Oh My Cecunguk
Episode 53

I was drying my hair when I heard a whistling sound. No need to look back to see who was whistling, it was definitely Alan.

"What's wrong? Why come to my room?" ask me without looking at him. My eyes focused on the mirror, looking at the reflection of my own face.

"Can I come in?" tanyakanya.

I rolled my eyes, lazy. "Aren't you in yet?"

Wherever Alan is Alan, the neighbor sucks. When he asks for permission, it means he has done it and if I don't allow it even once he will still force and barge in. Just like he did before and just now.

As he whistled I had even heard his footsteps walking closer.

My body shook as he dropped his body on the bed. Not just once, he lifted and dropped his butt repeatedly so that the bed we were sitting on kept shaking.

I looked back, looking at him sharply. "Are you a child? Stop playing around there."

She grinned. "Your bed is so soft" he said.

"Take it if you want" I said, turning away. Look back at the mirror and continue drying your hair using a hair dryer.

As fast as lightning he got up and stepped on his feet, knowing he was already standing in front of me. "Seriously?" ask him with sparkling eyes.

"I'm not kidding. Get out of the way, you're blocking the view" I said. Pushing his body with one hand.

The sneak didn't shift one bit. It's still in front of me. However, he changed his position by sitting crouching down so that I could reflect again.

"Then tonight I will sleep here, with you," Alan said with a grin on his face.

I looked at him with my eyes twinkling. "Do you want to get hit?" my threat.

"As long as I can sleep with you, I will be beaten to a pulp" he said with a laugh.

I can only shake my head. I don't think he's sane. Alan hasn't moved. I saw water dripping from the end of her hair. Then it flows into his shoulders and nape. He looks thinner because his feathers are wet and disheveled. Still looks handsome. His face was very smooth, flawless and looked a little cute as he smiled. I can no longer bear to see his appearance like a kitten kecemplung got and looks unkempt.

"Wake up and sit down" I said, patting the side next to me.

Like a trained puppy. He immediately got up and sat down where I commanded, very obedient. I grabbed a small towel from the closet. Then he started wiping his black hair. "After the shower you have to dry your hair first."

"Wouldn't they dry on their own? Why bother." He closed his eyes as I rubbed his head.

"But you look like a kitten that just splashed into the water" I said. Still drying her hair with a towel. When it is not too wet then I dry it with a hair dryer and style her hair.

Alan opened his eyes again. "Then do it for me every day" he said, looking up. Her long neck was exposed, white and smooth with a large jakun in the middle.

"Heh, you think I'm your nanny!"

"Then be my babysitter, Alea," she asked with a face.

"You're not a baby" I said as I stood up. Roll up the cable and keep the hair dryer into place.

Alan laughed again. He looked even more charming when his hair was neatly arranged. "The color you've done my hair, I'll treat you to a meal. Let's go out," he asked.

"Deal," sambarku, agreed. I walked out ahead of him. Alan sniggers behind me.

Alan stepped on the accelerator when we were both in the car. The car drove fast. Split a pretty rough road.

"After a meal, stop by the supermarket, Al. I want to buy some groceries."

"Okay, boss," he said as he turned to me for a moment. His palm was placed on his temple. Like a soldier saluting a superior when delivering a report. I laughed because of that attitude.

As planned, after our stomachs were filled with several portions of food, Alan and I went to the supermarket not far from the restaurant we were visiting earlier.

Alan pushed the trolley while we were shopping. I was busy choosing the groceries.

"Do you intend to keep goats? so much grass you bought."

I turned my head, looking at Alan who was holding two bundles of kale and spinach that I had just put into the trolley.

"Yes, you're the goat."

"I don't like grass. You have to buy a lot of meat if you want to keep me." Alan pushed the trolley and walked towards the place displaying various types of meat and seafood. I followed behind him. Without much thought Alan grabbed a few packs of meat and loaded them onto the trolley. Not just once he took it again and again.

"Hey ... Do you intend to feed the people of one village?" I stopped his hand that was about to take out some more meat. "Quick put it back, this will be enough" I said, pointing at the pile of meat inside the trolley.

Alan according. He put the pile of meat in his hand back to its original place.

"Do you like seafood?" I asked while looking at a row of fresh fish.

Alan shook his head. "Not really, but I like this" he said, pointing at the shrimp with his index finger.

I nodded in understanding. I asked the waiter there to wrap some for me.

"Thank you" I said as I received the shrimp that the waiter had cleaned. After that put it in the trolley along with other groceries.

Not feeling, know-know our basket is full. "Is there anything you want to buy? If I've had enough," I asked Alan.

"Nothing" said Alan, shaking his head.

"Then let's pay and go home" I said as I walked towards the cashier.

"Hm" he said briefly.

At that time the visitors were quite crowded. We have to wait when we want to pay. At first there was no problem, I waited quietly. But before long, people faintly heard whispering while pointing at me.

"Isn't that the woman in the video? The actor," said the curly-haired mothers.

"Looks yes. Look, the man is changing again, maybe it's the husband of the man, too" said someone next to him.

The longer the more people look at me cynically. I looked down, hid my face, ashamed.

Suddenly a hat landed on my head. I looked back, looking at Alan who was standing behind me.

"The light is too bright, your eyes must hurt" he said, tidying up my hair.

I know he must have heard it too. So deliberately took off his hat and gave it to me. "Thank you, Al," I said with a smile.

"Let it go, don't listen to them" he said again.

"Hm" I said, nodding.

After paying for the groceries, we went home.

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