Oh My Cecunguk
Episode 54

That morning I was in the kitchen when Alan yelled at me repeatedly. While carrying two servings of sandwiches and also two glasses of milk, I stepped towards the dining table.

"Name ...." Alan shouted again. I glanced at him for a moment. He was upstairs, checking my room.

"Stop yelling, I'm not deaf" I said as I placed the tray on the table.

"Where have you been? I've been looking for you." Alan down the stairs. Looks like he just finished his shower. Her hair was still wet and disheveled.

"What's wrong? Why lookout for me?" my question was to drop my body on the chair and get ready for breakfast.

The smell of soap burst out, piercing my nose as Alan approached. He was standing next to me. "Didn't you see? My hair's wet."

I looked up, looking at him. "Continue?" Getting wet, dry or bald is none of my business. I reached out to grab a piece of egg-filled sandwich and some thinly sliced beef. I bit him a bit and chewed him slowly.

"Do as last night, dry my hair." He threw the little white towel at me. The towel landed right on my head.

My blood is boiling. I think he asked to be hit. I put the sandwich back. Then pulled the towel violently while looking at him.

"What's? Why are you glaring at me? You want to be mad at me?" ask her with a flat face.

My hands were clenched, very furious. I really want to punch him in the face. Patience .. remember your position, Alea. You hitchhiked in his house and also owed him a lot. I took a deep breath, suppressing the anger. "What did you say? You were so kind to me, my god of salvation who gave me a free place to stay and also paid for my entire groceries last night. How dare I be angry with you. If I do that it means I'm out of my mind" I said with a fake smile.

Alan smiled broadly. "good. My dear is the best" he said, wiping my head. "Hurry, dry my hair" he ordered.

My dear fuck, I'm not your darling!

We exchanged positions. Alan sat on the chair, while I stood behind him and started wiping his hair.

"Is this for me?" tanyakanya. Look at the sandwich in front of him.

Are you blind? It definitely looks like a bite mark. "That's mine. It's yours over there," I said. Glancing at the other plate. There are two whole sandwiches.

"Why do they look different?" Alan pointed at the two sandwiches in turn.

Different from where, anyway? It's definitely the same! "What did you say? I made it the same."

"But it looks like yours is better" he said, tilting his head.

Then just eat mine! Fucking weird.

Alan held up the plate with the sandwich I had eaten a little. "I just want this one" he said.

"As far as you go" I said, lazy.

Alan ate the sandwich with a big bite. Both of his cheeks protruded as his mouth was filled with food. It looked so good to enjoy the breakfast I made.

I was still drying his hair, as he finished off that piece of sandwich.

"You made it yourself?" ask Alan. He took another piece.

"Hm. Why?" I asked while massaging his head.

"It's delicious" he said. Then, bite the sandwich and chew it.

I smile. This is the first time anyone has praised the food I made. It feels pretty fun. I feel proud of myself.

"Make it every day" he said again.

"You'll get bored if I make it every day. Tomorrow I'll make another menu that's no less delicious."

"All right," he said, agreeing.

After I finished drying and styling her hair, I hurried to wash my hands behind me. After that, return to the dining table and continue the delayed breakfast. Alan had already finished his meal.

I sat down next to him and started eating my food. "You again?" I asked as he kept looking at me.

"Can I?" tanyakanya.

"Eat it" I said, turning my face away and putting the sandwich back in my mouth.

"All right."

Suddenly he grabbed the food in my mouth. Our lips almost touched when he bit the sandwich that was hanging in my mouth earlier. I choked on it.

I grabbed the glass and drank the filling. After putting it back on the table.

"Are you crazy! I told you to eat the other one. Why would you steal food in my mouth!"

Alan smiled as I glanced at him. "The one there looks better" he said without embarrassment.

I didn't say anything else. It's just free to argue with him. That would drive me crazy. I refocused on the food in front of me.

Seconds by seconds kept passing. Alan did not turn around, continuing to look at me who was chewing food.

"Stop looking at me" I said, commanding.

His lips curled upwards, smiling. "Why? Are you ashamed?" alan said as he tilted his head and leaned his body towards me. Still looking at me.

Honestly yes. I felt a little embarrassed as he kept looking at me. His face was so handsome, any woman would blush embarrassed if looked at like that by him. Especially with this close. My heart is going to explode. "You make me uncomfortable" I replied later.

Alan pulled his body away. He leaned his back to the back. I let out a sigh of relief. He finally did not look at me anymore.

"Why did you make two glasses of milk?" he asked while looking at the two glasses.

"One for me and the other for you" I said without looking at him.

"I don't drink milk" he said in a lazy tone. "I'd rather have coffee" he added, turning to me.

"Well, I'll make coffee tomorrow. Because I already made you drink a little."

Alan reached out his hand, grabbing the glass filled with the white liquid. Then bring the glass to his mouth. From his expression, he clearly did not like it. His nose and forehead frowned as the liquid entered his throat. His face looks strange but not ugly.

"I can't take it anymore" he said, putting the glass on the table. He didn't spend it. There is still half.

"You don't have to spend it" I said, smiling.

Alan stood up. Walk up to his room and get in there. When he came out he changed clothes. As always. He was wearing torn jeans and a black leather jacket. This time he did not wear chain necklaces or other necklaces like that. He still wears one earring on his right ear. Can not be denied, whatever he wore and in view from any angle Alan still looks handsome. He was born like a god who would captivate anyone who saw him.

"Where are you going?" my question, curious. This early morning where is he going?

"I have business, you're home" he said.

Who wants to come, huh!

I quickly turned around, stacking dishes and glasses onto the tray. Then take it back and wash it off.

I glanced at him for a moment as he walked closer.

"I'm leaving first" said Alan. He was standing not far from me

I ignored him, focused on doing the dishes.

"Tell me I'll go, don't you hear me, Alea?" he said half screaming.

I stopped the activity I was doing. Put down the sponge and turn off the faucet, then turn to him. "You're leaving, why are you yelling at me? You think I'm deaf?" i said, annoyed.

"Sorry," he said, grinning. "Don't ignore me when I talk to you, I don't like it" he added.

Alan took a step forward. Grabbing my waist and landing a kiss on my forehead.

"Call me if you need anything, I'll go first" he said, taking off his arms.

I was still frozen as he walked away. My heart was beating so fast. My face is a little hot. I stretched my hand up, rubbing my forehead. The kiss I can still feel. Her lips are a little dry but still feel soft.

I don't understand what's going on with me right now. I should have been angry because he did something wrong to me. But why don't I feel that way? Instead, there was a strange screen in my heart. But I don't know what that feeling is.

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