THE BATTLEFIELD OF LOVE
Part 138's. You Don't Need Say Anything
POV James
Jen looked at me when I said she was my sister. Is there something wrong with that? I consider it part of the family. He's the one I have to protect, that's all I understand.
Kenneth my best friend, Mom, my dad knew him well when we were together. Was it wrong for him. I've considered him my sister.
"I'm not your brother James. Don't act like my brother. You want to date, let's do it. So that ******it's upset and I don't mind." He's looking at me now, I never thought he thought that way. After Fred's been fighting for almost a year, then that son of a bitch Andrew?
"You're not kidding..."
"Where am I kidding?" He expecting me? I think he's close to Tom. The handsome Tom also seemed to be able to be a good interlocutor to him after Andrew that un-expected bastard.
"You're Kenneth's sister."
"Then, why if I'm Kenneth's sister."
I can't answer that. And he seems upset too. He turned around leaving me.
I didn't think he could say this. What am I supposed to do now.
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I am confused to face it. He didn't say anything after that. On the one hand, I don't want to get too deeply involved, have someone, have a bond, Clarence's departure because of an accident still traumatizes me about what it is to love and lose. I treated Jen as the little sister I had to protect, I was angry that Andrew hurt her, I was afraid she was hurt for something, but to say love? I don't know.
Sometimes I feel like he's there to make myself come back to life after losing Clarence and Mama.
After all, uncertain circumstances like this, being in charge of a serious relationship requires a lot of things. Do I like it, I don't know.I think my relationship with him from the past was a brother with a sister, because I don't have a sister, there's an older brother. So like Kenneth I treated him as the little brother I loved. Maybe even I'm more tolerant of him than Kenneth, his own brother.
How to explain to him.
“Jen.” This time he came to change my bandage as usual.
“Hmm..” He didn't mention our conversation last afternoon.
“Tak to talk about.” He immediately cut me off, while he changed the bandage behind my back. “I know you don't want to have a serious relationship right now. All I'm saying is I'm not your sister. I know you're good to me because of our past relationships, you've always been good to me, but you're not my brother. Maybe for you I'm not the kind of girl you like, that's okay. You can say it frankly. So don't talk about it anymore. Stay this way..”
Stay this way. If he had already said this obviously the circumstances changed.
“It's done, the stitching wound has dried perfectly, I think in 2-3 days you can pull out the sewing thread. Does it still hurt?”
“Slight.”
“I go first okay.”
“Iya. Thanks Jen.” He just smiled and left me alone in the room without saying anything more.
Keep it this way, while everything has clearly changed. The confusing thing.
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“Tom, the person who shot me has been released?” I met with Tom the next day as he was helping Emergecy and the general clinic complete a fairly crowded refugee wave today.
“But Doc. The mayor still holds him.”
“Why he still holds it.”
“The man still blames the mayor for holding his daughter here.”
“Begukah.” I think they solved the problem.
“It seems that person is very stubborn.”
“You're right, he's a rich man who thinks he's the ruler of a region. He's got a wide ranch here, he's like a ruler in his own town.”