MY HELPER PASSION

THE GP 30

Deon's eyelids began to move and slowly his eyes opened. Then he massaged the base of his eyebrows which felt a little dizzy. And he fell asleep in front of the door of Izza's room with a sitting position leaning against the side wall of the door.

"God .. Why can I fall asleep here," the man said with a sigh.

Deon stood up. Moving the head to the left and right alternately and the sound of his neck veins was heard. He stood at the door of Izza's room and began to guess whether the woman was awake or not.

Curious, he opened the door to his room. Turn the door knob slowly so as not to disturb if he is still sleeping. And it turned out, as soon as he opened the door, the woman was sitting on the back of the bed and of course was aware of the arrival.

Deon's eyes met.

"Sir Deon" said the woman.

Deon just nodded his small head with a smile. He thought Izza was still sleeping therefore he dared to open the door of his room. She was ashamed of herself for coming to her room.

"What's up, sir?" ask Izza later.

"Hm?" Deon shook his head.

Izza frowned feeling astonished.

"Oh yes, it's afternoon. I have to cook for dinner, huh?" ask Izza.

Izza pulled out her blanket and was about to get off the bed.

"Don't!" exclaim Deon stopped Izza.

The man stepped into Izza's room with his hands stopping the woman.

"Non't go anywhere. Your legs haven't fully healed yet."

"But I have to cook, sir."

"So you want to dispute your employer's request? I said no yes no. What if your feet hurt again?"

Izza finally nodded according to. He did not get out of bed because it was not allowed. But he already felt better than before. Even though the pain is still a little. But for the road is good enough.

"Don't go anywhere, stay here. You want your legs to hurt again?"

Izza shook his head.

"Yes, so be quiet."

Izza nodded once. "Yes, sir."

Deon sighed. Izza nurut too.

Then Izza felt like having a bowel movement. He felt reluctant if he had to tell the man standing in front of him if he wanted to defecate. But he couldn't help it. It also came down again.

"Eh, where are you going?" prevent Deon.

"You go to the bathroom for a second, sir."

"What are you doing? What if you slip again?" Suddenly Deon transformed into a possessive male figure.

"I want to"

"Udah, I said shut up."

Izza was silent. Confused if he should just say that he actually wants to defecate.

The more he held, the more his stomach was heartburn. He could no longer hold it.

"I want a pup, sir," Izza said.

"Huh?" Deon was surprised by the woman's confession, it turns out he wants the bathroom because he wants to defecate. He felt guilty for holding her.

"Oh yes."

Izza stood up to be helped by the man. Deon held Izza up to the front door of the bathroom. After that he returned, sitting waiting on the edge of Izza's bed.

There was the sound of water gurgling, it seemed Izza deliberately turned on the tap.

Five minutes later, the sound of tap water stopped. Not long after that the bathroom door opened. Deon quickly walked up to the woman and helped her make her way back to bed.

Izza sat back down.

"Thank you, sir," Izza said.

"Yes, equally," the man replied.

Deon sat on the edge of the bed and their eyes met again. Throwing one another's eyes.

"Why is Mr Deon so good as me?" Izza asked later because she felt that there was something strange about her mistreatment.

Izza was convinced, if there was something behind the reason for an employer's sense of responsibility towards the maid.

"What are you thinking about me?" Deon asked back.

"Is the reason still the same, sir? This is all because of an employer's sense of responsibility towards his aides?"

"Don't think of anything but the healing of your feet" the man said.

Izza took a long breath. Ever since the night, he felt the man was turning to be more attentive to him. Maybe that guy likes it too. If true, he was very happy.

"I want to order some food. What do you want to eat?" Deon changed the subject by offering to eat.

"Anything" Izza replied.

"Will burn?"

"Can."

"Pahha or chest?"

"When can it be both why one?"

A smile suddenly rose from the corner of Deon's lips to hear the woman's answer. His mind was starting to go wild.

"Pahha same chest?"

"Can."

"Seriously?"

Izza nodded his head. Deon looked at the woman while shaking her head without letting go of his smile.

"Whoa," said the man.

"It's okay. It's delicious."

"What?"

"Burning chicken, right?"

"Eh, yes."

Izza knew that Deon must have thought something else about it.

Then Deon got up and walked out of Izza's room to pick up her phone left in her room. Deon didn't go back to Izza's room. After ordering food through the app, he contacted his wife first. However, not on his phone. Then he thought maybe Adell was at the salon. Because he said he was going to the salon after shopping.

After that Deon sat on the living room sofa and accidentally opened the front door so that there was air into the house. The man played on his phone, opened a social media account and saw someone tagging his wife's account.

The account belonged to the girl who had met at the restaurant at lunch. The girl wrote the caption by expressing her happy feelings because she was able to meet the owner of the skincare that was viral on social media. The post was posted two hours ago. There was one more post from another account that tagged his wife, but it was the latest cut and only thirty minutes old. However, in the photo, Adell appears to hold someone's hand. The hand of the man who did not see his face, only his hand was visible.

Deon straightened his body and observed the photo. Adell was really holding that hand.

"Whose hand is this?" thought.

