complained. "You seemed to be enjoying it. You might fall asleep in the middle of your storytelling."
"No, I won't! Go on," I behaved like a child, snatching his hand back to my head.
He smiled and hold me hand. "I have something for you."
He pointed his finger on my hand and the minute it touches my palm a color green dust flickered, right on my palm.
Some furniture and the hall were illuminated by the light that came from what he did. I watched that light disappear from my palm then looked at him.
"What did you do that for?" Did he give me power? Or just borrowed? Or maybe it's our contract that he will give me his powers and then he will take my body eventually.
"There's nothing true about what you're thinking right now, okay? You'll just see someday what I gave you."
I forced myself to smile and laugh while saying, "Ahh, g-is that so?"
He must have noticed me earlier. What are you thinking, Raine!
Wait.
"How did you know what I was thinking. Are you sure you guessed what I'm thinking right now?"
He went home. I sighed and closed my eyes as he brought his finger closer ready to flick.
But I felt only a faint touch of his fingers on my forehead.
"You're really stupid, aren't you? Fix your clothes?" He averted his gaze.
I hesitated to laugh next to him and adjusted myself. I forgot that I was only dressed and it was up to my thighs.
And I'm not even wearing a bra! s**t, Raine! How you were able to call and talk to the guy without wearing anything!
"S-sorry ..." my face was definitely redder than a tomato at that time.
He took off his cloak and that’s what he rubbed me on my body. I paused for a moment, thinking what should I do to keep it cool.
"God! Don't let other men see you like this Raine!" I heard him mumbled something but I couldn't hear it clearly.
"Huh?"
"Nothing," he sneezed, combing his hair back.
Weird. I don't think I'm talking to Christian right now. Embarrassed, I held my head close to him.
He stared at me, confused. "What?"
"Y-what were you doing before, can I continue?"
"Why would I?" He sneered but I pulled out my greatest weapon to convince him.
My puppy eyes.
I just learn that on TV.
They say that it is effective for siblings to make you cute so that you can be given an adult. Maybe we can.
He meaningfully looked at me and slowly walked away. I hugged him and leaned my head on the swivel chair.
"Your hatred!"
"Why do you want to pat your head?" He asked.
I nodded my head in his direction and replied, "Your hand's warm is big. I thought it would help me fall asleep." I smiled.
"So, are you going to touch my head again? I'm pathetic, aren't I?"
"I do not want!"
I grumbled in my chair. Eventually I just found myself spinning with the chair.
"What are you doing?"
"Hmm ... I'm not sure. Finding a way to sleep, I guess?"
Yooohoooo. I was just about to go round when my eyes went round. About five rounds maybe I did when someone approached me.
He placed his arms on both sides, on the handle of the chair and stared at me.
I'm like a t* ng* laughing for no reason. "Hey! I'm dizzy don ah! Hahahaha!"
I slapped his shoulder. When he brought his face closer I stopped. It looks like a different face I see now.
A familiar faced was pictured in my mind. He's face is exactly like what I'm seeing right now. But I know it's might just be a product of my mind.
"Hahahaha..."
He smirked. "What's so funny?"
"It's just weird, haha ... you look like the one I know now."
"Really? Who?"
"Hmm .... the man in my dream. He also appeared in front of me once ..."
"Hmm?"
"Ah, no. It's not just once ... two, three ... four times we've met," I chuckled. "He's strange and mysterious. And, he's always sore every time we meet."
He just stared at me, gradually my vision returned to normal.
He sighed deeply and motioned me back beside the window. He sat down next to me and stroked my head. I smiled and took advantage of every moment he stroked his hand through my hair.
I feel a mixture of tickle and heat sensation. I don’t know but I seem to be used to holding him.
"Is that why you can't sleep ... because of your dream?"
I shook. "I don't want to sleep because I don't like what I see in my dream."
"Why?"
"Because ... I see and know a lot of people I haven't seen in person."
"Don't you want to meet them?"
I shook again. "I'm scared." “Trying again his luck next time the reason all of us laughed big time.
On the middle of our conversation, a young lady entered the house and came to us in the living room. She greeted her mother and gave us a barely noticable smile before she left to fix herself.
"I'm sorry for my son Fireel, Mia. She's scared of people. She has a traumatic experience with strangers, so it's a bit strange. But she's a very kind child." Ate Josie said.
It was easier to talk to Ate Josie.
We almost didn't realize the time and it was 4pm.
When Ate Josie left, her son came out of her room and entertained us by giving us snacks.
She introduced herself to us. Her name is Doreen and she is studying as a 1st year college.
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