Oh My Cecunguk
Episode 66

"Is there anything I can help you with?" alan asked as I was cleaning the table, after breakfast.

"none. You go take a shower" I said, piling up used plates and glasses, and then taking them to the kitchen.

Alan didn't heed my orders. He followed me behind. Like a child who doesn't want to live with his mother. Everywhere he goes he sticks to me, like gum.

"You're overworked, aren't you tired?" tanyakanya.

I put plates and glasses in the sink. Take a sponge and pour a little dishwashing soap on it.

"Of course I'm tired." I started rubbing the grill pan I had been using for baking bread and stopped as the pair of slender, slightly muscular hands stretched out.

"Let me go" Alan said, seizing the sponge in my hand. He took over the task by force.

I shifted a little, giving her room to be more free to use the sink.

Alan started rubbing his coffee mug. While I wipe the stove area and its surroundings. I occasionally glanced at Alan who was still washing dishes. I think it's the first time the guy's done the job. The movement is very stiff and worrying. The plate in his hand almost slipped. He continued to pour soap. Again and again to produce a lot of foam. Sink under it until invisible because it is filled with foam.

I chuckled as Alan turned on the faucet. Somehow the water gushed everywhere. Moisten his pajamas and also the surrounding area.

Alan looked at me. "What's wrong? Why laugh?" His forehead crept as he looked at me.

I'm holding back the laughter. Look at the foam that sticks to his face. "Nothing, just laughing" I said, turning away. Putting the knife and cutting board back.

"Are you crazy?"

"Hm, I think so," I said, admitting.

I gasped in shock when I heard a deafening sound. When I turned around the glass and the dishes were already splattered on the floor. Shapeless, broken into small pieces. "Why did you drop it?" I looked at Alan who also looked shocked. His expression is so cute. Like a kid who accidentally broke an item in a furniture store. Feeling guilty and scared. "I didn't drop it" argued Alan.

"If not who are you? A ghost?" I sat crouching, collecting and picking up the pieces of glass.

"Really, I don't see ...."

Pyarrrr

A glass fell down again, right in the middle of us. I looked up, staring at his face that was towering above me. I can't speak anymore. I can only keep staring at his face.

"You see? He jumped by himself," said Alan innocently.

Do you think I'm an idiot? You think it's a frog? it doesn't even have legs, how does it jump?

"You don't trust me? Really, it wasn't me who dropped it, Alea," he said.

"Yes, you didn't drop it, they jumped on their own" I said, relented. Yeah, better to just give up than keep arguing with him. I put the pring shards and the glass into the crackle. Then throw it in the trash. After that passed leave Alan.

Just like I did in my room before. I opened the curtains and the window. He picked up his shirt and pants that were on the floor. And the latter tidied up his messy bed. I looked back for a moment as I heard footsteps approaching. Then he turned back after seeing his face.

Alan threw his body into the bed. Pull the blanket in my hand, then roll to the right and left. So continue for a few times to make the sheets that I have tidied back messy.

I stroked his chest, facing his sometimes childish and also annoying behavior.

"Stop, you're not a kid" I said, reminding.

Alan also stopped. He extended his hand to me. "Help me," she asked.

I grabbed her palm, intending to help her get up. But Alan pulled me until I finally lay down next to him. Both of his hands were coiled around his waist, clutching my body tightly.

This time I chose silence. Not trying to rebel at all. I don't think that's any good either. If I rebel Alan will only further tighten his grip. "I'm not done yet" I said, slowly.

"You're mad at me?" Alan poked his head against my chest. Ndusel-ndusel like a kitten.

"I'm not angry."

"After cleaning the kitchen, you just left without saying a word to me. When I came here you just glanced at me for a moment. You're a bitch to me. Isn't that because you're angry?"

I chuckle. Funny with Alan. He thought I was angry just for not saying anything when I left.

Alan looked up, looking at me. "Why laugh?"

"Because you're funny." Alan raised an eyebrow, astonished.

"How can you conclude that just because I'm not talking to you? Besides you didn't make a mistake, so why am I angry?"

"I broke your favorite glass and plate. You spend a lot of time choosing it. I thought you were mad at losing them?"

I smile. I was amazed by his memory. Things as small and trivial as that Alan remembered them. I forgot when I bought those things. I reached out, stroking her thick black hair. "It's just plates and glasses. I won't be mad at you just for something like that" I said, staring at her beautiful bead. "In addition I can still buy it again next time."

"Are you on purpose?" ask Alan. Stopping the movement of my hand which was currently stroking the hair on his nape. I stuck my fingers in her hair.

"What?" my question, don't understand.

Alan moved his hip back. Closer to me. Close up our lower body.

"He's up, are you feeling it?" he said with a grin.

I looked at him confused. I don't understand what he was talking about. Who's up? felt what?

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