Gigolo Feeling's

Gigolo Feeling's
15: Storytelling



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Without a word Evan crossed his arms and looked at Zyta who was advancing her lips a few inches. Evan's face was flat indecipherable what the man was thinking.


Since they arrived at one of the cafes and ordered the menu even until the menu they ordered came Evan did not change the slightest position to make Zyta feel a little depressed.


Over time Zyta felt upset at herself because Evan kept looking at her as if she had committed an unforgivable crime or a wife caught cheating on her behind her husband.


"Enough! I'm story!" zyta chose to surrender.


Evan raised next to his brows, "Indeed it should be like that," Zyta snorted and screeched in annoyance.


"Basic cousin fucking sister!" guman Zyta sipped his remaining avocado juice tight.


"Come, your sister's waiting for you, brother,"


"Yes. Aye,"


Zyta leaned back in the chair and Evan looked at Zyta continuously raising her eyebrows.


"You're right. I hired him" said quietly but could still be heard by Evan.


Evan flicked his finger, "TURN!! YUNG!!" said Evan taut make Zyta jerk surprised even some visitors around them.


Zyta smiled awkwardly and apologized to the other visitors.


"It's a custom!" zyta looked at Evan annoyed.


Evan just flicked his shoulders indifferently making Zyta growl in annoyance.


"But, ma'am, why did you hire that kind of guy? I don't think there are any other guys?" said Evan leaned back in the chair and returned to cross.


"You don't know the story," said Zyta without looking at Evan and chose to look at the crowded streets in the city of J from inside the cafe.


Evan clucked, "That's why let your handsome brother know, "" said Evan covered his cup of espresso.


"Curtain! Males told you a story. There's me apes later. You're a guy but kere,"


Evan chokes at Zyta's words. Evan put his espresso cup to the table roughly.


"I'm also because I'm a kid. Still in school" Evan said.


Zyta smiled ignorantly, "Still children, huh? How dare you date, deck?" said Zyta staring at the ignorant Evan.


Evan averted his gaze and scratched his cheek nervously.


"Eeeehhh...,"


"Hmm, so? Story, story, story,"


Zyta smiled and continued to look at Evan ignorant because his cousin's sister was very adorable if she was nervous, according to Zyta.


Evan again clucked, "Kok even discussed me anyway? Sinned mbak that should be the story," said Evan scuttering annoyed and pursed his lips.


"Curtain! Nawdry. Udah ah, very males discuss that so," said Zyta grabbed her bag and stood up from her seat, Evan frowned confused.


"Where are you going, mbak? You want to run away, huh?" said Evan grabbing Zyta's hand preventing her from leaving.


Zyta put on her flat face then saw her own hand intending to be released but Evan still did not want to let go of her hand. Zyta furrowed her forehead irritated and Evan also did the same.


They threw each other unwilling gazes to budge until Zyta finally sighed and sat back down while Evan cheered like a child.


"good. Good. I'll tell you a story but don't tell anyone, okay,"


Evan brandished his two thumbs with a face as well as nodded his head quickly.


Zyta's story flows from beginning to end. Evan nodded his head after hearing Zyta's story.


"So, he's asking me for help?"


Zyta nodded her head weakly.


"I actually want to refuse but when I know the man in question is him. How else," said Zyta, closing her eyes with her hands.


"Don't you still like that guy?"


Zyta opened her eyes and looked at Evan confusedly.


"Who?"


"Yeah. 'that guy',"


"Ohh. hmm. very even and increasing with this problem," said Zyta playing her fingers.


"Why?"


Zyta raised her head and looked at Evan confusedly.


"meaning?"


"Why do you still like him? Padaakalkan he does not necessarily like the same mbak,"


Evan shook his head inexhaustibly with this behavior of his cousin brother.


"That's okay," Evan muttered.


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"Thank you, yes, I'm going home, '" Zyta nodded her head.


