MY HELPER PASSION

GP 5

It's been through magrib, but Izza hasn't seen her female employer back.

"Mrs Adell Tumben hasn't come home yet, has he?" thought the woman was because usually before the second magrib her employer was already at home.

Izza stirred again the rib soup he was making for dinner later. Then he heard the sound of footsteps approaching the kitchen. As soon as he looked, it was Deon.

Immediately Izza stopped his activities seeing the man wearing a shorthand and a white t-shirt. Shows his field chest very clearly. The man walked towards the refrigerator and picked up a canned soda drink.

Izza hurriedly turned her back and stirred up her ribs again before Deon realized he was watching.

"What cooking, Za?"

Hearing Deon's question calling himself by name made the woman's body instantly peck so happy and almost in disbelief.

When he answered his question and was about to turn back, he was surprised because the man was already standing next to him with his hand holding a soda can that had not been sealed.

Izza is increasingly made nervous and misbehaved, but he must be able to neutralize his facial expression so as not to arouse suspicion if he is very interested in the man.

"Cock the ribs, sir," replied the woman immediately making Deon laugh and almost choking on the drink she had just had.

Izza was aware of what he had just said, it was worth Deon to laugh.

"I-I mean rib soup, sir," the lady said.

Deon just smiled while shaking his head.

"You like to joke, too" said the man unexpectedly.

"Hehe .. A little," Izza replied nervously.

Deon looked at the rib soup pot that was still on the stove that gave off a fragrant aroma inviting his hunger.

"Still mature?"

"About fifteen minutes, so that the meat is tender. Let's be good."

Izza's answer subconsciously made the man think into something else. Deon's eyes immediately turned on Izza's chest protruding to the front of the pot. He remembered the breakfast incident in the morning.

"You want to try the sauce first, sir?" Izza's offer made the man quickly withdraw all his thoughts.

"Can. Can it be tasted?"

"It must be tasted first indeed, sir. If it's good later on."

"Well, what's up?"

"Continue eating" Izza replied.

Deon blinked his eyes once. Realize that he is less focused.

"Oh, yes."

Somehow Deon also failed to focus because of his thinking.

Izza scoops the rib soup sauce that is still in the pot, immediately he gives it to Deon.

"Here, sir."

Deon took over a spoonful of rib soup from Izza's hand, blew it several times to cool, and then he put it in his mouth.

Deon was silent while tasting. He knows little about cooking. All he knows is good.

"Try you'll taste it. I don't really understand cooking. But I think it's delicious. It's delicious," praised Deon.

Izza picked up Deon's old spoon and he took the soup in the pot for him to taste.

"What do you think you're lacking? It's so good."

Izza agreed with what Deon said. The soup taste is good and good. Just waiting for the meat to be tender.

"Yes, it's delicious" Izza replied.

"That means to go on?"

"What's up, sir?"

"Eat."

"Yes, wait for it to be soft, sir."

"OK."

Izza stopped stirring her soup because the seasoning was mixed evenly and delicious. Now there was only awkwardness between the two of them when it was suddenly silent.

"Em, sir. Miss Adell hasn't come home yet?" Izza asked and then split the silence.

Deon, who had originally chosen to leave, abandoned his intentions.

"Tonight my wife did not come home. There's business to be done."

"What's the rame in toktok, sir?"

"You know?"

Izza nodded. "Yes, sir. It turns out Adell's skincare bu product is quite viral as well."

"Because of fake news spread by irresponsible parties, product sales declined. Therefore now he takes care of the case as well as clean up his skincare brand."

"Mr Adell is a great woman, sir."

"Very great. That's why I'm so amazed and lucky to have it."

Deon's sentence just made Izza instantly feel insecure. The woman who came from the orphanage and it was unclear which identity could compete with a great and classy woman like her female employer.

"Why you?" deon asked when he saw the change in Izza's facial expression.

Izza. "It's okay, sir."

"Oh .. Yeah, well, then I'll just stay in the room for a while. Later if the soup can be eaten, do not forget to call."

"Alright, sir," Izza replied according to.

Deon then leaves Izza alone in the kitchen. Izza looked at the back of Deon's departure until the man was no longer visible from the reach of his eyes. Izza was quite self-aware of his position. But that didn't stop him from hoping.

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