Touch Me!
S2 - Fried Chicken

It was a bright morning, but not as bright as Nathan's heart, who was now in a rage. I don't know what happened to that handsome guy. All day he looked upset and barely wanted to talk. Sammy could count the words that came out of Nathan's mouth. Not much, only thirty-six words had come out of his mouth all day. He answered a few simple questions. Yes, no, good, ugly, repeat again! , go there!, don't want to!, whatever!, don't upset me!. It was only those words that he kept saying.

" Than-than, what's wrong with you? " Sammy asked with a stern look. Understandably, he was confused about doing work that required him to discuss a lot with Nathan.

Nathan stares at Sammy for daring to call out a strange name that Berly previously only called him that.

" Don't you dare call my name that way! "

Sammy smiled too this time. After a day of muscle on his face working only to frown, it can now be used to smile. Good, before his face shrunk and grew old in just a matter of days.

" Then come back like Nathan's workaholic. If you're quieter than before, I'm dizzy, you know? "

Nathan grieves but is reluctant to answer Sammy's annoying remarks. Sammy who felt Nathan could talk, finally decided to discuss a document that had been left alone since morning.

The other thing Sammy talked about, the rags Nathan was thinking about. Actually he wanted to ask something, but his mouth felt so hard to move today. Especially if until Sammy misunderstood, Sammy blong mouth can babble to and fro. Not to mention for sure he would ask for a reward in order to keep his mouth shut. Understandably, what is in Sammy's brain is only money, money, money, and money. The no more again.

" What do you think? " Task Sammy after submitting the contents of the document that he had previously described.

" I don't know, maybe he's with that drunken prank. " Nathan said with a blank look.

Sammy who knew that if Nathan did not listen to what he explained, he felt annoyed but could only scratch his head as an impingement from his frustration.

Uh, wait! what did he say? pissed drunk? doesn't that nickname belong to the prince of his dreams Ivi? so from the morning he thought about Ivi huh? hehe.

" Nathan, do you miss him? "

Nathan, who began to realize from his daydream, now frowned and pulled out Sammy's head.

" What are you talking about? "

Eh? already conscious huh?

Sammy sighed and pulled out his phone.

" I think I want to eat fried chicken. " Sammy said while pretending to slide the phone screen down to look around for the number of the owner of the subscription fried chicken. The tail of his eyes glanced over to see how Nathan was expression. And sure enough, he secretly stole a glance at Sammy's phone.

" uh! but I'm tired of eating fried chicken. What about pizza? uh huh? yep! just pizza. "

Nathan hit Sammy's back reflex.

" Don't eat pizza! don't you usually prefer fried chicken?! " Nathan felt guilty for hitting Sammy, he just cleared his throat and pretended nothing had happened.

Of course Sammy's upset, but what else? Nathan is the son of the man who adopted him. Nathan is also his best friend. Inevitably he could only beat Nathan to the point of bleeding in his imagination alone.

" Yes, I'll order chicken. " Sammy's words succeeded in making Nathan smile even though he tried to throw away his face, of course Sammy knows the damn smile.

Fucking demons! smiling so blushingly, do you think I'll just let it go?

" But I want to eat the chicken that's near the office. It looks like it's better. " Sammy again shifted his phone screen pretending to look for the phone number of the restaurant in question.

" Don't be crazy! don't you like spicy?! " Nathan's protests that seem to be stirring are unclear.

" Well, the chicken is just squeezed, don't use chili is okay. "

" Can't! " Nathan got up from his seat just to ban Sammy.

" why? "

Nathan gulped his saliva then fell silent for a moment to think for an excuse.

" That, the restaurant was cheating. Yesterday the chicken sold was dead. "

Sammy was flabbergasted but also wanted to laugh, thankfully he could bear the laughter.

Nathan moved his eyeballs to the right and to the left in a confused search for what else.

" chickens, chickens... "

" Why chicken? "

" Chickens are unhygienic. Yesterday I saw for myself the way the chef cooked the chicken. He scratched the armpits, then dug out the nasal dirt, and scratched the head. After that, he held onto his chicken without washing his hands first. You want to eat chickens contaminated with millions of viruses? " Nathan looked at Sammy with round eyes but unfocused. Of course, because Nathan's not the one who's used to lying.

Hahahahah, my God, if you were my sister, I would have stuck your head in a hole. What kind of a lack of work are you? fried chicken near the office, you think there is?

" Oh my goodness! I forgot to. " Sammy said after punching his eel using his palm.

" What? " Task Nathan confused.

" Fried chicken that is near the office, seems to only exist in my dreams. So, where and when did you see that disgusting thing? " Sammy smiled cunningly as Nathan turned his gaze while rubbing his nape.

" i, too, just seemed to be dreaming. " Nathan said but didn't dare to look at Sammy's bead.

Goddamnit! I am why the hell?!

" Do I ask Ivi to take my favorite butter fried chicken? " Task Nathan to himself. But surely the tail of his eyes faithfully peeked at Nathan's foolish expression that he had never seen before. Nathan smiled faintly with a head that nodded with a look of his spirit.

" But I'm bored, but I'm hungry, but if I don't eat later I'm chakiet. ah, but if I eat chicken, I'll throw up because I'm bored. " Sammy was weighing his own opinion.

" Eat it eat it! you were just confused! but, but, but, but, but! I'm tired of hearing that you know?! you usually eat fried chicken every day. Why did you suddenly get bored?! if you eat, just order the usual fried chicken! NOW!!! " Nathan stood up. His index finger was also sharply straight towards Sammy who was widening in shock.

Sammy nodded quickly then immediately contacted Ivi. One, two missed calls. And on the third call, then the call was received by Ivi.

" Hello Ivi? "

Da?

" Can we get some chicken? "

I can't, I'm with my dad.

" Please...." Sammy pleaded as Nathan kept staring at her.

Sorry, my dad is sick. You just ask my boss to drive him to you.

" What?! lt hurts?! " Nathan looked at Sammy with a questionable look. As if asking who is sick and who is sick?

" Do you need a big fee? " Ask Sammy.

Can I trouble you? if I may, can I borrow it? I promise I'll pay it by slashing.

Sammy smiled and gave Nathan his thumb. Another of Sammy, Nathan who can't hear anything can only frown in confusion.

" Of course, but you have to help me too. "

All right, whatever I'm gonna do.

" Married to my friend? "

Ivi was silent for a moment.

Ja. Alright.

The To Be Continued.