I'll Teach You, Marianne.

Due to the sheer number of tasks, Anne and Linda had decided not to go to the flower shop for the past two weeks and let Paul handle the shop alone. He had also said that he could manage the shop by himself. Moreover, Paul was already adept at arranging bouquets and serving customers. Anne herself also had great faith in Paul. She had repeatedly tested Paul's honesty and the results were that Paul really could be trusted. After coming home from campus, Anne and Linda went to the bookstore to look for additional references. 

"Anne, I'm hungry," Linda whispered softly to Anne when she had been in the shop for almost two hours.

"Patience, I'm looking for something." Anne answered slowly as she continued to sit on the floor looking at the rows of famous pianist books.

"I was curious about you. Why are you so happy to buy books like that? Are you a music student like Edward?" asked Linda curtly.

"Isn't it to like something we don't necessary have to be like them?" asked Anne with a sweet smile.

"What do you mean? I don't understand, Anne," Linda asked back in confusion.

Anne smiled when she saw the book she wanted was in the second row from the bottom.

"Mozart again? Oh my God, you already have a lot of books about Mozart, Anne," cried Linda in surprise when she saw Anne took a book about Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart (27 January 1756 – 5 December 1791). 

"When we like clothes from a certain fashion designer, does that mean we have to dislike clothes from other designers? That's not true, right? It's the same as what I do, Linda. Even though I'm not a music student, but I like the works of legends who had contributed greatly in this field of music, so there's nothing wrong with this, right?" answered Anne quietly, hugging her new book to her chest.

"Yes, there's nothing wrong with that, but you're so fanatical about the composer, Anne," Linda said quietly as she followed behind Anne to the cashier.

Anne was just silent hearing Linda's words. For her, getting a new book about Mozart or Beethoven was a joy in itself. After finishing with an additional search for references in the bookstore, Anne and Linda finally went to find a fast food restaurant to eat before heading home. When Anne was enjoying her early dinner, she accidentally saw Steffi shopping at an expensive French bag shop across the street from the restaurant she was currently at. 

"What did you see, Anne?" Linda asked curiously as she continued to chew her food.

"It's nothing, I just saw a row of expensive bag shops across the street," replied Anne, lying slightly.

"Oh that, do you want to buy one? You can afford it, Anne," said Linda quickly.

"I'm not interested, Linda. It's better to have an ordinary bag with a debit card worth millions of dollars in it, Instead of having an expensive bag with only a credit card which will give you headaches because you have to pay the installments," said Anne was flat.

"The important thing is style, Anne," said Linda again.

Hearing Linda's words, Anne smiled. She was reminded again of Steffi, who was shopping for bags made of crocodile skin at the bag shop in front of the restaurant where she was now.

"That's why a lot of women who spend everything they can to get whatever they want even if it has to be done in inappropriate ways." Anne mumbled softly while smiling and looking at Steffi who was circling in the shop, carrying her new bag in front of the saleswoman who was serving her.

"So it is, it's no wonder, Anne. Well, let's stop talking about women like that, Anne. They are women who are not on the same level as us who work hard. So don't be jealous of women like that, because believe me, they will never be calm before getting whatever they want. Even though they have hoarded gold now, because it is human nature to be greedy, Anne, so you don't have to be surprised," said Linda again, wiping her lips with a tissue and leaving the table to the sink.

Anne smiled hearing Linda's words. She didn't expect Linda to say something like that, even though all she knew was Linda was the most indifferent person and didn't care when she saw many women wearing expensive things walking around campus or in public places, where they used to hang out together. Anne actually knew that Linda could afford to buy expensive things like that, because Linda also came from a fairly well-off family, but Linda was just like herself, who didn't like luxurious style like that. Linda actually liked to dress casually just like herself, that was why Anne felt very compatible with Linda. She was very different from Steffi, who was her best friends three years ago. At that time, Steffi always looked with wide eyes at the luxury items they saw when they went out together. 

"Well then, let's go home Anne, it's getting late. Today I want to get to my room immediately, it feels like my whole body and the cells in my brain need a lot of time to sleep. Studying non-stop from seven in the morning until three in the afternoon makes me almost crazy," said Linda quickly, as she sat back down opposite Anne. 

"Don't overdo it like that, Linda, it's normal. You're the only one who studied from morning to evening," replied Anne quietly, laughing teasingly at Linda.

"My brain capacity is not great as yours, Anne!!" Linda dodged in a loud voice.

At the sink, Anne just laughed at Linda's words. She knew that Linda really needed time to rest quickly because she looked very tired after her night activities with Paul. It was proven by the visible dark circles under Linda's eyes since the morning she arrived at campus and that was why Anne advised Linda not to go to her flower shop and it was immediately welcomed by Linda. The reason was that she also had to study well because this affected the scholarship she received and because of this, Anne felt very impressed with Linda who was still eager to pursue a scholarship to study.

While on her way back to Linda's apartment, which still had twenty minutes to go, Anne suddenly stepped on the brakes of her car when she saw the figure of a man she knew very well on the side of the road. The man was seen giving blow after blow to another man who was already defenseless on the ground.

"Jack, what did he do? Why did he beat that guy?" Anne muttered under her breath as she confirmed that the man she was looking at was really Jack.

Without thinking, Anne then looked for a parking space and got out of her car quickly. 

"Jack! Stop!"

Anne couldn't finish her words when she saw that Jack had been stopped by a beautiful woman who she didn't know. Anne's eyes immediately turned red when she saw the sight she had just seen.