MY HELPER PASSION

GP 3

Deon's focus on work suddenly disappeared partly when he recalled the incident earlier this morning at the dinner table at breakfast with his home assistant. I don't know why the shadow keeps turning its head.

Deon massaged his temple, leaning his back against the back of the sofa. Trying to remove that shadow.

"Why do I keep thinking of Izza?" he thought while beating his forehead with clenched hands.

The more he tried to remove the shadow, the harder it was to cast him out.

The ringing of the incoming call filled his mind. He grabbed the phone he had placed on the laptop side table and saw the name on the screen.

My wife's.

Without a second thought Deon immediately raised his wife's incoming call.

"Hello, honey. How's it? Is the problem over?"

"I'm telling you I'm gonna ask permission, baby. I don't think I'm going home tonight. I have to solve my business."

Deon lifted the back of the sofa backrest, upholding the body of his sitting position.

"What's the problem really?"

"I'll be clear when I'm home. Long sequence. In essence, there are people who report that the skincare products I sell contain harmful ingredients and not BPOM. I'll sue the guy when I meet."

Deon let out a heavy sigh as indeed the matter was quite heavy as well.

"Yes, honey. If suppose you can't make this hand yourself, I'll step in, yeah."

"Yes, honey. Then it was, yes. It's me again on Lita's journey."

The call ended. Deon held the phone in his hand. It turns out the problem is quite serious. Indeed, if it is viral and selling well, there must be envious people who try to drop.

Someone suddenly knocked on the door of his room.

"Lake in!" shout Deon.

A woman came from behind the door. He was Deon's secretary who told him there would be another thirty-minute meeting at the cafe nearest the office.

After telling his boss, the secretary came out of the room again. Actually Deon was told from yesterday if this afternoon there will be an important meeting before lunch. But this secretary just reminded Deon not to forget let alone until late.

While at home. Izza was cleaning the master's room. But his attention turned to the bed linen that contained stains. He approached the bed to ascertain what the stain was. Instantly Izza thought if it was a liquid stain that Deon shot last night, or a liquid that came out of Adell.

"Ah my goodness, just yesterday his bed sheet was changed. I need to change again."

Izza put a broom in his hand. Then open the bed sheet and replace it.

Just one week of work at the house, he had changed the bed sheet of the employer three times. It's good to wash it in the washing machine, not by hand.

"Sir Deon is diligent too, yes. Almost every night doing the job. So just be more curious, huh. Hihih .."

Izza put up a bed sheet instead as she imagined sleeping with the male master on the bed. Moreover, Deon's voice last night continues to ring in the ear.

Izza closed his eyes while imagining that. Until he forgets that the housework must be completed immediately. He began to sink into his own imagination and direction while imagining the face and voice of his master last night.

"Ah so much fun .."

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