The Price of Sainthood
I'm really gini the guy

With her hands propping up her chin, Lara stared intently at Dante who was sitting on the opposite seat with a sullen face. However, instead of feeling guilty for Lara, Dante still plays his phone with a nonchalant attitude. He sat on his back, while his legs were left hanging on the handle of the chair with his leisure while occasionally rocking.

It had been three hours they had been in the middle-class cafe where the young man slang, but no conversation had taken place so far. Dante did not touch the dishes and drinks that Lara ordered for him. Didn't she thirst?

Lowering her hands and leaning forward, Lara called out to Dante in a soft half-whispering tone. "Dante ...."

Instead of answering with a word, Dante just stared at Lara at a glance, then returned to the screen of his phone.

Seeing how Dante was reacting, Lara suddenly gritted her teeth and chuckled in restraint. "Dante!"

"What the hell!" sambar Dante with a dislike expression.

"Until when are we gonna be like this?" Lara tried to demean the intonation of the voice as she spoke, refraining from anger exploding.

It was obvious that he was mixed with annoyance. It's been groomed as pretty as possible, but her date just ignores it. He was a human, not a human-shaped statue wearing expensive clothes. As Lara recalls, Dante is also not amnesiac until he forgets himself sitting there. So, why was the young man still reluctant to look at him?

"You mean?" dante asked with a frown, acting as if he did not understand. She knows how Lara feels right now.

"Dante ...." Lara still spoke Dante's name gently, stretching her chest to be patient despite actually wanting to swallow Dante round and round. "In a moment we're fiancee, can you be a little gentle with me? Sedikiiiit, aja. Not much." Lara purposely shows her hand that holds the tip of the thumb together with the forefinger, convincing the 'little' word she just expressed, hoping that Dante will understand and follow her wishes. However, the answer that was then thrown from Dante's lips actually made him more upset.

"Sorrys. I can't."

Lara. His mouth was also slightly open. His teeth then gritted as the young man in front of him remained engrossed in playing his phone.

"Can't! What do you mean, huh!" Lara looks at Dante and subconsciously hits the table, but Dante responds to Lara's anger with her usual body language.

"That's because of your outrageous attitude, Dante! Could it not, my treatment with more sweet? Yes, although not love, but you can try it, right? Lying isn't pa-pa either. I don't have a problem!"

"Long ...?" Dante repeated a single word from Lara's sentence earlier in a dismissive tone. He lowered his legs to stand on the floor, then leaned forward and looked at Lara like a scorn. "Lo ask me to lie? You want, just me to be a toy?"

For whatever sake, Dante's words were like a heart-wrenching pain. The word 'toys' that Lara heard was like an harassing sentence. Which playboy youth generally use against girls ******. But the concept here is clearly different. Dante who accepted their own matchmaking. Really painful.

"Keep .. want you what Dante! If not love, what would you like to be betrothed? Why are you getting married!" screeched Lara while holding back her cries with all her might. Even so he still raised his chin and returned Dante's gaze sharply.

"You being betrothed doesn't mean love, Lara." Dante sighed softly as he put his phone on the table. He refocused his eyes on Lara. Talking as calmly as possible so as not to aggravate the atmosphere. "Gue nerima this matchmaking only for my devotion to Papa doang, times. Not more."

Dante paused his speech as he saw the shock on Lara's face. The girl gaped, then shook her head in disbelief.

"Gue's a real fan of his," continued Dante again. "Can't be forced to deal with feelings. Okay, consider me a robot that you want to take with you anywhere, can also be used to do anything. But sorry. If to be sweet like someone else, I can't" he said.

"But .. soon we're engaged to be married, Dante. How can we live together without love?" lirih Lara with a trembling voice. His clear eyeballs began to show ripples that then overflowed wet the face.

People say a woman's weapon is tears. Maybe by crying Lara thought Dante would feel pity and change his thinking.

He had felt proud when Dante slightly unraveled his genuine smile even though thin. Looks like the effort went well. However, damn. He misjudged. Dante's next words actually made Lara grow furious.

"Yes, if you can't bear to cancel the matchmaking! Easy, right?" Patting Lara's shoulders attentively, Dante then passed by. Leaving behind Lara who was clenching her hands while bowing her head.