On the way back from Seriz, Lyon didn't say much to Petra. Lyon even tends to avoid talking to Petra. Distracting himself from Petra's series of questions about what Lyon had said to his parents at home, about how Lyon introduced Petra to his parents as Lyon's future wife, the cold-eyed, selfish, selfless, and inhumane young man. What a joke that Petra thought nothing of it.
"So your real goal of returning to Seriz is just to make me a victim to take revenge on your father, right?" Petra hissed irritably. For the umpteenth time, Lyon always pretende
d not to hear and looked out the car window when Petra spoke to him.
"We'll talk later," Lyon replied briefly. Without turning away from the window.
"You don't even dare to look at me, do you. What do you want, spoiled child?" complained Petra frustratedly, Petra's voice a little louder without the girl noticing.
Making Lyon reflexively scratching his ears because of the loud voice of the girl beside him.
It was useless for Petra to talk until his mouth was foaming just to get a definite answer to convince himself that what Lyon said about a future wife was mere nonsense.
A statement that Lyon unconsciously made because he was angry with his parents. However, whatever the reason ... still, it was too much for Petra.
The next day, Metropol High School students are enjoying their lunch in the school canteen or scattered around the corners of the school garden for those who bring their lunch. Likewise, with Petra who was eating the supplies he brought, Petra sat on one of the park benches near the fountain.
The blue sky and the white clouds in the sky and the hot sun did not necessarily make the girl with shoulder-length hair feel hot sitting alone. Chewing his food while looking at the beautiful flowers in front of him. Petra tried not to think about what happened last night. But it failed uselessly in the next second. Making Petra frustrated and losing her appetite.
Petra is not without friends, it's just that today he wants to enjoy his day alone. Petra is still too upset because Lyon is just joking with his new friends at Metropol High School. So there was Petra, spending the last hour of his painstakingly eating up the rest of his lunch.
"This is the course schedule that I have to follow. From now on you also have to come with me," said Lyon who suddenly came out of nowhere and then casually threw a notebook containing the schedule that Lyon meant.
"What is this? And what right have you to ask me to come along?" snapped Petra for a moment after briefly reading the contents of the note that Lyon had given him.
"What do you say? Of course, there are, more accurately described as obligations. After I gave you quite a lot of money yesterday. You can't refuse, can you?" Lyon replied, who was sitting beside Petra.
The young man spoke while looking up at the sky as if his cold gaze could penetrate the blue sky to turn the sky to gray when the sky was raining. Cloudy.
"Oh ... then how about the future wife joke you also said yesterday? I'm not sure it's also in the agreement?" shrieked Petra, who couldn't stop thinking with the cold-faced alien incarnation youth beside him.
"It's not a joke. Don't worry, you don't have to think about it too much now. Or maybe you want to ask me to ask you out on a date to make it look real?" Lyon laughed halfheartedly. Lyon continues to look up at the sky. As if he was thinking about something complicated.
"Dating you say? Like you did with the other girls and took them to the hotel?" Petra hissed, getting sick of talking to the fake humans from the Andromeda galaxy.
"Oh ... that one. You also want me to take me to a hotel like them? But sorry, right now I'm not in the mood to do it. There are a lot of things we have to do. The reports and balance sheets give my head a headache. Besides, it's wrong. stupid girls themselves, they ... volunteered to go out with me." said Lyon without a burden. It's like going out with lots of girls is just like going out to the mall or something.
"You mean ... it's their fault for being consumed by your disgusting seduction, is that it?" Petra said, emphasizing every word. As a girl, Petra was very offended by the words of Lyon who took his despicable behavior lightly.
"Right. What do you think of me?" asked Lyon curiously. Glanced at Petra. Lyon found that Petra's expression of displeasure was very obvious to make his eyebrows lift by themselves.
"Playboy is disgusting," Petra replied quickly, without thinking. An unexpected answer for Lyon.
"That's it. That's good. But remember, after school, you have to come with me to play golf." Lyon ordered then walked away.
"What does this mean? Monday, archery. Tuesday, tennis. Wednesday, horse riding. Thursday, golf. Friday, swimming ... how about my job at the cafe?" roared Petra in disbelief at Lyon's agenda for a week full of sweat-draining physical activities.
Petra is getting frustrated with the schedule on Thursday, today. The reason is, Petra does not know anything related to golf. A sport that is usually done by the rich, which is filled with more chatter does not come in. At least that's the picture that Petra often saw when watching dramas on television with Mia's aunt before.
After school, in front of the school gate, a black car was waiting for Petra. Of course, it is Lyon. They, no, he meant that Lyon forced him to go to a golf course not far from the school. About fifteen minutes away by car. The sudden drop in drizzle only made Petra's mood more erratic since last night.
Without realizing it, the car that was carrying them started moving slowly. It turned out that they had arrived at the parking lot of a metallic green building that was striking among the other buildings on the street. The building is the headquarters of a golf sports club whose members consist of wealthy people throughout Metropol, of course. Petra shuddered with horror at the thought of what to expect inside the building.
"What's wrong with you? Are you afraid?" Lyon investigated noticing Petra's unusual behavior.
"Hmmm ... I don't have to do anything right? There's a lot of homework to do today," grumbled Petra, following Lyon from behind.
"You don't have to worry. Just finish up some of the reports and balance sheets that I gave you last night." Lyon replied lowering his voice because several people passed them in the lobby of the building.
"Very well. But I'm not sure I can finish today." cried Petra softly.
Thinking about herself miraculously, which Petra never expected before, she fell into a problem with Lyon. The foreign young man Petra hated his reputation for.
-TBC-