Frisson

Chapters. 76

Because let her hand be pulled by Zia. It turned out that this woman was taking him back to the kitchen. I don't want that hand to get off of him. So she just kept quiet until right in the kitchen, Zia took off her own hand.

 

It seemed like he was also surprised himself with himself holding onto Gara's hand.

 

"Sorry," Zia said, throwing a glance in the other direction. Because he nodded and smiled thinly. This man is excited himself.

 

"It's okay" said Gara. Because Zia might be awkward because she subconsciously touched her hand. Even that's his own initiative. That's inversely very far from it. Where the stiffness when they first met.

 

"I just don't think we're right there. We don't have to accompany him. She is an adult to be with when dating. So I think it's better we go back," Zia said bothered to explain. His hand scratched slowly his nape that was not itchy.

 

"Yes. I understand," said Gara. The meaning of the word understanding in the mouth of this man seemed different from what Zia explained. Because the tip of this man's lips just kept lifting. It painted a mysterious smile on Gara's lips.

 

Zia's legs immediately shot to the kitchen table. He poured water in a glass. After drinking a few sips, he felt calmer. Then he remembered to take the avocado that had been peeled from the refrigerator. This fruit was left because he had to follow the decision Gara accompanied Rara and her lover in the living room.

 

At first he just came along, but after actually sitting there, the atmosphere was really unpleasant as he had expected. With a strong determination, he broke down Gara's decision and took her away from the living room.

 

But unexpectedly, his hand just moved uncontrollably.

 

"It looks like you haven't finished executing the avocado because I took you to the living room earlier," Gara recalled seeing the avocado on the kitchen counter.

 

"It's okay,” said Zia while still turning her back to this man. Zia's hand grabbed the jar where her favorite chocolate milk powder was. Then pour it into a bowl that contains cut avocado.

 

“Then, I will peel another avocado.” Gara.

 

“No need. I don't need it" said Zia. "What do you want?" asked Zia surprised because suddenly Gara approached her. Standing so close to him.

 

"I'll make avocado juice for you.”

 

“No. I need juice,” please Zia. Though he had already gulped when he remembered the avocado juice.

 

 

"No. I still have to clean the dirty container earlier," Zia refused to stay away.

 

"So you're gonna stay here while I'm juicing?"

 

"I'm not asking you to make juice. That's for you. So get your business done and I'll finish my business cleaning up" Zia said.

 

Because silence.

 

"OKAY. Alright. It's juice for myself." I agreed to shrug my shoulders. He relented. Zia also washed the container to peel the avocado and the knife. While Gara used another knife to peel the avocado in his hand.

 

"Oh!" zia complained.

 

“Why Zi?” Because I looked quickly.

 

Soap can splash up to his eyes. This made Zia close her eyes from the pain. He was troubled because he could not immediately rub his eyes. His hands are still dirty.

 

“You're sore?” ask Gara worriedly. Chief Zia nodded. “I rub ya?”

 

“No,” reject Zia fast. His noble floating hand was twitching to reach for the water tap. He wanted to wash his hands and rub his own eyes. But it was hard because his eyes were closed.

 

Grep's!

 

His breath was restrained as a hand clasped his two hands. For putting his two hands together.

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