Little Girl Om Doctor

Breakfasted

Cyara got out of the bed and opened the curtains to let the sunlight into her room. The light is so warm and soothing.

The sweet girl with thin lips stretched the muscles in her body while yawning, and as she inhaled the air, she felt another scent, so much so that she closed her eyes.

"Well, like someone's cooking, is that the next-door neighbor?" muttered Cyara while wailing.

Then he came out of the room to get a drink, because his throat was very dry.

However, not yet until the kitchen, he was already made stunned. Because in the morning like this he had seen a handsome man in a neat suit standing in front of the stove.

"Om Doctor," murmured Cyara while making sure that she did not missee.

Cyara kept looking at De who was behind her. The man seemed to not feel the presence of Cyara, not turning his head even though the distance between them was not too far away.

At first glance Cyara is like seeing the shadow of Andrew, the man also often cooks breakfast for him, for the sake of being a mother and father at once, Andrew always tries to be the best parent for Cyara.

"Why stand there? You want to be a statue?" ketus De, suddenly surprised Cyara who even looks dreamy.

The beautiful girl with the face of the pillow shook her head. Then stepping closer to De, he stood just to the right of the man. Cyara pops her head, wanting to see what De is doing.

"Why is Om here early in the morning?"

"Of course it's because I won't forget that there's a cat that I have to feed."

Hearing that, Cyara's lips immediately throbbed. Though he was no longer familiar, but why did De always call him that? Did De not see her beauty.

Instead of helping Cyara choose to sit down. He noticed De who was using an apron and was also holding a spatula.

"Don't just sit around indistinctly, watch me!"

Cyara raised her face, then suddenly a smile rose from the lips of the beautiful girl. "Om really want me to pay attention? Is Om starting to like me?" Kekeh Cyara, take De to joke.

However, as there was no laughing dictionary in the man, De instead took a sharp glance making the atmosphere around there a horror instantly.

Cyara's laughter instantly dissipated and changed into a gulp. It seems like he's been wrong people, because De really can't be joked around.

Cyara finally fell silent, she noticed De who was still busy with his cooking. The beautiful girl did not know, if behind the body, there were lips that suddenly curved.

"Well, this looks good" praised Cyara when De had put a plate of pasta on the table, complete with an abundance of cheese.

However, he instead sees De taking off the apron and buttoning back his shirt sleeves. Then grabbing the bag like wanting to quickly leave this place.

"Om, where are you going? Why don't we have breakfast together?"

"I had breakfast at home. Eat, I have to go. And here's the money for you, use it as best you can, put it on as you need it" De explained as he laid out a few pieces of money for Cyara.

Cyara looks unmoved, she feels uncomfortable, because she thinks that De will rarely come to see her.

"But—"

De looked at the clock on his wrist, then he looked at the restless looking Cyara. "Otherwise?! I've had time to come this early to cook you some food, so let me go without having to argue."

"It's not so, Om. I mean, what after this Om would rarely come here?"

De looked at Cyara's two hands that were crashing at the tip of the shirt, as if holding something inside him. However, De chose not to care, he put on a serious face.

"The place to stay, the clothes, the groceries I have provided. So there is no reason for me to come often, from now on contact me if there is something important, which you really cannot do. For the rest I think you can do it yourself."

De explained at length hoping Cyara understood what he was saying. However, not the yes answer he got, Cyara instead ran and suddenly hit his body until he staggered a little.

The beautiful girl with thin lips dipped her face in the chest of De's field, a spontaneous reaction as a form of gratitude, as she often did to her father, when the man complied with all his requests.

"Thank you, Om. Thank you for helping Cia up until now."

Getting such treatment from a girl, De was only able to budge. The man's tongue seemed to be twisted, while his body was stiff, so he could not reply or refuse.

Ah, so far he doesn't understand why he's acting like this.

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