MY HELPER PASSION

GP 13'S

Before Adzan roared, Izza had finished cooking. While the food was still hot, he told Deon if the food was ready to be eaten.

Izza hesitated to knock on the door of the man's room remembering that he heard a scream with a punch. Therefore he must be a little vigilant, afraid to be targeted for the anger of his employer.

Tok park ..

Izza ventured to knock on the door of his master's room. I hope he doesn't bother her.

Izza knocked on the door again. But there was no response from within. As soon as he was about to knock the third time, the door opened and his hand almost hit the face of the man who appeared from behind the door.

"Eh, sorry, sir," said Izza and quickly lowered his hand.

"Yes. Why?" asked Deon with a face look and a flat tone.

"Lunch is ready, sir."

"You're the one eating. I don't have any taste."

Deon was about to close the door to his room but was immediately stopped by Izza.

"Wait, sir!" Izza tried to keep the door shut.

"What?" exclaim the man sniffed.

"Sir Deon asked me to make a good cook. I cook quite a lot, baby if only at my own meal. It's not gonna end."

Izza thought that would make Deon change his mind.

"Then you can share it with the neighbors."

After saying that, Deon immediately closed the door of his room.

"Sir! Mr Deon!"

Izza knocked on the door of his room. He knew something like this he shouldn't do. As a maid, she should not care if her employer wants to eat the food she has made or not. Most importantly, he did the job he should. But the situation is different, because it likes the employer, so there must be effort to persuade the man. But unfortunately Deon still refused, so he could not if he had to force it.

Izza walked straight to the dining table. He doesn't seem to have the spirit of eating alone. Because since yesterday he ate together with his employer, making him addicted to eating one more table.

The woman fell on the dining chair. He looked at his cooking on the still steaming table. Not that he was thirsty for praise, just that the praise of Deon for his cooking made him more eager to cook.

"I'm hungry. But I'm lazy to eat alone" said the woman.

Izza folded his hands on the table to make it a head pad. Finally, the food is only looked at until cold and not so in the meal. His sleepiness came back. Slowly her eyelids closed and she fell asleep.

Deon didn't hear any more noise from outside the room. The mood is quite quiet. The man's anger slowly subsided as soon as he heard the sound of his stomach rumbling. Earlier this morning he did skip breakfast so his stomach worms began to wrangle.

Without much thought anymore, Deon rushed out of the room going towards the dining room. Not yet there, from a distance he saw Izza still there. Deon slowly approached and found the woman asleep.

Deon saw what was on the dining table. Everything still looks intact has not been touched.

"Izza hasn't eaten yet? Then what did he do here until he fell asleep?"

Deon looked at Izza's sleeping face. Seeing the firstborn's unraveling hair covering his face. Slowly Deon's hand moved and diverted the child's hair covering Izza's face, tucking it into the earlobe. He did it unconsciously.

"Are you waiting for me to fall asleep?" said the man ended with a faint smile.

Deon kept looking at Izza's face. If he looked at it this close, the woman was extremely beautiful at her age who was already thirty-four years old yet still looked like she was thirty and under.

Suddenly Izza's eyelids moved. Deon quickly raised his face which was still holding onto the woman's hair.

Deon was about to leave from there, but Izza was already awake.

"Sir Deon," said Izza as he rubbed his spell to make sure there was no dirt.

Deon pretended to look the other way and he looked a little nervous.

"Sorry, sir. I fell asleep" said Izza and got up from his seat.

"Ah yes, it's okay," replied the man flatly.

Izza saw that the food was still intact, which meant that the man had not eaten.

"Ec .. Mr Deon since when is it standing here? Mr Deon hasn't eaten yet?"

Deon ignored Izza's first question, but in the second question he had not been able to answer, but his stomach was already representing him.

Krubuk kruubuk ..

The voice was clearly heard by Izza. He became embarrassed because Izza boasted a smile hearing the sound of her stomach worms thrashing.

"Is it not appetite yet?" Izza asked slightly insinuating the man.

Deon couldn't hide his hunger. He pulled out one of the chairs and landed himself sitting there.

Izza smiled happily. It was not in vain that he slept and did not eat alone. Even though the food is cold, it will not take away the taste.

"Do you want me to warm up the food first?" Izza made an offer.

"No," refused the man.

Izza had taken the initiative to get his food for the man, but Deon first took it upon himself. It was not a problem, the most important thing was that he could eat both of them again.

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