Chapter 95：The Late Night Call

The next morning, Xiao Ping half running across through her school gate. She woke up late. She could only finally sleep when it was almost dawn. She spent hours to repeat again and again the scene of her date with Takeshi in her mind. Who could fall asleep with that ? That's why Xiao Ping feels her eyes are still heavy, but her smile never leave her face.

When she enters her classroom, her smile becomes wider to know that she's not late. Her teacher hasn't arrived. She then approaches her bench and sees her friend, Zhang Mei, is surrounded by her girlfriends. Looks like Zhang Mei is crying. "What's wrong with Xiao Mei ?" Xiao Ping asks Xu Qian once she sits on her bench. "She had a fight with her boyfriend," Xu Qian answers casually, then leans toward Xiao Ping and whispers, "he is cheating on her." Right when Xu Qian closes her mouth, Xiao Ping hears a scoff with a sound like someone's neck is choked, "Men are bastard! They all are con artist!!" Together with the whole class, Xiao Ping turns to the voice. It was Zhang Mei who screamed. She doesn't seem to care about what others' reactions, instead she has sobbed on her friend's shoulder again.

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"You should never believe boys," Zhang Mei says cynically to her friends, including Xiao Ping who are in the changing room. "All men are a con," she adds. "True. Men are playboy," other girl chimes in, "Though they has us already, when they saw beautiful girls, their eyes are still so bare." Other girls nod to agree. Some start to add comments.

Xiao Ping can only in silent to hear her friends chats even though her heart doesn't agree. Not all men like that. Takeshi is not, her heart defies. She believe him with her whole heart that Takeshi is not like that. Xiao Ping has to hide her smile that suddenly appears when she remembers Takeshi's kiss. She touches her lips gently while the beautiful memory captured her for a moment until a friend calls her.

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"Huuuaaaahh!" Hiroshi exclaims to let his yawn loudly until he has teary eyes. His hand then wipes dry his eyes. "Hayashi !" someone's call makes his sleepiness runs away in an instant. When he stands, one who called, Mr. Hamada, has stood in the gap of his cubicle. "Where have you been ? It was so difficult to contact you !" Mr. Hamada snaps with hands on his waist.

"But, he did asked about you," Hiroshi adds. Takeshi turns quick to him, "What did he ask ?"Hiroshi smears. "That what made me confused. He asked 'is Takeshi closed to someone lately?'," Hiroshi answers while impersonates Mr. Hamada's heavy voice. Takeshi's eyes wide up again. "Then what did you say ?" he asks. "Of course I told him 'none'," Hiroshi is shaking his head in sissy way. His girly act always comes out when he is annoyed. "You think I'm a traitor, huh ?!" he pouts, becoming more sissy while crossing his hands on his chest. "No... of course not. You are my best friend," Takeshi coaxes him to not be upset anymore.

A second later, Takeshi's expression becomes serious again, "Why did all of a sudden Mr. Hamada ask you about it ?" Takeshi asks while glancing at Hiroshi that only answers with a shrug.

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It is 11 PM. Takeshi has just put his feet out from his apartment elevator when his cellular in his back pocket vibrates than rings. He takes it, makes a little squint to see who is calling. "Takeshi..." a hiss from across the line is heard.

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"Thank you," Takeshi says to the taxi driver before closing the taxi door. When the taxi starts to move from his side, Takeshi also starts to walk through a house. A little hesitate, he pushes the bell on the gate. It is already midnight. "Who ?" a husky voice from intercom asks. "Hasegawa," Takeshi answers. The gate automatically opened with buzzing sound of a machine.

Takeshi walks toward the front door. Before he reaches it, the door has been opened from inside, showing Miyu's figure that is not looking beautiful this time. The actress stands, letting the door support her body, as if her body has no energy. Her hair is disheveled, so is her face since her make up fades due to tears. "Miyu..." Takeshi can't even say a word to see her condition. Miyu bites her lips rough, trying hard not to cry. But a second later she steps forward and throws her body to Takeshi, rounding her arms to his waist tight.

"What's wrong ?" Takeshi asks, half hour later. He has sat on a couch in Miyu's living room. Miyu also has stopped crying. Maybe she has been tired, just sits unmoved next to him, blankly stare at the television, doesn't want to answer. Takeshi sighs, moreover after he sees dozens of cigarette butts in ashtray and alcohol drink bottles scatter on the table and carpet. "You don't want to tell me about it ?" Takeshi asks again. Miyu just shakes her head. To see that, Takeshi doesn't want to pursue. He takes his attention on the television that is showing an old movie. Suddenly his thighs are suppressed with something. Miyu lies her body and uses his thighs to support her head. Soon after Takeshi feels his thighs becomes moist. He really doesn't know what to do.

"Accompany me until I sleep, will you ?" Miyu asks weakly makes Takeshi doesn't have a heart to refuse. Finally he can only come out of the house two hours later. Limping due to his tingling legs, Takeshi goes to a taxi that has been waiting for him in front of a gate. He doesn't realize at all camera shots from behind a garbage dump few meters behind him.