
Knowing his lover's mood was less than pleasant today, Mr. Zidane became anxious himself seeing Gea continuously bending his face with a gloomy look.
"Gea, if you buy ice cream it looks really good that this afternoon we enjoy dusk while eating ice cream." Mr. Zidane gave advice to Gea.
"It's okay if you want to just choose." Gea gave her thumbs up but on her face looked like a forced smile. Actually Mr Zidane is well aware of this but he does not want to make Gea constantly sad.
Mr. Zidan immediately got up from his chair to buy the ice cream in question earlier. It seemed that he was lazy to stand up, he was still sitting pensively on the bench provided.
"The chocolate and strawberry flavored ice cream is combined into one or two, yes" Mr Zidane told the roadside ice cream salesman's brother.
"Every Mas e, what's a big cone?"
"If anyone is mediocre" replied Mr Zidane casually. In addition to noticing the brother of the ice cream seller who was moving to his cup, another view of Mr. Zidane was fixed on the balloon trader. An order in his mind if he wanted to give Gea a surprise, let alone a balloon.
"Everything is Rp.30,000, Mas" said the seller by handing over the two pieces of ice cream and Mr. Zidane did not forget to give the money sheet in red. Then he walked away from the seller.
"Mas, this is the change for Rp. 70,000." the seller after running followed Mr. Zidane away.
"That's for his father, thank you for giving this big ice cream to him today" Mr Zidane said, waving his hand at a sign he would not accept the change from the ice cream seller's brother.
After the death of Mr. Zidane from there, the ice cream merchant immediately made a prostration of gratitude for getting unexpected sustenance for today. Moreover, yesterday his son wanted to ask for a toy that is quite expensive and today what it has earned more money.
Lord Zidan followed Gea who was still sitting by a tree.
"I'm surprised you've been sitting here and not bored." Young Master Zidane also nudged Gea's shoulder which turned out he was also dreamy.
"I'm sleepy" said Gea, leaning his head on Mr Zidane's shoulder. His eyes have been watering so many times to withstand drowsiness and now it is not strong anymore. He was tired for today, too. But for the sake of meeting with Mr. Zidan, Gea was willing even he was also happily scolded first by Mrs Ami before leaving here.
Suddenly Gea remembered so much laundry in the house that had not been put before leaving. There is no way Ranti will be so attentive to her laundry.
"Sir Zidane, we better just go home" Gea said of Zidan's name to his original formal call. Even though the sky is clear but we are afraid that until Maghrib he has not returned and his laundry is not concerned. Such a call certainly makes the immediate wasidan expect important even though it has been a few months he called it with the title 'honey' if not at home or not on duty.
"Did I hear wrong, Gea?" Mr. Zidane is trying to mediate what happened to.
"Ah, no, I still sprain sometimes wanting to call you that." Gea smiled taking a bribe from Mr. Zidane.
"From now on it's published again so you're not so stiff as to call me."
*
Today is a day off, Mr. Zidane purposely woke up later than usual because there were no office hours. It had been like a custom in the past if the court master had not gone to the dining hall more than 07.00am then he would definitely have had breakfast in his own room.
Mbak Ranti prepares all the items that will be taken to the room of Mr. Zidane. then Gea came.
"Let me drive, Ma'am." Ghea offers herself to help Ranti deliver breakfast to Mr Zidane's room.
He held up a tray of warm milk and oatmeal as a light breakfast for Mr. Zidane. Sure enough upon arrival there Mr. Zidane was still curled under the covers and his eyes were still closed. After laying breakfast for his master and his lover he immediately walked to the largest window in the room and revealed his curtain so that sunlight could enter.
It turned out that the sunlight reached into Mr. Zidane's head to make him shake his head and then open his eyes slowly.
"Look," said Mr. Zidan, covering his blanket all over his body until his head was also covered.
"Look it's 08:00 in the morning" Gea told a lie because he knew Mr Zidane was so outraged. If it is told how many hours it is now, then he will feel relaxed.
"Heh, really?" Mr. Zidane opened his eyes. The expression of the master and the inviting one that made her smile unfolded her lips.
"Yes this is already morning and you should wake up soon and breakfast is brought to the room." But instead of Mr. Zidane immediately went to take a shower instead of pulling Gea in.
"Gosh, it's time to take a shower." He tried to pull over when Mr Zidane tried to hug him.
"From yesterday you always refused," said Mr. Zidane cupped Gea's cheek until it appeared reddish. Either red from nervousness or Mr Zidane's hand was too tight to hold Gea's cheek.
"Are you missing me?"
"Of course there are but right now my position is at work and it doesn't feel good to see people."
"Why did you forget something?" Mr. Zidane looked towards Gea.
"Whatis that? gea asked impassively wanting to know something.
Not wanting to waste an opportunity in the narrowness of the situation and launch a morning sling on Gea's forehead affectionately.
Simultaneously when they were making out, it turned out that Mrs Ami opened the door in Mr. Zidane's room. How shocked he was to see his eldest son together with a servant making out near the bed.
"You guys!!" hardik Madam Ami because she met with the symbok first.
Gea let go of Mr Zidane's embrace, as did Mr Zidane. The two of them were shocked to hear Madam Ami shout like that.
Slowly but surely, Madam Ami walked towards the two of them.
"Gea, Zidane," his frown restrained all the anger that had taken hold of him. Both Mr. Zidane and Gea are only confused in their own places.
Plaque…
A hot slap landed on Zidane's cheek, he just kept quiet. Now it was Gea's turn. Madam Ami already looks furious.
Just swinging his hand, Mr. Zidane was already preparing to protect Gea.