Mr. Personal Secretary. Arogan

Ep.48 Slowly Understanding Each Other

Along the way as usual their cars were filled with silence, Zevana who usually feels bored with this silence but especially at this time he is very grateful for the boredom that usually occurs to both of them.

As soon as he got into the car and started driving he and Maxime no one opened their mouths to speak. He just sat quietly glancing out the window but could feel Maxime staring at him every time, maybe a lot of people wanted to ask him and he was very grateful that Max held all his curiosity very well.

The sun slowly began to show its shape and they were now almost to just stay through a few more buildings and Zevana was now set to sit upright to prepare to go down immediately.

They also arrived in front of the luxury building “Enter first, I need to take care of something” said Max and was embraced by Zevana “I will be back in half an hour, sleep again you must be tired”

Zevana smiled wryly “It looks like it was a little difficult” he said then opened his seat belt “Please open the bagasin” he said again.

“I'll bring it later when I go home” he said.

Zevana nodded her head again and opened and closed the car door again, Max made sure that until the woman entered the building then he moved from there. While Zevana once passed the entrance he immediately walked in a hurry to the elevator especially after knowing that Max had gone from there and fortunately he did not have to wait long for the elevator to open, he immediately went into it.

He put his finger on the security sensor and the door of the apartment was opened, he entered and locked the door from the inside.

He sighed in relief “You are safe, now it's okay. No one can enter here” he said calming himself.

He knew the fact that anyone other than himself and Max could not get in because the door would only open with their fingerprints, especially if someone broke into the security system of this apartment, he was safe because he locked it from the inside.

He walked to his bedroom and washed his face and changed his clothes, he lay his body on the bed trying to close his eyes because he was bored there was nothing he could do so he chose to sleep.

After about ten minutes of trying to close his eyes, he still did not fall asleep. Zevana let out a rough sigh and then got up from her bed to the kitchen, intending to make a paste to clog her slightly hungry stomach

Thankfully, all the materials he needed were available in the refrigerator, he felt better and safer after hearing the sound of spatula and the pans clashing made him think that now everything was fine and he had returned to his usual days.

He will become very paranoid when he lives alone even hearing the smallest voices scaring him for no apparent reason. The cooking was done but as he turned off the stove and moved to pick up the dishes, he heard the sound of the door being pounded very strongly.

Frantically he grabbed the knife he had previously used to cut onions and moved slowly towards the front door. The rumbling sound grew stronger in his ears but his steps came to a halt when he heard the familiar screams.

He breathed a sigh of relief and almost touched “Iya briefly” he shouted slowly then returned to the kitchen to put the knife.

After returning he immediately opened the door “Ma-” had not had time he finished his talk, his body first pulled Max into his arms.

“You're okay, right? Why so long, Zee” said Max was getting slower, he sounded very worried.

Zevana did not return the hug Max “I-iya, I am fine” he said.

After a few seconds Max still did not let go of the hug and made Zevana wonder why the man was holding her like this. But just as Zee was about to return the hug, the man actually let go of his embrace.

Max was seen scratching his nape, it became very awkward “Why did you open the door for so long?” tanyakanya.

“M-sorry, I made something in the kitchen so I didn't hear it” said Zee quietly.

Maxime nodded his head and walked in and Zevana locked the door again “You make pasta?” max asked and turned to the kitchen.

Zevana quickens her pace, as Maxime sits on Zevana's bar stool taking the plate and putting the paste on the plate and giving it one for Max and one for him.

He sat down next to Maxime and just wanted to bribe the paste into his mouth but stopped when he realized that something was happening with his knuckles.

“From your hand why?” zevana asked, Max followed Zevana's direction.

The hand that was initially clenched he let go slowly and then flipped through it “Nothing, just eat your past. It's yummy” he said.

Zevana knew that something had happened but hearing Max's words as if he did not want to talk about it again made him silent and ate his paste quietly but occasionally his gaze still led to the knuckles of men in the beside it.

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