The Love of the Stepchild

CHAPTER 22. Omlet egg.

"Sorry, Dad. I don't have a point-,"

"It is not to be discussed," Radit's quick circus interrupted Zeon's speech.

The atmosphere became uncomfortable, fortunately the waiter came to deliver the food order.

After the waiter left, all focused on lunch, no one opened their voices until lunch was over.

Zelea rubbed her lips with a tissue. "Mas, are we going straight home?" Staring Radit.

"Hem, we'll pack up and go straight to the airport" Radit replied, staring at Zelea at a glance and then continue drinking juice.

"This fast, Dad. Is there a problem in the company?" Zeon suddenly came home.

"No, it's just that our vacation is enough. Later if there is a long holiday again Daddy promises to take you another vacation," Radit explained as he looked at Zeon and Zelea.

Zeon nodded in understanding, then the three of them left from there, heading straight for his waiting rental car. After everyone got into the car, the driver drove up.

Zelea looked out through the glass window of the car.

Hah today is my last day here, I still feel at home here, but have to go home, good bye country D, I will definitely vacation here again, inner Zelea.

Radit gave a small smile looking at Zelea's face which turned towards the street looking sad. "Are you sad to go home?" Radit's hand rubbed Zelea's head.

Zelea looked up and smiled.

"Don't be sad, when a long holiday arrives we will both vacation again," explained Radit, Zelea nodded small, her lips still faithfully smiling.

Hem. Hem.

Dehheman violently Zeon who sits next to Radit, pays for the interaction of Radit and Zelea.

Radit distanced his hand which had rubbed the top of Zelea's head.

Like there was no place they were making out, the inner Zeon, his face was looking out at the streets.

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Each began packing his things to put in a suitcase, without the help of Radit had done it himself, it turned out that the man was neater than Zeon.

Zeon's clothes without being folded are directly put in the suitcase, Radit who glanced at the way Zeon packed his clothes only bobble his head.

"If you like that pity Bi Jum will iron him out he's having trouble."

Zeon glanced at his father, and refocused his clothes on the suitcase. "Biarin, Bi Jum has been paid has become his duty as well, right." Zeon answered ketus.

"I'm done."

Zelea's carefree voice, the woman just came, currently standing in the doorway with her lips smiling sweetly.

"Mas Radit want help?" Zelea walked in, approached Radit. Turns out Radit had finished packing his things, his suitcase was closed.

"No Ze, it's all ready." Radit stopped his words, turning towards Zeon. "Maybe Zeon needs help."

Zelea also followed her gaze at Zeon, the young man was still busy stuffing clothes into the suitcase.

"It is not finished" Zeon answered, standing up.

"Will you leave now what will you do?" asked but slightly raised his voice. I don't know Zeon just wants to be angry, but nobody does anything wrong.

Zelea and Radit looked at each other.

"Let's go now" Radit asked, walking first, which then followed Zelea and Zeon behind him.

As they headed for the elevator, Zeon and Zelea both turned their heads until their eyes met, but as quickly as possible their faces turned with lips both pouting.

Radit who was standing in the middle of them saw Zelea and Zeon alternately, after which shook his head.

After the elevator doors opened, they immediately went out from there to the front yard, there was already a car waiting, and they immediately got into the car. Not long after that the car drove to the airport.

Thirty minutes later, the car arrived at the airport. Radit along with Zeon and Zelea immediately walked in and immediately made the purchase of flight tickets to country T.

Fortunately there is no need to wait long, only fifteen minutes there has been an announcement that the plane that wants to be boarded already wants a flight.

Radit, along with Zelea and Zeon, got on the plane, and soon the plane took off.

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They arrived at the Mansion already at half eleven p.m., after traveling approximately nine hours in the air, country D - country T.

Zelea just came out of the bathroom, looked fresher after bathing.

Radit stood in front of the mirror, his hand holding a towel. "Ze, please wake up Bi Jum, I'm hungry" he said, still focused on looking in the mirror.

"Mas, hungry? I'm the one who cooked, pity Bi Jum must be sleeping now," said Zelea while taking clothes in the closet.

"Whatever, I want to take a shower first" Radit said as he passed to the bathroom.

Actually Zelea was tired from the long journey, but this was her duty as a wife.

Zelea smiled to see her reflection in front of the mirror that was already wearing clothes, after which out of the room towards the kitchen.

This mansion seemed quiet because it was night, when Zelea went down the stairs there was only the sound of her footsteps using sandals.

Arriving in the kitchen, Zelea opened the refrigerator, there was no groceries at all.

Bi Jum doesn't seem to be shopping yet, cook anything about, inner Zelea.

His eyes continued to look for food that could be cooked, but still nothing, in the egg container only two eggs were left.

Zelea opens another cupboard that is used to store dry foods such as noodles.

Zelea breathed a sigh of relief there were still three noodles left there, Zelea took the three instant noodles.

Zelea opened the rice cooker, fortunately there was still rice. Zelea walked towards the stove to start cooking.

Zelea stared at the two eggs and three noodles in front of her.

Mas Radit does not like noodles, do I make omlet only yes, inner Zelea.

Because there is no food, Zelea cooked egg omlet tonight.

It did not take long for the egg omlet to be finished, its fragrant aroma, Zeon who is currently down the stairs kissing Zelea cuisine. His steps accelerated because he wanted to eat too.

Zelea arranged the dishes on the dining table, along with the rice and omlet that she made earlier.

"Why isn't Bi Jum cooking?" zeon asked as he arrived at the dining room.

"Bi Jum sleeps," Zelea replied without diverting from her activities that were still pouring water into the glass.

Zeon sat in his seat, Radit came and sat down. His forehead wrinkled as he looked at the one Zelea cooked in just one sort.

"Cuisine has run out, Mas, sorry I just cook this," said Zelea, as if understanding the meaning of Radit's forehead wrinkles.

Radit did not answer, for him it is not a problem to eat only with omlet dishes. They all ate together.

Zeon ate voraciously, initially chewing quickly but slowly changing slowly, his eyes glazed over. Zeon ate an egg omlet made by Zelea his heart felt sad, when he felt the delicious egg omlet made by Zelea which was exactly as delicious as the Mommy made first.