:I Hate Girls

Aixela's Pov:

ARGHHH! I should have just pushed him out of the bathroom earlier. The madman is really annoying!

"Oh? What a pity paper? It's so wrinkled," said a voice from behind me. It's the female police officer. "Do you have a problem?" She asked.

I just shook my head and forced a smile.

"Are you annoyed with Officer Dy?" She asked that caused me to be surprised. "You're under his protection, right? That's why you're living with him in his house for now?"

I nodded sparingly.

"He was really annoying at first, but when you get to know him, you can see that he is also a soft person," She said.

I got curious, so I wrote on paper and showed that to her. [Did he already show you his soft side?]

She smiled first before she told the story.

"Just after the trial, where we testified in a case when someone tried to kill me. I was about to get in my car, but Officer Dy suddenly called me and ran towards me. He pulled me and we both jumped out due to the impact of the explosion. When I woke up, I was already in the hospital and he was the first person that I saw. 'Are you feeling well?', that's what he asked me," She narrated.

"He said he heard a man planning to kill me because of my testimony in the case. They planted a bomb in my car and because of that, he stopped me from getting in my car. He saved my life and guarded me until I wake up," She continued. "I didn't think he would do that because he's a very cold person, he doesn't seem to care about the surroundings. But that day, I saw how worried he is about me. That side of him that I think very few see and know."

"That's why you like him?" I showed her the paper I had written on causing her eyes to widen. I seemed to be getting too inquisitive, so I put my palm on my hand and bowed my head to apologize for being a gossip girl.

"It's alright. Don't worry," She laughed at me. "Is it too obvious that I like him?"

I don't know how to react so I just smiled.

"Do you think, he knows I like him?" She asked. I shook my head. "Uhm, do you think there's a chance he'll like me?" She asked again.

I wrote on the paper and showed it to her. [You're beautiful and kind. It's not impossible for him to like you.]

She smiled. "Does that mean you're going to help me with him?" My eyes widened at her question. "Because you're the one he's with most of the time, especially when you're together at home. So you're the only one who can help me."

I smiled and shook my head. "Wait, don't tell me you like him too?". I immediately waved my hands because of what she said. She didn't seem to believe so I wrote on paper. [I have a boyfriend.]

"Really? Lucky you, he agreed that you'll stay at Officer Dy's house first."

[We trust each other] I showed her the note.

"That's very nice," She complimented. "Oh! There's Officer Dy. I'll just give this to him. Talk to you again later," She said before finally approaching him.

I saw Officer Dy rejected her again. When she looked at me, I showed her a thumbs up to say it was ok and to cheer her up.

After a few moments, Officer Dy called me and said we're going to the grocery store. I remember he wants me to make yogurt again. Before we finally left, I saw Officer Yzerman and she gestured as if reminding me of the favor she asked me for. I just nodded as if saying 'Don't worry about it'.

When we bought the ingredients, I started making yogurt while he was just watching like an amazed young child. I can't help but laugh at him.

"Why?" He asked.

"Is this your first time watching a beautiful woman making yogurt?" I joked.

He just looked at me. "I'm just curious about how you're doing it. Where did you learn that?"

"My boyfriend taught me this. It's delicious, isn't it?" I said. "He likes to experiment. That's why I really really really like him. He's nice, he's kind, he's also handsome."

He just looked at me and had no reaction.

"You want to see his picture? Here," I said and showed him the wallpaper of my phone. He just looked at it for a moment.

"Then?" He uttered.

"Well, I'm just sharing. Why you gotta be so rude?" I rolled my eyes.

He just raised his eyebrow.

"Oh, you don't have a girlfriend, that's why," I patted his back. "It's alright..."

He immediately removed my hand.

"You know, find a girlfriend and ask her to make this yogurt," I said. "The female police officer who always gives you drinks. I think you two look good together. What do you think?"

He crossed his arms and leaned on the wall. "Did she tell you that?"

"Huh?"

"Did she tell you to bring the two of us closer?"

"H-huh? No! Of course not!"

"Don't try. It won't work either," He said and straightened up.

"And why?"

"'Because I don't like girls."

"What?"

He leaned forward closer to me and bent slightly to make our eyes line up. "I hate girls," He said, and walked into his room.