Love is Mute'

Meeting him at home

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I glance at the individuals in front of me, and they've begun bullying again. This time, the boys are making fun of me. They tossed outdoors garbage on me.

Ew, I smell s**t. I scowled at them. I need to do something right now. I can't stand still. It's becoming shittier. I threw back the trash can that was beside me. They raced aggressively at me, clutching my hair hard; I shrieked in pain. I kicked his leg, and he kneeled down with his knee on his hand, while I kicked his balls hard. I discovered an abandoned sheet and pen and scribbled "come at me again, if you still walk"

I walked by them, leaving them standing still. It's fine if I face disciplinary punishment; I don't care. Well, they started it. I washed myself in the restroom and headed to the classroom. I sat on the chair with my hands crossed and my head resting on it. I tried closing my eyes.

"Tanya... tanya... TANYA" I STAND UP. Every pupil was laughing at me. "Did you sleep well?" I detected a cynical tone in him. I nodded slightly, and laughter echoed across the classrooms again. "Now will you sit?" he growled at me, and I sat, scrunching my eyes to look at the board. Damn, I slept. For one lecture. Guess I'm too weary.

"A bad day huh?" I avoid looking at my father when watching a movie. I nod. I groaned and made a hand movement to indicate the words 'I got bullied again'.

"Do you want me to help you? They will take harsh action, I know."

My father sat next to me and presented a slice of apple to my lips. I ate while shifting my head to no. I waved my hand again, saying, 'I'll do it. Don’t worry. After all, you taught me self-defense. It worked today.' I smiled at him, and his eyes gleamed with pride.

Yes, I live with my father solely; my mother died when I was only 12. We were in an accident in which my father survived. However, I was seriously injured, as was my mother. It turned out to be...I'm not going to go into detail. That's where I became mute. The doctor claims that because I struck my head so hard, the nerve controlling my voice chord was damaged, perhaps impairing my ability to talk in the future. That was a horrible history of which I have only faint memories.

So ignore about it, and look at the form of an apple; it's strange. Dad still isn't used to cooking, but he does everything for me. I have enormous regard for him. He wants to assist me, but I'm obstinate and independent like my mother, and I want to handle my own problems.

'How about we have some takeout?' I waved my hand in a symbol. He gave me a thumbs-up and phoned a number.

"One whole meal of chicken nuggets and a coke, please," he responded after a time and ended the conversation. He knows how much I enjoy chicken nuggets. I smiled at him, and he began going into the kitchen. Oh wait, it is my time to wash the dishes.

I slam towards the kitchen and pulled his body away from the counter. He glanced at me perplexedly. I pointed to the refrigerator, where our responsibilities were split, and today was my time.

I put on gloves and began cleaning them.

The bell sounded after a few minutes, and here we go. "Your delivery, sir," my father looked at door soaking his damp hands in his apron before heading to the door.

"Ah yes yes, you seem new"

"Yeah, i recently joined"

"oh okay, would you like to join us?"

I opened the door wide and signaled him, 'You cannot welcome anyone to our house.'

"Why can't I?"

'They're strangers, dad.'

"Tanya?" I looked around and was surprised. I widened my eyes.

"Do you know each other?" said my father, glancing at me.

'He is the playboy of the school.'

"He's the playboy of your school!" he said, repeating my remarks.

'Dad, don't just say my words in front of him.'

"Oh, sorry," he said, placing his fingers to his mouth, and I tried not to stare at him. We three became uneasy, and then my father cleared his throat.

"So now you must come inside.Do you have any work left?" He spoke to him and stood upright, his gaze shifting from me to him.

"No, this was the last delivery. I hope you do not mind me inside."

"Oh, just come on, my dude" I swear to God, he is so friendly with everyone that I worry about him. I stepped aside to clear the way.

I felt embarrassed to look at myself. I was still wearing an apron with cat images. I entered the kitchen and pulled out the apron. I served two glasses of water and brought them outdoors. I kept it on the table in front of him. Stand two steps back.

"Why do you work?" There he goes again, breaching privacy. I scowled at him, and he kept his mouth firm. "sorry for that, you don't have to answer me"

He took the glass of water and drank it. He was about to speak when his phone rang. He excused himself and went to take a call.

I turned to face my father and spoke him about everything. We argued for a few minutes before he returned inside and we settled into our positions.

"Sorry, sir, but I need to leave. Home call," he murmured, grabbing his luggage.

"Oh, do not worry. Take care on the road. Say goodbye to him, Tanya!" he moves on. I was looking at my dad and wondering what the hell was up with my father today. I looked at him, and he said goodbye, but I just smiled faintly. I was weirded out when he grinned back.