MY HELPER PASSION

GP 8

Deon returned after disposing of plastic bags containing broken glass in the garbage cans outside the gate of his house. By the time he returned, he was startled by Izza who was still standing in the front doorway of the house.

"Gosh, Izza. Why are you still here?" exclaim Deon amazed.

"Sorry, sir. But I'm not sleepy and definitely not going to sleep" replied the woman.

"It's okay, but you stay in your room."

Izza just kept quiet while lowering his face. Then he took a step back as Deon walked in past him.

Izza thought her male master would also go to the room afterwards. But it turns out he was sitting on the living room couch.

"Sir Deon why is he here too?" Izza dared to ask.

"It's okay, just stay here first. Not sleepy either."

"Then I make you some warm sweet tea?" tawar Izza spirit.

"No need, anyways your hands are hurt. It's also too late" Deon refused to make a change in Izza's facial expression.

Izza could only exhale slowly while thinking something.

"Why are you still standing there? Here sit, door please close!"

Izza nodded quickly. "Good, sir."

Izza closed the front door of the house without locking it. After that he sat on a long sofa while Deon sat on a single sofa.

"Sir Deon can't sleep yet because Adell's mind is?" Izza tried to start the conversation.

Deon nodded. To be honest he is the reason why until now he has not been able to sleep. But it was partly because he thought of Adell as well.

"Yes. She's my wife anyway. I'm afraid he's doing something there" Deon said.

Izza nodded his head.

Talking about his wife, Deon wondered if the woman in front of him was married or not.

"Oh yeah, are you married?"

Hearing Deon's question, Izza looked a little confused as to what to answer. Then he shook his head.

"How old are you? Sorry," asked and said Deon so Izza wouldn't be offended.

"Thirty-four," Izza replied honestly.

Deon was a little surprised to hear that. But physically he did not believe that the woman was aged. He thought Izza was still thirty and under.

"What makes you choose for yourself?"

"Of course."

Deon seems to be interested in Izza's life.

Izza was silent for a while.

"If I tell you what my mass is like, I'm sure Mr. Deon will definitely hate me. And I still want to work in this house. I hope Mr. Deon can understand."

Deon appreciates Izza's decision to not be able to tell his mass. Because it includes his rights and privacy. Why does he want to know anyway.

"Ok, okay. Doesn't matter. I'm sorry I was too presumptuous to know your mass, which I shouldn't have asked."

"Yes, it's okay. What Mr. Deon asked was not wrong. Maybe as an employer Mr. Deon wants and needs to know what kind of people work in his home. But Mr. Deon rest easy, I am not a thief and I hope to work for a long time here."

"I never thought you were a thief."

"Yes, thank goodness. But it is not uncommon for employers to be afraid if the maid in his house is a thief or whatever it is."

Deon nodded his head.

"Yes, you're right. But I never thought about it at all. I'm sure you're a good man and .." Deon deliberately hung his sentence because he almost slipped.

"And what, sir?" Izza was curious and could not wait for his words to continue.

Deon was silent as he thought of what praise was appropriate to continue his sentence.

"Dan .. Smart cook," continued the man.

"Oh .." There was disappointment in Izza's face, he thought what the man would say.

Deon tapped his feet on the floor slowly but quickly, when he was almost lost will say Izza is beautiful. Luckily his tongue was on the brake.

After that he saw Izza yawn, and it seemed that the woman was already sleepy.

"You go back to that room. You're already fucking up."

Without being denied, Izza also admitted if the drowsiness had begun to come.

"Yes, sir. Then I go to sleep first."

"Yes, there."

"Emc .. Thank you for treating my wounds" Izza said, ending with a smile.

Izza got up from his seat and left from there. Deon looked at the back of the woman's departure until it was gone from the reach of his eyes. It was as if he had just been hypnotized by his smile.

Deon blinked his eyes once and then shook his head.

"No, no. What are you thinking, Deon?" the man came back to grudge himself after Izza was gone.

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