The Debt Redeemer

83. Ashtray

Deka was wide-eyed to hear Milla's request just now. He who was standing behind Milla was trying to digest Milla's sentence.

"Hey, hey, you're not seriously asking for a cigarette, are you?" Inner Deka hesitated. She behaved that way because she judged Milla was a non-smoker woman. Deka believed the woman had never been involved in anything like this. It is impossible that his judgment is wrong.

"Why silence? You're still here, right?" Tanya Milla returned when she did not hear an answer from Deka.

"Ah, yes, I'm here." Deka walked up to Milla and stood next to Milla staring out of the balcony. Outside the balcony that Deka saw was only a spacious manicured courtyard belonging to the Bachsmid family as far as his eyes could see.

"You must be confused. Honestly, I am the same. But if there's a time like this, my dad's gonna be out for a while and burn his cigarettes." Milla recounted a memory she always remembered about her father. His father once told him that he was an active smoker. For him cigarettes are breakfast, lunch, and dinner. Important to his life. And this is when Milla suddenly wants to try to follow her father.

Honestly, Deka wanted to reject Milla's request. But because she knew what Milla was going through right now, she wanted to give it to Milla instead.

After some deliberation, Deka handed one stick to Milla's hand. Feeling her hand being given a cigarette, Milla smiled. He used to not really like this thing in his hand. For him it is poison, not good for the body. But for some reason at this moment, he felt this thing in his hand was like a solution.

"Is this how you hold it?" Tanya Milla displayed her hand according to her memory as her father inhaled the thing.

"More or less like that. I light it up, huh?" Deka took a match from his pocket.

Milla nodded in response.

When the smoke had billowed and smelled in Milla's nose, the woman immediately sucked the nipple in her hand.

"Hftt, uhuk, uhuk.," Milla coughed immediately after one suck. "Akh, this is so bad."

Deka swiftly patted Milla's back and took a cigarette from Milla's hand.

"You shouldn't have done it." Deka looks panicked seeing Milla like that. Actually, the cigarette that Deka carries is quite different from the usual cigarette. This is a custom cigarette with a rough and bitter taste. Not suitable for a beginner like Milla.

"uhuk, it's okay. I just haven't gotten used to it. Give it up again, I'm not done yet." Milla dodged Deka's hand on her back and tried to take a cigarette from Deka's hand.

"Oh, I said give it to me again." Milla insists on taking a cigarette in Deka's hand. The more Milla tried, the more Deka stayed away. They are like two cats fighting over a mouse.

"Son, you can't smoke." Prohibit Deka firmly.

Throw one cigarette down by Deka so that Milla can not reach him again.

"Why? Why can't I? Isn't it that being down like this is the right time?" Milla said with a trembling voice. It seems Milla is starting to be fragile tonight. Even though he was smiling and laughing at dinner last night, his heart was very fragile. He harbored everything so well as not to be seen in front of everyone.

Without feeling Milla began to shed her tears. His memory of his father makes his emotions can not be accommodated anymore. In front of Deka for the umpteenth time Milla cried again.

"Ke,,, why?! Why is everything like this,,,,?!" sobs Milla is no longer able to be dammed. Milla pulled Deka's shirt and buried her face in Deka's chest. Cry broke.

"Huuuaaa,,,,,,,Aa,,,,,ap, what's my fault?! Why is it all like this?! Aaa, I'm scared! Aaakk"

Deka threw away cigarette packs and matches that he held in any direction. Her one hand held Milla's chin and lifted her up to face her.

Cup

Deka kissed Milla's lips stopping Milla's indistinct chatter.

"Hmph,, hmppph," Milla did not resist and stopped the sudden kiss from the Deka. He even gave Deka the widest opportunity. Milla's hand even rose in a circle towards Deka's neck for the kiss to be more intense.

Deka who gets freedom moves smoothly. She brought the kiss to be very hot for both of them. Deka's hand moved hugging Milla's hip.

*Huh, this is better than smoking." Deka let go of that hot kiss. He was afraid of what would happen next if he continued.