Bad Love

Chapter 4

"Good morning, Mr. Fong. My dad sent me here to give you the papers you needed from yesterday?" Jonathan formally greeted the old man and as silently as he could manage, walked towards the obviously expensive mahogany table.

The office would always leave him speechless because of how elegant it looked. The shelves were sparkling clean and the thick books in them were properly placed as if they haven't been touched. His dad told him that everything you would find in there was more important than his own life. Even the couches were well taken care of. The smell of the office was new to him. It was something a simple person like him would never describe. But he was pretty sure Evan's scent was so much better.

Evan's perfect. Well, for him. These past few days were pure torture since the man was still avoiding him to death. He was playing with Nogla and Marcel when Evan joined in, probably wasn't aware of his presence, and greeted them. He heard Marcel cough and told Evan that he was there with them and silence was heard and a few moments later, Evan left. It was a big slap in the face for Jonathan. It was rude, it was too much, but he couldn't do anything because he was still blaming himself for the loss of friendship. Nogla and Marcel cheered him up and he reassured them that he was completely fine, that he was used to it already, but at the middle of his speech, his voice cracked, yet he was still able to manage not to cry his heart out. Marcel pretended that he didn't hear and continued to chase after Nogla's character and when Tyler came, he forgot what happened.

"Thank you, Jonathan. Kindly place those papers over here," Mr. Fong said and went back to signing the papers that he was facing. Jonathan bit his upper lip gently as he walked and slowly put the papers down, secretly glancing at the older man. He looked exactly like Evan, but the older version, of course.

"Do you need something else?"

Jonathan reluctantly smiled and scratched his head, with his eyebrows meeting. He could do this. He shouldn't be a pussy! If he wanted his friend back, then he should be able to do what his friends suggested him to. And that was to ask for Evan's address.

"Uhm, well, I kind of fought with Evan... And he's really mad at me and I don't want to lose him because he's my best friend. So, uhm, I am here to also ask for his address so I can visit him and apologize and maybe get him back because he's really good at avoiding me and I can't take it anymore, Mr. Fong. So please..." He begged and looked at the other one in a serious manner. Tyler said that if he did that, then without a doubt, he'd be getting what he wanted.

"You and my son fought? Over what?" Mr. Fong asked and raised an eyebrow. Was he really asking him that question? This old man's curiosity was like a 7-yr old's.

"It's all my fault. I just... I don't know. But please let me have his address. This is really important to me, Mr. Fong... Please..."

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Evan was the exact opposite of his dad. As he stepped inside the house, the living room caught his attention for how messy it was. The table which was located at the very middle was cluttered with books, a few cans of beer and energy drinks. The couch was filled with books as well and crumpled papers. He frowned, finding it hard to believe that the amazing Evan was not the clean type of person. Unlike his dad who was really strict when it comes to cleanliness. 

"S-Sorry for the intrusion," Jonathan said and took a look at Evan who walked past by him with a white towel hung over his shoulder. The latter just gave him a nod and made his way to the kitchen area. He moved forward to see what the kitchen looked like and was taken aback when it was surprisingly clean, VERY clean. Everything was in order.