The man was stunned for a moment. Adell said that he would meet his old friend Sinta. But in a recent photo of a man tagging his account, he was with a man.

Deon's suspicions soon increased. He tries to think positively. However, somehow this time he felt if there was something hidden by his wife.

"I told you Adell still had business in the office when I went home to Izza. Did Adell go see someone, too, but he said he wanted to see his best friend?"

I don't know why Deon doesn't accept that what's on his mind right now is true. Although he himself also had a relationship with Izza behind his wife.

The notification sound of incoming messages from the food ordering application disperse the daydreams of Deon. The message was sent by a courier who told him he had arrived at the gate.

It was not long before the man returned with a clear white plastic crackle bag containing his order. He closed the front door before leaving for Izza's room.

Deon found still sitting on the bed. Poor too. But the woman was following him. Without closing the door to his room again, Deon rushed over to the woman.

"Have you arrived?" asked the woman and Deon held a clear crackle in his hand.

"Eat here or at the dinner table?" deon asked before opening his crackle bag.

"It's okay here, sir?" Izza asked back.

"It's up to you."

"Here you are," Izza replied, then shifted her seat more to the center, giving the man a place.

Deon opened his crackle bag. Give Izza a pack of rice and another pack for her.

Then Deon opened the package containing grilled chicken. There are four pieces of grilled chicken consisting of two parts chest and two parts pahha.

"Waw, his pahha monttok too, yeah. Moreover, this is his chest, like yours," said the man.

"Ehh."

Deon gets a small pinch on the arm and an eye-splot from Izza.

"What's? Is that right? I'm trying to compare."

Deon took the roast chicken breast and likened it to Izza's.

"What the hell, Mr. Deon," Izza said shyly.

"Everything? But bigger has you, anyway," said the man again got a small pinch on the arm.

"Ac .. What is a pinch-cubit?"

"Yes, Mr. Deon is exhausted."

"A little bit, but you like it too, right?"

Izza gave a shy smile, but honestly he was happy in his heart too. He felt that Deon was no longer like his employer, but rather a girlfriend or husband.

"I want a lot of sambal," Izza pinta as Deon pours the sambal.

"Don't do much, you'll have a stomachache."

"So much attention" said Izza.

The man looked up at her face and looked at the face of the woman who was very close to him.

"But like it, right?"

Izza nodded his head without hesitation.

Deon smiled as he shook his head a few times. Then they started eating it.

"Great boy," praised Izza at the first bribe.

"What?"

"It." Izza pointed to his roasted chicken which was part of the chest.

"It's good to have you" Deon said.

Then Izza nyoba that part of the pahha.

"Emc .. The pahha is also delicious, more savory."

"What time?" ask Deon.

"Yes, try it."

"Maybe?"

"That." Izza pointed to the grilled chicken in the man's food.

Deon also tried the chicken to burn his thighs that are still intact.

"This is not good. I think it's better to have you, huh. It's more montttok."

"You trying to have me?"

"Maybe?"

"Can."

"Well, after you eat."

"Later out of the hunt."

"It won't be over if it's yours."

"meaning?"

Deon flicked his chin towards the pahha of that woman's body part. Izza only realized if the man turned out to discuss another pahha. He thinks chicken pahha is grilled.

The woman smiled without saying a word. Then they continued eating again.

Deon threw the trash into the kitchen while fetching a glass of water for Izza.

"Thank you" said the woman after receiving a glass of water from Deon.

Izza drank half of it and put the glass on the nightstand.

"Have you washed your hands?" ask that prja.

"It was just now" Izza replied.

Previously he had washed his hands in the bathroom as long as Deon went to dispose of the waste they had eaten.

"Why not wait for me?"

"It's okay, just get there."

"Because you're going to be like this?"

Izza sighed. Why did the man turn this possessive on her. He looked at the face of the man still standing in front of him.

"I'm glad you're as attentive as I am," Izza suddenly changed her 'me' to 'me'.

"You mean?"

"I don't know what you mean by what kind of concern I have, but I'm happy and sorry that I have to be honest."

Izza's expression was silent. I don't know what to say now. He could not prevent any feelings Izza had for him because he himself had behaved more than just an employer to his aides. The face if Izza carried away the feeling of his sweet attitude.

He himself feels the same way. One side he does not want to lose Adell and does not want Adell as he thinks. But on the other hand he began to be comfortable with Izza without his wife. Let's just say he's selfish, and he'll never deny it.

"Does that mean you like me?" tanya Deon wanted to make sure.

Without a doubt Izza nodded in confirming. Acknowledging that he really likes the man in front of him. But at this moment he no longer dared to look at that face. He was afraid that his expression would make the man disappointed and he would stay away.

Izza did not hear the man's voice anymore. He also did not dare to look at his face. He was sure that the man would be disappointed in him.

But without her expecting. Deon raised his chin using his index finger and landed a kiss on the lips.

Again Izza was surprised until his eyes were perfectly rounded. Because he thought Deon would be disappointed in him. But instead he gave what he was currently hoping for.

Izza removed her lips and looked at Deon's face.

"Does this mean you like me too?" ask Izza to make sure.

"Come on, but I'm comfortable with you like this" the man replied again and linked their lips again.

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