MY HELPER PASSION

MY HELPER PASSION
GP 6



Izza knocked on the door of his master's room when the rib soup that had been served was ready to be dinner. Not long after, the door of the room opened and the man appeared from behind the door with a flat object attached to the earlobe.


"Sir, the dinner is ready" Izza said.


Deon gestured for him to wait a while as he was on the phone with someone.


"Darling, it was, yeah. I'm gonna eat first. You're not there to miss your dinner. As busy as anything."


"OKs. Love you too" Deon said again before hanging up his phone call.


Izza looked down silently hearing how romantic the man was to his wife.


"A ripe?" deon asked then Izza looked up his head.


"Already, sir," Izza replied quickly.


"Yes, let's eat."


Deon came out and closed the door to his room. He was about to leave, but Izza was still on the spot.


"Why? Let's eat!" bring Deon again.


"We, sir?" ask Izza to make sure.


"Yes. Are you not hungry?"


"Hehe .. Hungry too, sir."


"Yes, let's eat now."


Deon stepped away first, while Izza was still silent on the spot. He put on a smile as the man said the word 'we'. He sounded more familiar and he was happy.


"Now I like leaning in, this time" said the woman before following Deon's steps towards the dining area.


Deon pulled out one of the dining chairs and landed his body sitting there. The fragrant aroma of rib soup in a large bowl that is still steaming makes his stomach thrashing. He could not wait to eat it soon.


"I'll get you yes, sir," bargained Izza over a nod by Deon.


Izza took rice and rib soup for her employer separately. Rice on the plate while her rib soup in the bowl. After that, he put it in front of the man.


"Thank you" said Deon.


"Together, sir."


Izza quickly took rice and rib soup for himself. He found a rib that forgot to cut. He took that part.


"You picked it up" Deon said as he watched Izza pick up the ribs.


"Forgot a piece, sir. But that's okay, that big long is better," the woman replied, making Deon gawk for a moment to hear her answer.


Izza was aware of his words. He nodded and started to eat.


"Enak ya-" Deon was about to praise the woman but his sentence stopped when he saw Izza put the long ribs into his mouth and put them back out after the meat was successfully eaten.


Izza immediately closed his mouth when he realized that Deon was looking at him.


"Hm, sorry, sir," said the woman.


Deon immediately swallowed his own saliva. Stare at Izza's face for like a second before she eats back her food.


Deon began to steal glances at Izza who was so enjoying his long ribs. He continued to stuff the long bone into his mouth with the occasional emmutt.


Deon accidentally dropped his spoon under the table until it clinked.


"Eh, sorry," said the man.


Izza quickly moved to pick up the dropped spoon. But stopped by Deon.


"Let me. You just continue eating it."


Deon rewinded his chair, then bent down to pick up his dropped spoon. The spoon he had managed to grab, but something stopped him.


Glucose!


Deon gulped his saliva. His jakun was seen up and down looking at a scene he should not have seen from any woman other than his wife.


The clothes worn by Izza showed up to the pahha and the woman's pants were visible. Accentuate the chewy meat mound behind it.


Deon blinked his eyes once, then he immediately went up again for fear of being discovered if he had just seen something.


Izza saw the look on his employer's face changed after taking a spoon under the table. The man looked at him and made him feel strange.


"Sir Deon why?" Izza stopped chewing his food.


Deon nodded stiffly.


"No, it's okay. Can you get me a new spoon? It's dirty," she asked later.


"Oh, yes sir."


Izza immediately got up from his seat to pick up a new spoon in the pantry. While Deon rubbed his face to make sure what he had just seen was real or just a hallucination.


Izza came back and gave her a new spoon.


"Thank you" said Deon.


"Yes, equally," replied Izza.


After that until the meal was over, there was no more talk between them. Deon continued to resuscitate himself and brushed off dirty thoughts about what he saw from his own home assistant.


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