MY HELPER PASSION

GP 7

It's eleven in the night but Deon hasn't been able to sleep. In addition to thinking about what his wife was doing there, his mind was also a little disturbed about what he saw under the table earlier while eating.

As hard as he closed his eyes, still the subconscious did not pull him into the dream. He's having trouble sleeping tonight just because of Izza.

"Aarghp .. Why do I keep thinking of Izza?"

Deon rubbed his face violently, trying to brush off and dispel those memories. But the more he tried to tepis, the more clear his shadow was seen.

The man took a pillow that his wife used to wear, quickly used to cover the entire face. Wish he could sleep with it. But it actually feels stuffy and has trouble breathing.

"Aarbae .." Deon throws pillows in any direction while getting up.

His breathing sounded a little hunting due to lack of oxygen. He beat his head from overthinking.

"Come on, forget what you saw at the dinner table, Deon!"

The man spoke to himself.

Prawn ..

The sound of falling objects managed to attract Deon's attention.

"What's that?" muttered.

Curious, he got out of his bed and rushed towards the source of the voice.

"Aww .."

A person was grimacing in pain because his index finger was bleeding due to being hit by a piece of glass that he accidentally broke.

"Izza."

Someone's call made him look. A man stood before him and saw his finger bleeding.

"Why you?" the man asked as he pulled his injured hand to get up.

Without Izza explaining the man may already know what happened to him.

"Let's get hurt. This should be treated immediately, fearing infection."

Deon pulls Izza's hand but is held back by his owner.

"Sorry, sir. But-"

"Let me clean the glass. Treat your wounds first."

Deon pulls Izza's wrist and takes her away from the kitchen. The man asks Izza to sit on the sofa of the television room to wait for him while picking up the p3k box.

The glass scratches on his hands were quite decent so Izza was in pain. Not long after Deon came back with his p3k box. Deon sat on the side facing himself and took a cotton swab to clean his blood first. But the blood coming out of Izza's hand was badly injured.

The iris of the woman's eyes instantly widened as Deon stuffed his injured finger into her mouth to stop the bleeding. The man pulled a piece of tissue on the table to remove the blood from his mouth.

Izza did not stop looking at the face of the man before him until he did not realize that his wound was finished being treated.

"It's over, Za," Deon said.

Izza immediately turned his gaze in the other direction and he looked a little nervous. He did not expect that Deon would be so considerate and worried about him.

"It feels like a dream" Izza muttered.

Deon began to realize that his actions had exceeded the limit between an employer and a maid. Then he came back to grudge his stupidity. He had difficulty forgetting the incident.

"Thank you, sir," Izza said later.

Deon nodded without looking at Izza. "Yes, equally. Next time be careful."

"Yes, sorry, sir. I accidentally tugged his glass. If Mr. Deon wants to cut my salary to replace the glass, I don't have a problem."

"That's too much. Only a glass. What matters is that you are okay. May the wound dry quickly."

"Yes, sir. Thank you," said Izza.

Now there is only confusion between the two. Deon decided to go to clean the glass fragments.

Deon had never cleaned glass. He was in school and had been for a long time. When her mother was still there.

Deon carefully cleaned the glass fragments of his glass. Put it in a crackle bag. After making sure that nothing was left behind, he threw it in the trash. However, as soon as he got up and turned his back, he found Izza standing in front of him.

"Izza, why don't you sleep?" deon asked a little surprised that there was someone there.

"I can't sleep first, sir. Mr. Deon must have woken up because of me."

Deon took a deep breath.

"I haven't slept since."

Deon's answer made Izza feel even more guilty.

"Then Mr. Deon sleeps, let me throw it away."

Izza was about to pick up a plastic bag containing broken glass in Deon's hand, but was immediately diverted by the man.

"No, let me. It's been too late. You just sleep there, let the wound heal quickly."

Deon covered going through Izza, the man was about to throw the glass trash directly into the trash can outside the house.

Izza felt guilty. But on the other hand he felt happy because of the man's attention to him just now.

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