The Love of the Duda

TCSD 27: Warm

The resort's kitchen area, which was previously clean, neat, snug, not even a speck of stains that adorned, now turned messy like a broken ship. Several eggs are scattered there and wheat flour is scattered everywhere.

All kitchen equipment is also messy, seems scattered everywhere, not in accordance with the previous position. Maybe if the man who had been busy struggling with the black forest recipe followed the 'Master Chef' talent show that was so famous on television, surely he will be immediately kicked out by chef Juna from the gallery, because really the work of this man is very, very, very bad.

God almost gave up when he started making cakes twice but the results always failed. And the third time he tried to pay attention, listen, and do according to who was in one of the videos on YouTube, finally his cake this time succeeded. A small black forest that was the result of his hand was ready to give to the plain girl who was about to get older.

The resort employee was busy monitoring the situation around. With a feeling of anxiety, his head frowned like a thief who was making sure the situation and conditions around him were safe. He was a little relieved after seeing a small black forest already held on a flat plate.

"Sir, because you have finished making this cake, please clean this kitchen as before. There's still no one who knows what you've done in this kitchen."

Still staring at the cake made, Dewa approached the resort employee. "Sir, I don't have much time anymore. I'm hustling. So please just clean this kitchen."

Like hearing lightning during the day, the words of God instantly made the lips of the resort employee gaping wide. "What's? Master told me to clean the kitchen that's like a broken ship?" The resort employee shook his head. "No, no, no. I can't do it Sir. Because this is not my responsibility."

"But Ma'am, it's almost twelve in the evening. I'll be late."

"But Sir...."

Refutation from the resort employee stalled when God reached into the pocket of the pants he was wearing and then issued five pieces of money a hundred thousand. Without hesitation, Dewa handed the banknote to the resort employee.

"Take this Mommy!"

Resort employee flabbergasted. "Master bribed me?"

The god shook his head. "No, no. This is my thanks to her mother. I really can't clean this room because it's almost twelve in the evening. I don't want to be late to miss this moment with my lady."

The servant looked at the face of the God with a full glance. From the look in his eyes, he saw that this man really did not want to be late in passing the seconds of his lover's age. And from his face also implied a hope that he could help this man to clean and tidy up this kitchen.

In the end, the resort employee's hand was outstretched, taking the paper money given by God. "Okay sir, I will clean and tidy up this kitchen. But our deal is still working. That sir will be my guarantee if I'm fired."

"I hold everything I've ever said, Ma'am. You don't worry."

The long and difficult negotiation process with resort employees was finally completed as well. Gegas, the God sauntered away and then caught up with Mara who was still waiting for her on the beach. I don't know what a Mara means to a God. The man was willing to use the time he had to bother making a cake right on the girl's birthday, and willing to spend a lot of money to be able to see a smile rise on the lips of the girl. Without ever realizing it, if he had given more attention to Mara, in his own way.

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Happy birthday to you...

Happy birthday to you...

Happy birthday, happy birthday...

Happy birthday to you....

Mara, who was still late in her daydream was taken aback by the singing voice of someone who came suddenly. He turned his body and looked like God had returned with a small cake in his hand.

"T-Master...."

Twelve o'clock and five minutes, the gods arrived where Mara was. He smiled, picked up a match and prepared to light the small candle that was still out.

"Although I'm five minutes late, it won't diminish the meaning of your birthday, will it?" The god breathed deeply. "Regend! We're passing through the night of your age together."

Mara got up from her sitting position. At first glance, he wagged the dress he was wearing to remove the attached sand.

Both of Mara's eyes were already dewy filled with such an overwhelming feeling of haru. It is certain that a drop of dew from the two neutrals will soon drip. "T-Mr... Why did you do this?"

It was almost Mara blowing out the candle that was on top of that little cake, but suddenly ....

"Stop! Make a request first. Said many people, the supplication we uttered right on our birthday, will surely come true."

Mara nodded slowly with a smile painted on her lips. The girl closed her eyes and began to make a wish.

Lord... I want to be happy. Hopefully after this there will be no more sadness that I feel. Hopefully after this, I can be a successful person with all the dreams I have. May You meet me with the man who will be the source of my happiness and may You give happiness to this man who is before me.

After making a wish in her heart, Mara opened her eyes again. He began to blow this small candle in front of him slowly.

The god brought his face closer to Mara's. I don't know where the man's push then kissed Mara's forehead intensely. "Good age, Mara. May you always be happy."

Mara who was overwhelmed by the overwhelming novelty could only nod her head. His chest felt tight again, and sure enough he was crying as he pleased. Getting something that after the departure of the mother he never got again, now he can get it back from a foreign man he just knew. His lips were clenched, unable to say anything. Only the clear crystals that came out of his clear well spoke that he was very happy today.

The fingers of the God stretched out to gently rub the cheeks of Mara that had been decorated by those tears. "Don't cry anymore. Promise me that you will always be happy. Now, eat this cake. I believe you'll like it."

Mara smiled knot. He tried to regulate his breathing that was still cringing. "Is this cake made by you?"

"Yes, I'm a versatile man. So making a cake like this is easy for me."

Mara chuckles amusedly. "Okay sir, I believe. But what should I use to cut this cake?"

The god again reached into his pants pocket. He felt that at this time his pocket was turned into a magic bag just like Doraemon's which all the things we want are in there.

"Because I forgot to bring a knife, so use this!" said the Lord as he held out a small spoon in front of Mara.

The girl just chuckled. He received a small spoon given by God and began to take a small portion of the cake.

"First cookie for Master!" mara said as she held out the cake right in front of the lips of God.

"Forku?"

"Yes, as an expression of my gratitude because Master has already bothered to do all this for me."

In the end the Lord opened his mouth. He took the cake out of the girl's hand. Slowly, he chewed on the cake in his mouth while staring at the beautiful face of the girl. The god took a small spoon from Mara's hand. He scoops a small portion of the cake and then stretches it out in front of Mara's lips.

Without hesitation, Mara opened her mouth and accepted a bribe from the hands of the Gods. A bribe, for the sake of a bribe goes into Mara's mouth. Both of them dissolve in this togetherness. To the extent that it does not taste if the cake is almost toilet without a trace.

The god chuckled amusedly at the sight of some creamy cake splashing on Mara's lips. Without further ado, the God brought his lips closer to Mara's lips and began to clean the cream with his.

Again, Mara gasped. His heart was pounding again feeling the touch of God's lips. Unknowingly, the girl opened her lips and welcomed the kiss of the God. Getting a reply from the girl, God threw the cake plate in any direction. He pulled the girl's slender waist and grabbed her to carry her into his arms.

A warm kiss that felt so intoxicating. The two lips were clenched together, peeling at each other, as if looking for the pleasure that was inside each other's lips. The kiss deepened yet this time the Gods did not demand anything more than this. The man really enjoyed the lip game of the girl. That really made him feel something he had missed so much.

The god let go of his pagutan when the girl was like a difficulty to breathe. The god looked back at Mara's netra and he rested a kiss on the girl's forehead.

"Blessed always, Mara!"

"Thank you very much Lord God!"

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