Ariche Point of View

"Are you scared?"

"Absolutely not."

"Then you must have no problem with my suggestion." I shrugged, getting amused by a criminal classmate who looks very scared but begs to differ.

I can literally see the ocean of fear typhooning in his eyes. He doesn't have good pair of eyes anyway so they can only show the cyclone and typhoon emotions clearly.

I am not a judgmental person. I hate to judge someone over their looks or their status which they have no control on but whenever I see this ex-classmate of mine, several references of characters comes to my mind.

Denis Martin looks like a just-a-moment-ago- castrated person whenever he is disgruntled. I don't know if he really feels the pain of lack of substance or was it his camouflage trick for me.

"F**k the Satan with a rusted rod. You got to be kidding my life." He swore.

Ah yes, whenever he is extremely angry, his face folds itself looking like a diaper used for several times.Both messy and unhealthy.

Hugging himself, he wrapped his hand to his back and drew a black metal from his pant. Unlocking it, he pointed the gun towards me and shook it before me with a very evil smirk.

"Say goodbye to the world, you will have to leave now." He walked towards me in threatening steps with a kind of unattractive swag.

"Are you really The Denis Martin, my ex-classmate and my bench mate?" I asked not moving an inch from my place.

I mean, let's be clear, this man might be a very scary person but he doesn't scare me.

The only nightmare I get is from the way he sneers at me. It is not the sneer that scares me, but the result of his face.

If you copy paste his sneering picture beside a picture of blob fish, I cannot tell who is who.

"Did you forget I'm not scared of guns?" I'm not impressed at all. We spent four years in the university as bench mates and already forgot most of our memories.

"What if I kill you now? No one will know what happened to you and most importantly the proofs you gloat about will not be found. A double win for me, what say."

His words made me laugh out loudly and not to be boasting about it but my laughter is as sweet as that of a dying seal.

The sound of my laughter made me feel good. It is like music to my ears.

"I'm saying I will kill you and all you do is laugh? This is a real gun. I will really kill you." He said, dramatically waving his hands all over the place.

"Boss, we are here. Let me kill her for you." Just the right time.

Frugal ran inside, followed by Mr. Beggar who looked quite lost and confused. Denis' Mansion can get you confused if it is your first time here.

Since I come here frequently, I'm quite used to all the mazes.

Looking back at the Boss and assistant duo holding guns of their own at me, I sighed shaking my head bemused.

"Can I please have a mirror?" I asked reaching out my hand.

"Eh?" The three men responded in unison. Mr. Beggar reached me in two long strides and started nudging me with his elbow.

"I want to see if there is 'fool' written on my face." I grinned as I gave a pat of assurance to Mr. Beggar.

Wait, why is he here anyways?

Don't tell me Frugal succeeded in hiring Mr. Beggar?

I can't let him take my treasure!He is my soon-to-be-adopted!

"What do you mean?" Both the boss and assistant spoke in same tone.

"I know you will have dirty ideas in your mind against me so I gathered the soft copy of the evidences and put them on a timer mail. If I don't go and discard the mail, they will be sent to the media and police as per the set time."As those words left my mouth, the criminal duo stiffened, their hold on the guns loosened, their mouth agape, eyes shaking and breathe erratic.

I am a great psychologist.

I am future world famous counselor.

I am the very definition of clever.

I am an idol of negativity and an equator of humanity.

And these two criminal men are trying to bring me down? Like seriously?

"If you were the second last in our class, I am the last. As a second last if you have such attitude, then as a proud last ranker,how clever and prepared I would be?"Silly man.

Denis? More like minus in penis! The only negative aspect in him.

"Hey, girl, Ariche, let them be, we will get out of here now. Why didn't you bring food for me today?" Mr. Beggar caught my arm and attempted to pull me but what is the use of all the food I eat if it is not used to keep up with my strength.

"No, Mr. Beggar. I need him for the propaganda. I need his confirmation."

"Hold on, who the f**k are you?" Denis asked in all seriousness when his attention is transferred from me to the newcomer Mr. Beggar.

"Ah, boss, he was the one I told you about." Frugal provided the answer and Mr. Beggar bowedsimultaneous.

"That is that, what is with you, nutcase? How can you ask an active criminal to participate in your propaganda?"

"He is right." Mr. Beggar supported Denis making me even more adamant on the subject.

"He doesn't want to help me; he is even trying to take you away from my welfare hands; in the end I won't have anything. Although having nothing is a good think for a pessimer, it is alright to have nothing in something that has nothing to do with me than have nothing in something that has to do with me. It makes me feel something."

The three men mulled over silently for a few minutes before Frugal scratched his head as he passed on a pitiful glance towards Mr. Beggar.

"Then you have only one of the two. You can either choose to take boss for the propaganda or adopt your Mr. Beggar. If you want boss for the publicity, then forget about this homeless guy, he will be mine."

"What? Absolutely not." Mr. Beggar exclaimed as his eyes rolled back to the back of his head.

I can have only one?

I glanced between Denis and Mr. Beggar several times and arrived at a decision pretty easily.

I want both. It is just that I will only take one to get another one way or the other.

"Then I will adopt Mr. Beggar." I answered.

"I will work for Master." Mr. Beggar countered without a second delay. "Didn't I say I don't want to be adopted by you?"

"I am not adopting you as my husband." I replied back thinking over all the variables.

"Thank goodness." Mr. Beggar released a sigh of relief but soon his small smile turned down.

"I will not marry your Nanna too." He confirmed firmly.

He doesn't want my Nanna? I thought he liked the idea of being with her?

Did the impending date affect his decision?

"Okay. Then I decided how to take care of you." I said with negative determination.

"Great. Why don't you both leave and discuss this among yourselves?" Denis the minus penis grit out but with a smile.

Oh yes, when he smiles his face is ninety nine percent similar to 'no face' character from the movie 'spirited away'.

Narrowing my eyes at the criminal duo, I nodded my head slowly as I held Mr. Beggar's hand to take him out of here. I stopped right at the door and turned back to look at the both.

"Right, I forgot to tell you." I started. "You know how insecure I am about taking decisions so –" I left hanging, creating some psychological war atmosphere.

"So?" He inquired softly.

"So I decided not to take any decision on leaving you out of the publicity stunt yet."I am really a very insecure person when it comes to taking decisions.

That is one of the reasons why I have negative mindset.

"W-wha – isn't that still a decision?" Frugal asked but by the time it was asked completely, I and Mr. Beggar are already out of their lair.

Coming back to the matter in hand, I thought of good idea that satisfies both me and Mr. Beggar.

"How about you help me by making me your assistant?" Mr. Beggar suggested even before hearing out my idea.

Hearing him say that he wants to be my assistant, I understood clearly that he started appreciating my way and motto of life.

"You want to be my assistant?" I asked back and he nodded unhesitant.

"Then it is."

"Am I really your assistant?" I nodded confirming him.

"Only an assistant that help you with your work?" I nodded.

"Nothing more?" To this I did not shake my head.

"I adopt you as my assistant." I notice him exhaling loudly as he raised his head and looked happily at the dark night sky.

"And –"

He instantly looked down at me, a frown replacing his happy wrinkles.

"And?"

"And I also adopt you as my Nanna's fiancée. One plus one special offer."

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