Let Me Be His Father

Propagate?

When Nabila had just got off the taxi he rushed to walk into the lobby to the elevator.

Ting...

The elevator stops Nabila getting out of the elevator. He walked to the door of his apartment. His hands were pinching the numbers on the apartment door. Nabila rushed in because of his hungry stomach in addition now he easily felt tired.

However, just before the entrance there is something disturbing the view. There's a pair of men's shoes neatly tucked away in the corner shoe rack of the entrance?

''Whose shoes are you? Why are there men's shoes here?" Nabila tried to pay attention to the shoes he felt the shoes were not unfamiliar to him but he forgot to be ready the owner.

His heart was pounding he was afraid if it was the thief who robbed his apartment.

"Don't there be a thief coming in? But, why did he put his shoes so neatly on the shoe rack? Just this time there was a warm-mannered thief like this.'' Nabila walked around trying not to sound, he was very afraid but tried to dare himself.

His hand rubbed his stomach, You must calm down, dear. Mama will teach a lesson to people not know that manners.'' Nabila pulled out the scissors from her bag. He always carries scissors where he goes as a tool to split in times of emergency like now.

Just as he stepped into the living room there was the smell of cooking gushing into his nose.

''Like the smell of cooking? Do you want to starve?'' Nabila grabbed the broom she placed in the corner of the room between the kitchen and the dining room.

Nabila's right hand raised the broom, getting ready to hit the man. Meanwhile, his left hand held the scissors ready to punch*uk. Nabila plans he will hit using a broom first after his thief fainted and then he cut his thief.

True, the alleged Nabila maling was while busy struggling with kitchen tools until the sturdy man was not aware of the presence of Nabila. Nabila quickly hit the man's head with a broomstick.

Plaque...

Plaque...

Plaque...

Nabila threw three punches at the man's head. Kevin was surprised he was complaining in pain, his hands trying to cover his head with a little bending his body down.

"Hey.this is me. Kevin." shouted Kevin by raising his hands up and covering his head.

"Most, are you? How dare to enter the women's apartment. Hayo out or I call him Security." Nabila kept nagging her hand swinging the broom behind and Kevin's head.

Kevin tried to protect himself. He covered his head with both hands now his hand that was hit by a broomstick.

"When! Stop it me!" kevin's voice rose an octave. His hands were red his head was all sick.

Nabila dropped the broom she covered her mouth with both hands.

"Why do you know I'm here?" Nabila stepped back one step back but behind him hit the wall.

Kevin walked over to Nabila. He locked Nabila on the kitchen wall.

"I'm here because I'm after you" said Kevin, staring at Nabila in love.

"What the fuck? Do you know who I'm here from?" Nabila tried to break away from Kevin's cage but his strength lost far from Kevin's strength.

The mafia walked back to the stove to serve the steak she had cooked on the plate.

Occasionally Kevin rubbed bruises on his hands and he groped his head which had a bump from the effect of the broomstick. Nabila, still silent on the kitchen wall watching Kevin who was serving food on the dining table.

"Come on, I'll explain. You should also explain to me why you came to Paris. Now eat first, I'm already very hungry." Kevin took the steak and put it on the plate and put it on the table. Nabila continued to observe Kevin from the way he arranged the food already like a cook.

Kevin pulled a chair for Nabila, "Come here. I'm already so hungry. My steak is so good it's special I cook for you." Kevin nodded his head asking Nabila to immediately come sit together at the dining table.

Nabila who desperately wanted a steak finally gave up. He came and sat in the chair Kevin had prepared.

"Try my cooking. I guarantee it's good." Kevin put a steak tenderloin presented complete with potatoes, corn, carrots and chickpeas. The sauce is very good can be smelled from the aroma.

Nabila could not say anything she pulled the plate and began to cut one piece of steak and feed her mouth.

"Enak," he murmured softly.

Kevin glanced at it with his tails, then he smiled as he continued to enjoy the steak.

One hour both were at the dinner table without sound just the clink of a fork and spoon. Finally finished eating.

Kevin stood up he shifted his chair backwards. The mafia took a plate from her and Nabila. However, Nabila held back her used plate, "I can do it myself." Nabila refused the used plate was taken Kevin.

However, it's not Kevin's name if he's not pushy.

"You're tired of just getting home from work. Let me take care of everything. Are you doubting my ability to clean the kitchen and do the dishes?" Kevin raised one eyebrow.

Nabila just looked down he looked at his stomach hoping Kevin had not realized his stomach was bulging.

" Rest in the living room. I'm still cleaning up the old dishes we ate. Later finish cleaning the kitchen I followed to the living room." Kevin brought the old plate he started washing and drying on the dish rack.

However, Nabila did not want to leave he was still sitting in the dining room watching Kevin clean the kitchen. His lips smiled this time Nabila saw the mobster cleaning the kitchen and washing dishes. Kevin usually only relies on waiters.

After washing the dishes Kevin cleaned the kitchen that was a mess because he cooked earlier. Finish cleaning everything. He walked over to Nabila. His hand reached for Nabila's hand.

"Let's go to the living room just let it sit free." take Kevin. The man acted as if it was his apartment.

When Kevin took his hand Nabila's heart beat faster.

"Where have you been?" ask Kevin. He was trying to melt the tense atmosphere.

"Work."

"Work? You're going to Paris for work?" Kevin sat his body on the couch. So did Nabila sitting opposite Kevin. Nabila pulled her coat closed her distended stomach.

"I just want to change the atmosphere." replied Nabila. He turned his face away from Kevin.

"Oh, why is the path stealthy? You should have told me." Kevin raised the corner of his upper lip.