MY HELPER PASSION

THE GP 27

Izza was still sitting on the bathroom floor because her legs were hard to stand. He tried it repeatedly but still struggled and needed help. He had also shouted for help hoping that a neighbor would hear his screams. But he realized, he was broad daylight people are busy with their respective work.

She likes to take her phone to the bathroom and make music while taking a shower. Lucky he hasn't been naked. And only clothes and pants that he opened. Plain white tanktop and plain black street pants limited to tight pahha he had not been able to open.

He fell down because there was a drop of liquid soap that might have fallen off when he took a morning shower. It made the floor slippery and he slipped. His legs did not bleed, but the pain was incredible and maybe it would bruise later.

After a long wait, he finally heard the sound of a car stopping in the front yard of the house. He was sure if it must have been his male employer. Not long after, the door to his room was opened by someone.

"Sir, help me!" Izza shouted and the bathroom door opened, and Deon appeared from behind the door.

"Gosh, Izza!"

Deon's reaction was shocked and alarmed to see the woman sitting on the bathroom floor. He quickly approached and crouched down in front of Izza.

"Are you okay?" exclaimed the man while holding the woman's shoulder in front of him.

"sickness, sir. If I'm okay, I can't ask Mr. Deon to come home please help me," replied the woman.

Without saying anything more, Deon immediately carried Izza's body to make the woman surprised mixed with pleasure. Deon took her and laid her on the bed. Piling two pillows and one roll to make a backrest.

"Ac .. Slow down, sir!" pinta the woman.

"Yes, sorry."

Deon straightened Izza's legs slowly and very carefully. Then the man sat on the edge of the bed.

"Ac .. Sakiit .." Izza groaned while continuing to look at his feet, moreover the buttocks part was in excruciating pain.

"Why did you slip?" Finally Deon opened his questioning voice.

"There's leftover soap on the floor from the shower this morning, so it's slippery."

"You can't stand up but you can take a hp. How's story?" ask Deon again.

"Lucky I like to bring HP to the bathroom for tuning music, sir. So I can call Mr. Deon to help me. My voice is almost over yelling for help from the neighbors, but no one is horrified."

Deon then looked at Izza's face which did not stop whimpering in pain.

"Where did you get my number?"

"I have Deon's number from someone who recommended me to work at home. I also still keep Adell's number, I used to want to call Adell's mom to help me, but I think it will be in vain. And I think it's better to just call Mr. Deon. And proved Mr. Deon came and help me. Thank you, sir," he explained.

Deon exhaled hearing the woman's story.

"For you I failed to follow my wife" said the man.

"Hm? What does it mean to follow Mr. Deon's wife?" Izza doesn't understand what Deon means.

Deon ignored Izza's question. He doesn't think it needs to be told. Let it be his business without Izza knowing.

The man's hand immediately held Izza's leg. The woman screamed in pain.

"Yes ..."

Deon quickly raised his hand in the air, but he had not yet been able to hold it. Just a little touched.

"Sir Deon what do you want?!" exclaim that woman.

"It hurts a lot, doesn't it?"

"Yes, it hurts, sir."

"Where do you want me to take it? Hospital or -"

"Just a masseur" concluded Izza.

"Massage man?"

Izza nodded. "Yes, about here there's a masseuse, right? But who can come home."

"Ok, I'm looking for a masseuse around here."

Deon got up from his seat and left the room. While Izza whimpered in pain until tears came out. He hopes nothing bad happens. Because not a few people who fall in the bathroom can be fatal and even not infrequently there are those who die.

"Aaaww sakiitt .." He shed his tears alone.

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