Oh My Cecunguk
Episode 88's

"Where are the others? why just the two of us?" my question was dropping down on the wooden chair next to Alan.

"Who do you mean?"

"Your family, aren't they eating?" I took the plate. Fill it with two rice puffs.

"My grandfather and grandmother were on holiday abroad." Alan pointed at the diced beef stew with his hands. "Dear, I want that."

I took three pieces and put them on his plate. "What else?" my many.

"Chicken's meat is the same as eggs."

I added the two dishes to his plate. After that, take the rice and side dishes for myself.

"What about your father?" I asked again.

"The bastard will never set foot in this house again" he said.

As if knowing what I was going to say, Alan had already answered him before I asked. "Don't ask why and don't ask anything about it, I don't want to talk about it."

His mood seemed very bad now. That way I kept quiet, not daring to say anything more. Dinner this time was silent. Alan finished his meal faster than usual. After that, go away. Leaving me in a confused state.

Am I wrong? Why was he suddenly angry?

After eating, I rushed up to him. But I couldn't get into his room. It locks it from the inside. I knocked and called him a few times, but Alan didn't say anything and there was no sign of opening the door.

I turned and went down the stairs. Like a lost child, I don't know where to go and what to do in this strange place. I sat alone in the living room, like a missing person.

Should I just go home? Yeah, I think I'd better go home and rest at home.

I was just holding the door handle and preparing to leave when Uncle Sam's voice echoed in the guest room.

"Miss Alea..."

I turned to face him. "Yes." Yeah."

"Do you want to go?"

"Huh? Hm." I lowered my head, embarrassed by my own answer that was like an idiot.

"Where?"

Uncle Sam held back a smile at my confusion. "It's late at night, it's not good for a woman to go alone. It's best that Miss Alea stay here - I've prepared a guest room."

"Is it okay?" kuanyaku, doubt. Although I don't know why, but Alan seems to be very angry. It seems he doesn't want me anymore.

"Sure, Miss," said Uncle Sam, reassuring.

"All right," I said, agreeing. Just tonight. I'm coming home tomorrow. I'll be gone early in the morning, before Alan wakes up.

"Come... Let me show you the room."

I tailed behind Uncle Sam without a sound. Stop when Uncle Sam stops in front of a room, near the stairs.

"Please, miss, your room is right here" said Uncle Sam, pointing to the room behind him.

"Thank you, Uncle."

"Together, Miss."

"Then I go in first" I said.

"Please, Miss. Happy resting. If you need anything, just call me. The number is on the book, next to the phone on the desk."

"Good, Uncle. Thanks again." After saying that, I quickly entered the room.

The guest room wasn't as big as Alan's. They don't have their own dressing room. There is only a large mattress, a work desk that is equipped with chairs and also a wardrobe. However, there is still a bathroom in it that is quite spacious.

I took off my clothes and rushed to the bathroom. I splashed my body with warm water.

Luckily in the closet there were a few sets of pajamas, so there was no need to wear the clothes I had been wearing all day.

Before I go to bed I rub my clothes. Squeeze it firmly and brush it many times to dry quickly. After that hang it in the bathroom.

The night is getting late. This place is so foreign to me and the atmosphere is so quiet, it scares me a little. I pulled the blanket over my head and closed my eyes, trying to sleep. But it can't.

I rolled to the right and left, looking for the right position. As I was about to fall asleep, a white hand suddenly appeared that gently exposed my blanket. With eyes wide and heart pounding I watched those long, pale fingers creeping down my waist.

"Vorhakaakkkkk..." With my eyes closed, I screamed with all my might. "Go! don't bother me, please..."

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