"If I go home first, yes, say hello to everyone,"


"Don't stop by first, Mbak?" Zyta.


"Yes already. Bye Van's...,"


Evan nodded his head and waved as Zyta's car left her parents' house.


Evan looked at Zyta's car that was moving away until it turned around the corner. Evan feels sorry for the life of Zyta who is willing to go all the way to get a job in the city of J only for a man who does not necessarily remember him.


If you remember the man wants it to feel like Evan hit his face to the point of being crushed but Evan did not get to the heart when he heard that his cousin would feel happy if the man really liked him.


Actually, Evan wanted to tell Zyta something about the man, but after thinking about it unnecessarily because Zyta's relationship with the man was also not real plus Zyta really limited their relationship so to meanwhile Evan feels quite safe for Zyta himself.


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Zyta pressed the elevator button lazily. He leaned his body against the elevator wall. Today was quite tiring for Zyta because of the number of patients who had to be checked coupled with the sudden arrival of Evan in the hospital and also went around the mall to look for gifts.


Zyta prayed that her uncles and aunts would not ask for her help like last year's grandmother's birthday and that if anything happened then the complete tiredness that Zyta brought today.


"Akkhhh! I hungry. Tau this was how I had eaten," grumbled Zyta regretting that he did not order food like Evan at the cafe and preferred to order juice and french fries.


Ting!


"Smart has arrived" Zyta strode out of the elevator and slowly walked towards her unit.


Zyta walked with her eyes half closed due to hunger and she was tired.


"Hi!" Zyta flinched and opened her eyes.


"Oh! Hi too. What are you doing here?" ask Zyta to the point when the man who became the material of his conversation with Evan woke up in front of his apartment unit.


Eldan lifted the crackle bag in his hand.


"What's this?" tanya Zyta took over the bag and opened it.


"Of course food," replied Eldan smiling.


"Bahhh!!!! I am so hungry again. If so, go in," said Zyta immediately opened his room.


"Oh yeah, Eldan. If I'm not mistaken, I haven't told you my apartment cipher?" ask Zyta as they enter the apartment and sit in the living room that doubles with the tv room.


Eldan frowned and ate a confused Zyta, "Sandi apartment? Make what?"


Zyta was now the one staring at Eldan confusedly. What does the man in front of him ask. Wasn't it clear Zyta's intention to let the man know the password of his apartment.


"Isn't it usually like that?"


Eldan frowned then laughed.


"Not so are the times, ma'am. If I usually wait in front of the house or wait for the one who has the house to let in,"


"Eiyyy.. That's very polite," Eldan chuckled.


"Oh, what is this?" asked Zyta to take out the sterophom box from the crackle and open it.


"So fitting on the road see there are selling dumpling noodles. So, I stopped by to buy one,"


"Hmm. This cook is so pinter. Wow. duh.. style really wear chopsticks all but you're really good," said Zyta to himself made Eldan smile with relief when Zyta liked the dumpling noodles he bought.


"Not eat?" asked Zyta when she realized that Eldan only bought one serving of dumpling noodles.


Eldan shook his head, "Udah ate earlier,"


"Should it?"


"Eumm was this afternoon anyway," Eldan replied scratching his nape.


Zyta snatched and turned the dumpling noodles to the chopsticks and thrust them in front of Eldan's mouth.


"No need to mbak,"


Zyta continued to spread her noodles until Eldan finally opened his mouth and ate the noodles Zyta gave him.


Zyta smiled at him, "Wait a minute" said Zyta standing up from her seat and half-running towards the kitchen to pick up a fork.


"Now" said Zyta, handing the fork over to Eldan.


"Eat together" said Zyta, sitting in front of Eldan and continuing to eat.


"Eh? No need, mbak. Thisan...,"


"Sttts.. Ate. The dumpling noodles are enough for two, too" Zyta said without looking at Eldan and without being able to refuse him to eat.


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