Oh My Cecunguk
Episode 95's

The female servant wearing tight clothes immediately bowed before Alan. "I-I'm sorry for my stupidity, sir," he said slightly stammered.

"Really, I don't mean to interrupt... I just want to serve Young Master" he continued.

Alan looked at her fiercely. "You think I don't have hands? To be served by you!" snapped again.

"I'm sorry, sir. I was wrong." The waiter bowed once more. Lower than before to make her cleavage visible. It seems he really wanted to show it to Alan.

Alan is a normal, mature man. Faced with such a scene was definitely tempting him right? Yeah, he must be really happy now, I thought.

I took my eyes off the maid, turned to look at Alan. I thought Alan was looking at the waiter with bulging eyes while swallowing his saliva. What I saw surprised me a little.

Alan did not look at the waiter's twin pears. His gaze fell down, staring at the marble floor with a grinning smile, looking disgusted.

"Pack your things and get out of this house as soon as possible" he said. His eyelids shot up, looked back at the waiter and said firmly. "You're fired!"

The female servant widened her eyes, shocked. His body collapsed to the floor.

"I'm sorry, Young Master. Please don't fire me. My sister is undergoing treatment in the hospital right now. My father is dead and my mother cannot work because she has to take care of her sister. I'm the only backbone of the family, sir. If I lose this job, how do I pay the cost?" said the waiter, sobbing.

"That's your business, not mine!" alan said, no matter.

"Punish me, sir. Please don't fire me. I promise you, next time it won't happen again. I won't repeat it again, sir." The waiter begged again.

To be honest, I felt very sorry for him, but I couldn't defend him either. But he is guilty anyway.

Alan had politely declined and asked the waiter not to interfere with the contents of the plate. Alan has also said that I am ready to serve him if he really needs something.

But the waiter was so stupid. He continued to offer this and that and seemed a little pushy.

Even though the waiter was resting at his feet, it didn't change Alan's decision. He kept driving her away. "God!"

Crying, the waiter stood up and walked away. After his departure, Alan resumed eating.

"Can't you give him a chance?" I said a moment later.

"You're defending him now?" Alan looked at me. His gaze does not like.

"Do you know why I fired him?"

"Because he's too chatty and doesn't listen to you, right?" my guess.

"really. That's one of them."

"One of them?" I repeat it with surprise. Then is there another reason?

"Yes, there are other reasons."

"What's that?" my question, curious.

"First of all, he is often negligent about his responsibilities. He cleaned every room on the second floor. However, every time I came, he would exchange his work for another employee. It complicates other officers. Sometimes his job gets neglected because he's busy taking care of other jobs he shouldn't be doing."

"Why is that?"

"Oh, you may want to get close to me" he said, shrugging his shoulders. "Honestly, I was so uncomfortable when he was around me. With her tight clothes like that, I felt disgusted."

"Why disgust? Isn't opposite? You guys love women who look sexy, who show their curves, let alone their cleavage."

"Mostly yes. But not everything. I'm one of those little guys."

I turned my face away while clucking. A liar!

"Why is your reaction like that? You don't trust me?"

"really. I can't believe it" I said, looking at him again. "Your eyes always even glared when they accidentally saw the area of my chest. You often force me to wear transparent nightgowns and also home clothes that lack materials. Is that what you mean by not liking women who dress sexy?" sindirku.

"You're the exception, Alea," he said with a small laugh. His hands were busy scooping the food on his plate. I glanced back at me and said, "One more time, I'd rather you don't wear anything than sexy clothes."

Alan just laughed at my swearing.

"Still want to know the other reason not?" Alan offered.

I'm nodding. "What else?"

"This is what I don't like the most. He doesn't respect you. You're my wife, which means she's also the mistress of this house, but she's treating you with disrespect."

I looked at him confused. "Is that so? When did he treat me so impolitely?"

"He didn't reply when you threw a smile at him. Instead, he always puts on a sour face every time he runs into you and answers you tightly."

Is that considered impolite?

I think it's only natural that we don't know each other. Besides I'm still not Alan's wife, the new candidate. So it can't be said to be the mistress of this house.

"And the last one, he was very chatty and also stubborn. I hate women who have such personalities."

Aren't I also stubborn and a little chatty? Is he insinuating me?

"So... You hate me so much?"

Alan who was drinking at the time immediately turned his head and denied quickly. "Where possible" he said, putting his glass back where it was. "You're the only woman I love so much" he added.

"Don't you say I'm also chatty and stubborn?" I reminded.

"There's always an exception for you" he replied with a smiling face. "Have you finished eating?" tanyanya.

I nodded my head in response.

"Then, let's go out" he asked as he got up from his seat.

I stood up and walked by his side. "Where are you going?"

"Mall-buy clothes for you."

"Wait.." I said as I stopped.

Alan stopped. "What's wrong?" ask him with a frowning forehead.

"I haven't had a shower. I'll take a shower for a second, okay?" I took off my arm and prepared to go back to my room. Alan kept him.

"No need, you still look beautiful even if you don't take a shower."

"But I stink" I said again.

Alan leaned his body at me and started sniffing. "Come on," he said. After that, he pulled back.

"really?" I asked, not believing.

"Hm. If you don't believe just kiss yourself."

I shrugged both shoulders in turn. Smelling my own body scent. Alan said, I was pretty fragrant. Maybe it was the perfume I was wearing. My body odor is disguised.

"Go now?" ask Alan.

I grabbed his outstretched palm. "Come on," I said cheerfully.

We stepped out while holding hands. It was just a small and trivial thing, but somehow I felt so happy every time I joined hands with him. Just like when he hugged or kissed me.

Alan is like home to me. He gave me a sense of security, comfort and peace. He was not a gentle figure, but his treatment and attention made me re-perceive what love and affection were like.

Right now I can only hope and continue to pray. May he be the man God sent me. The man who became the last port on my journey of love. The man I'm going to call husband. The man who will be the father of my children. And lastly, I hope that this happiness will never end. It will continue like this, forever.