My Best Friend

Chapter 12

3rd Person POV

Ming was on his way to buy lunch for Wayo and himself, but stopped on his track thinking that he should buy Wayo, his pink milk first. For they didn't get time to have breakfast since they were running late and he knew that Wayo must be really hungry and was much in need of his pink milk to ease his hunger and tired body.

"A bottle of Pink Milk, please." Ming told the Aunt who nodded with a smile. While Girls on the stall started whispering about how handsome he was and how it was so cute that someone so cool could be so cute to drink pink milk. To which Ming just shrugged it off as he gave the money to the aunt and took the bottle of pink mink after saying a small thanks to the aunt and gave his signature smile to the girls as he made his way to the table where he had left Wayo.

As the table came into vision, a wave of anger crashed inside Ming when he saw Phana sitting opposite to Wayo. Ming placed the bottle of pink Milk on a table near him with a thud as he marched towards the Wayo and Phana furiously.

As he was approaching, he saw that Phana had placed his hands upon Wayo's, which only resulted in adding fuel to Ming's anger. Ming speeded his pace as he felt his anger getting ahead of him. Ming forgot every rationality that he had in him and snatched away Wayo's hands from Phana as soon as he reached the table.

Both Wayo and Phana looked over at Ming who was glaring daggers to Phana as he griped on Wayo's hand. "We are going back."

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Ming and Wayo were now away from the cafeteria. Ming was busy dragging Wayo, who was stumbling on his feet as he followed behind.

Wayo was having trouble keeping pace with Ming and the tight grip on his wrist was not really helping at all as it started stinging.

"MING!" Wayo called trying to prey his hand out of Ming's grip but Ming didn't buzzed at all. Even though Wayo's cries fell in deaf ears, Wayo still struggled himself to get his wrist out of Ming's grip.

Ming came to a halt as they reached the car, which made Wayo feel relived thinking that maybe Ming would let go of him now but as he saw Ming turned to him with frustrated eyes, he knew he was wrong. Wayo looked up to Ming to find him staring at him staring back at him, sending shivers down his spine. Ming eyes were furious with anger and frustration which made Wayo lower his head in fear. Wayo had never seen Ming so furious like this. Wayo didn't know what he did to make Ming so angry.

But little did Wayo know that Ming's anger was not in a slightest bit directed to him but to the person they left behind. Ming was actually more on the frustrated side towards Wayo or you could say worried. Ming was frustrated because Wayo just sat there doing nothing and letting the other person do everything and worried that Wayo would just go back to that person just like in the dream, where Wayo walked away from him and he could do nothing to stop him. And remembering that filled Ming in agony.

"Do you really want to go back to him? Is that why you are struggling so much?" Ming blasted feeling his anger reeling up while his grip got tighter on Wayo's hand trying to stop Wayo from struggling but it only ended up as Wayo struggled more to get away.

"Ming, it hurts." Wayo said struggling looking at Ming in fear. But Wayo's cries went into deaf ear as Ming got angrier looking at Wayo trying so hard to get away from him.

Ming didn't acknowledge Wayo's answer as he got more frustrated seeing Wayo was still struggling. "Stop struggling." Ming shouted and jerked Wayo's hand up to his face.

Wayo felt a searing pain up in his hands as Ming jerked his hands up. Wayo had no idea why Ming was acting like that. Ming had never been this furious before and actually Wayo had never had to face this scary side of Ming at all. And so, this was all new to him, and this scared Wayo the most. Rather than the searing pain that Wayo was feeling, the furiousness and anger in Ming's eyes made Wayo want to hide away from Ming.