Cat Eyed Girl

Chapters. 33 - Wash Plate

"Father afraid of ghosts?” ask Milea.

Hearing Milea's question, made Firdaus aware of her current body condition. The man hurried to release his embrace and distance Milea.

"Who said I was afraid of ghosts?" hiss Firdaus and pulled the chair next to Milea.

"Certainly, why are you sitting here? Why not sit there?" asked Milea while pointing towards the chair that Firdaus was sitting on.

"Why really? Is there a ban for me not to sit here?" ask Firdaus in a tinge.

"No way. But, the child is currently next to the Father," said Milea who made Paradise immediately rise from her seat and sit on Milea's lap.

"You are the real one, Lea," Firdaus hissed with a quivering voice.

Milea lun chuckled softly, the girl patted the boss on the shoulder and told the man to come down from above her lap.

"Father is heavy," Milea said in a distressed voice.

Firdaus, who had regained consciousness of his current position, immediately descended from Milea's lap and touched the girl's forehead.

"Awww, it hurts sir," said Milea as she rubbed her painful forehead.

"Who told you to do my work, by yourself" Firdaus annoyed and sat back in his original chair.

Milea chuckled and went back to enjoying her meal, the girl occasionally glancing towards the little boy beside Firdaus. The boy continued to look towards Paradise, which made Milea frown.

"Why? Are you saying the boy is near me?" ask Firdaus with a ketus.

Milea nodded her head to answer Firdaus's question.

"I'm not afraid. I know that you lied to me" Firdaus sighed and went back to enjoying the food.

Milea lun sniffed her shoulders indifferently, after all it seemed that the child did not mean any harm to Paradise. But, that look of the eyes why did it look so miserable?

"Hmm, why could my fate be babu gini anyway?" milea muttered and while washing all the dirty dishes.

"What is this thing called washing?" asked Firdaus who was standing behind Milea, thus making the girl surprised.

"What father?" milea's lips are upset.

Firdaus' hand was stretched out to take a plate that had been washed by Milea.

"Look, there's still soap and fat here. You should have cleaned it completely clean," growled Firdaus.

"Hmm, just stay in the rinse again, sir, don't bother to say so," said Milea and took the plate in Firdaus's hand. The girl returned to the plate and rinsed it.

"Have you?" milea said while showing the plate.

"Hmm, great. The others should be like that too. It must be completely clean and not a single stain left behind" Firdaus said as he watched Milea wash the dishes.

"Yes, sir."

Milea was really upset, this guy next to her was really really, really chatty. Look, it's been almost fifteen minutes, Milea has not finished washing the dishes, because Firdaus continues to babble and say if there are still stains, so that Milea must wash the dishes again.

"Huff, it's finally done as well" Milea screeched as she dried her hands with an apron.

"Who said it's done?" firdaus said which made Milea stop the movement of her hand that wanted to release an apron on her body.

"There again?" milea asked confusedly.

"You have to dry all the dishes that have been washed. Then keep it in its original place neatly," said Firdaus who made Milea make her mouth.

"What?";