D E E P E R |Kengkla × Techno|

PROLOGUE

The lamb is here.

Lamb is the best description for Kengkla if I didn't know him better.

I saw him. Two years ago. Flirting with my little brother's girlfriend.

That's my first impression of him. I am the kind of person who believes on how important first impression is.

Still, for the past two years he showed nothing but good things in my family, specially to Technic. They're best of friends.

Lamb. That's how my parents see him. I wish I didn't saw him two years ago so I can be as happy as them to have him in our house.

"Have some of these, P'." Kengla put foods on my plate. He brought them here to celebrate because he said that his parents are not in their house. They're busy even on their son's birthday.

"Thanks."

I want to like him. I am trying to like him. I want to see him as the 'lamb' my family talked about.

But I can't.

I just can't.

Not because of the incident two years ago, but because I know he's a two-faced boy.

And I hate peiple who don't show their true selves. Why pretend? Why hide?

He was watching me the whole dinner. I can't look at him. The way he looked at me made me nervous the whole time.

My parents and Technic went to the living room after dinner and I was left in the kitchen to clean. Kengkla didn't follow them and said that he'll help me.

"So, where's my gift, P'No?"

"Sorry, I forgot to buy something."

He didn't talk after that. I looked at him after a few seconds of silence.

I saw him. The other side of him. Staring at me like a wolf who's eyeing its prey.

I gulped. I can't look at him for more that 3 seconds. I am afraid. He's too intense.

Gone the smiling face.

Gone the smiling facade.

His eyes speak thousand of things and I know that he's mad at me.

I resume with washing the dishes but he stopped me and made me face him again.

"You don't need to buy it. I can claim it anytime, you know. The gift that I want."

My heart skipped a beat when his lips suddenly touched mine.

What the hell, Kengkla?!

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Waaa. I dunno what to write. Oh my gosh.