Scorpios

Disturbances

Deon just received a call from his foster brother to meet. Somehow Deon felt that his brother had started to suspect him. However, her brother was not an arbitrary person who could be easily tricked.

"How's this? Am I going to see my sister or not?" batin Deon worried.

Because too much of Deon's mind to be unconscious if his lover goes into the room. With a reflex he immediately locked his phone.

"Says Brother Deon is looking for me?" asked Aileen softly.

"Yes, what do you want to eat? We both haven't had breakfast, have we?" deon asked half-nervingly.

Aileen became suspicious, especially when she came to the room, making Deon immediately close his phone as if he did not want to know the contents.

"I'd like to eat cake again, but because the ingredients are less still spent by the waiter first" replied Aileen.

"Then to prop up the stomach while I make apokat juice first yes," Deon persuaded.

"Yes," replied Aileen obediently.

Deon immediately grabbed Aileen's arm and led her down the stairs attentively.

Aileen was happy to be treated this well, but in her heart there was also something propping up. It was like a secret was hidden.

"Sit down here first, I'll be in the kitchen for a bit" Deon pinta said as she kissed Aileen's friendly forehead.

When Deon went to the kitchen the servants volunteered to serve, but Deon refused.

Deon knows how Aileen tastes so that her stomach is not tired. That is without milk, because Aileen feels tired every time she drinks or eats something sweet.

"Aileen. I will always try to protect you and our fetus" Deon said.

After finishing making Deon juice also took the time to peel red apples and melon fruit. She reads a lot on google if pregnant women always want fresh - fresh.

Then with a cheerful smile Deon immediately came to the future wife who was apparently chatting with the waiter who had just returned to shopping.

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"If the ingredients have been obtained why not just processed?" ask Deon who doesn't want his girlfriend to starve.

"Later it's okay, Adella is sleeping I don't want to bother her," replied Aileen who always felt shy.

"You drink the juice first" Deon replied.

Deon immediately went to Keenan's room, but the room was empty.

"Have you seen Adella?" ask Deon.

"It looks like he is resting with Mr. Keenan in the guest room downstairs," replied the friendly maid.

Deon immediately went down again and without hesitation knocked on the door many times.

"Adella, you're inside, right? That waiter who was shopping for cake has arrived. Please do it soon, right? Poor Aileen couldn't eat anything and just wanted to eat your homemade cake," Deon persuaded to hold back a laugh because he knew what was going on inside.

"Yes, Brother Deon. I'll be right out" Adella replied from inside the room.

Deon himself still did not want to leave the place, because from inside there was a noise between Keenan and Adella.

"Sorry, Bro has disturbed your pleasure, but I don't want to let my son get upset" Deon said.

But Adella has not been out for long, Deon increasingly wants to prank them both. Without shame or guilt Deon knocked on the door many times.

"Adella... Did you sleep again?" asked Deon in a plain tone.

A few seconds later, Adella came out with a red face.

"I'm sorry I interrupted your sleep" Deon said, pretending to be guilty.

"No, Brother Deon. I washed my face first. Where is aileen?" reply Adella tries to act ordinary.

"In the living room" replied Deon.

"Then I'll go there first, brother?" pamit Adella's.

"Alright," Deon said as he glanced inward.

After Adella was not seen again Deon opened the door to the guest room.

"Oey. Don't pretend to sleep again" Deon said as he leaned against the side of the door.

Keenan who had closed his eyes in annoyance just got angry.

"Damn it!" Bait Keenan while throwing a pillow into Deon's face.

"UPS... Why are you angry - angry?" deon asked as he hugged the pillow he had just caught.

"Don't act you, get out there!" keenan replied curiously holding back the pain as his most sensitive possessions had already hardened and pulsed - a pulse.