MY HELPER PASSION

GP 4

Deon's coming home at three in the afternoon. It's still Adell's mind that tonight isn't coming home. Although it was due to his business affairs, still he felt uneasy and worried. Especially if it is already dealing with the law.

"Good afternoon, Mr. Deon."

Izza's greeting made the body of the man who was still sculpting on the front doorway of the house gasp in shock. Izza did not surprise him at all.

"Yes, afternoon," Deon replied with a brief smile and was about to leave.

"Sir Deon," Izza's call stopped the man's move.

"Yes, why?"

"Do you want to make coffee or hot tea?"

Deon nodded in acceptance of the offer from the woman.

"Yes, I can."

"Yes, I made it first yes, sir."

"Don't eat too much sugar."

"Good, sir."

Izza went to the kitchen. He was glad the man did not reject his offer.

Deon throws his suit in any direction and falls draped over the sofa. Then he dropped himself on the bed with his back. He looked at the ceiling of the room while thinking of something in his head.

"I've been married to Adell for a year, but I don't have any children. Adell's busyness that makes me have to delay the desire to have children. Once Adell's done with his business, I'll talk about this. About me wanting to have a child. Inevitably, prepared unprepared, Adell had to comply with my request."

Deon immediately commented on the smile as he shadowed how warm the house was with the presence of the baby. She misses the figure of a little angel who will later be the most beautiful gift in her marriage.

Tok tok ..

Deon's daydreams broke down instantly to hear the sound of his bedroom door being knocked by someone who could be sure it was Izza.

The man immediately got up and opened the door of his room, Izza appeared from behind the door.

"I'm making coffee, sir."

"Yes, thank you, bi. But Izza put it on the back garden table, yeah. I'll change clothes first, then go there."

"Oh well, sir," Izza replied obediently.

The woman covered her going to bring her coffee back to put it on the garden table. Deon changed his clothes.

Not long after, Deon follows into the backyard garden of the house. Where Izza was standing there waiting for him.

After seeing his master had already come, he intended to return home.

"Where are you going, bi?"

Deon's question stopped the woman's move.

"You go inside, sir."

"Sit, bi. I just happen to need a friend to talk to. Who knows, aunt has a solution to my problem."

It makes Izza happy. This could be an opportunity to get closer to the man but not so hopeful.

Deon asks Izza to be his interlocutor because he feels that Izza's bi is more mature than him. In addition Izza is a woman who knows who can represent the point of view of his wife.

Before starting the conversation, Deon sipped his coffee first. Izza was already impatient to hear what Deon wanted to talk to him about.

Deon's question made Izza silent for a moment, inexplicably for the matter of the child he became a little sensitive. Remembering the old times.

"I think that's a natural thing. Remember Mr. Deon and Mr. Adell who are both busy with their respective jobs."

"Yes, bi. But according to bi Izza it's not too late anyway?"

"No, sir. Out there even many more than a year."

"Oh yeah?"

Izza nodded. "Yes." Yeah."

Deon was silent for a while.

"If I think, one year seems to be enough to delay the pregnancy program. If you are busy, when to find the time. I've been thinking lately of having children."

Deon sipped back on his coffee.

"Want to have a child for someone who is married is natural. And the child will be born in a fortunate state because his presence is so in wait. But it all has to be on top of a deal between Mr. Deon and Ms. Adell. Does Adell want the same thing as Mr Deon?"

Deon exhaled a rough breath.

"That's the problem. Adell would still want to delay the pregnancy program for the same reason. I want and am ready to have a child."

"It's best to wait until Adell's mom is ready to have children, sir," Izza suggested.

"But until when, bi?"

"Until Mr. Deon and Ms. Adell are completely ready for the little guy."

"I think it's gonna take a while."

"That's much better, sir. Rather than the child having to be born in a state not in want of his presence. Like me."

Izza's last sentence caught Deon's attention.

"meaning?"

Izza was aware that he was just about to open his identity. He didn't think he needed to tell Deon this. Because he did not make the man even lost respect for him.

"No, sir. It'sit's nothing. My advice is better Mr. Deon talk about this with Mrs Adell directly. If Adell's mom isn't ready, you better not."

Izza turned his face the other way, he did not want to make the man sitting next to him guess over him.

Deon took advice from Izza.

"Yes, bi. Thanks for the advice."

"Together, sir. Before, can I ask for the same thing Mr Deon?"

"What?"

"Don't call me bi, just call Izza. I'm not really old, am I?"

Deon chuckled a little. Indeed, if viewed fikis and appearance, Izza still looks twenties the same age as Adell.

"Because bi Izza has been willing to listen to my curses just now, then I will grant your request, Izza," Deon replied.

Izza commented a faint smile hearing Deon call it your word and called himself by name. That sounds more familiar.

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