Red Hair Woman and MR. MAFIA
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Wherever she got her courage, Fressia slapped Aiden in the face, an employer she should have respected. Without saying another word, Fressia immediately left Aiden's study, shortly after she landed her palm on Aiden's cheek.

Fressia's heart ached as she listened to Aiden's words. Was he wrong to talk to one of the other students' parents? They were even just talking about some things related to school. There's nothing else but that.

Fressia held onto her chest that seemed to be slashed because it was called as cheaphan woman. He, who had originally wanted to cook for lunch, was now silent in the room and handed the job to another waiter.

While in the study, Aiden cursed himself who went back wrong in saying the word. At first he wanted to apologize for his rude remarks while in the school parking area earlier, but he instead made it even more chaotic.

"Araghhh! Why can't you ever keep your word, Ai? So what do I do now?" said Aiden monologue with himself.

Aiden leaned back in his chair. He turned the chair to the window that was right behind him. He sighed softly as he imagined how jealous he was when he saw Fressia talking to another man.

Who am I, why should I be angry? What's the matter with me? - inner Aiden.

Aiden finally came out of his study. He left his home by driving his own car. He was driving while looking left and right, which would have been a good place to buy a present for Fressia as an apology.

After a long drive, Aiden stopped his car in front of a boutique. He went inside and a saleswoman came to serve, especially when he saw Aiden's handsome appearance and wearing branded clothes.

"Can I help you, sir?" ask the salesman.

Aiden's eyes scanned around, seeing what caught his attention. He walked to a shelf where hung some pastel-colored clothes. The color is so beautiful and Aiden can imagine if Fressia who uses it, it will be more beautiful.

Aiden shook his head left and right. Once again he dismissed all his thoughts about Fressia. He took one of the clothes there, and gave it to the salesman who was standing nearby.

"I took this one" said Aiden.

The salesman put it in a paper bag after Aiden paid him off with his credit card. Aiden rushed home because he wanted to give the clothes to Fressia.

Once at home, Aiden still did not see Fressia. He also stepped into his own bedroom. He cleaned himself and changed his clothes. Meanwhile, Fressia was in Tristan's bedroom.

"Tris, let's take a shower" Fressia asked.

"So I took a shower, Aunty. Another bath?" asked Tristan who was feeling lazy to move from the top of his bed. Holidays like this, usually he is allowed to hold a tablet where stored a lot of games that make him forget time.

"Then you don't have to eat, you already have to eat," replied Fressia, making Tristan who had been focusing on the tablet, immediately turned his head. He is a child who likes to eat, so he does not want to miss meals.

"Well, what, Aunty? If Tristan does not eat, Tristan will be weak. But if Tristan does not bathe, it is not too influential," Fressia shook her head to see Tristan's increasingly awkward answer.

"Let's rest your eyes first. If you look at the tablet, then your eyes can be damaged. Do you want to wear glasses? Later want to swim so hard," Tristan seemed to think, until he was silent for a moment.

Tristan loves swimming, so he doesn't want to be able to swim.

Fressia had prepared warm water inside the bathtub. Tristan likes to soak while pretending to swim in it. It can take up to twenty minutes. After the shower, Fressia helps Tristan wear her pajamas.

"Ah looks like this child, uhhh," praised Fressia while pretending to pinch Tristan's cheek with anxiety.

"Aunty don't tease me."

"Aunty doesn't tease you, baby. You are handsome, especially if you have a bath like this," said Fressia.

"Let's go down" asked Fressia.

*****

Aiden, who had not seen Fressia since he had returned home, took the paperbag to Fressia's bedroom. He knocked on the door but there was no answer. Fressia's bedroom was unlocked, making it easy for Aiden to enter. He inhaled the fragrant fragrance he had once smelled, but he forgot where.

Fressia is not in her bedroom, Aiden believes her son's nanny must be in Tristan's bedroom. Aiden put the paperbag on Fressia's bed, then it went straight out of there.

Aiden moved his legs rather quickly. He did not want to be seen by the other servants if he was there. He heard the laughter of Tristan and Fressia from the dining room. He also rushed there.

He sat on a chair that was used to be a place to look at Tristan and Fressia. Fressia slightly lowered her head, even turning her face away because she did not want to see the face of her master. Aiden knew very well why Fressia did that and he understood her.

They eat in silence. Only occasionally did Aiden ask Tristan something, the rest were just interactions between Tristan and Fressia.

After finishing dinner, Fressia escorted Tristan into her bedroom, accompanied her to brush her teeth, then prepared to go to sleep. After that he went out to his own bedroom. Today felt so tiring for Fressia, tired of heart and also tired of physical.

When Fressia arrived in the room, she went in and closed the door and locked it. He knitted his eyebrows together when he saw a paper bag on his bed.

"What's this?" muttered Fressia while opening the paperbag.

Her eyes seemed to be pampered when she saw a pastel-colored canal outfit that looked extremely beautiful.

"It's so pretty" praised Fressia. He even stood in front of the mirror while placing the clothes on his body, "who gave it, what ...?"

Fressia went straight back to the bed where she was still putting the paperbag. Fressia found a card, then read it.

'Sorry'

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