The Devil's Touch
#156
Milan get off the beaten track looking around the lively night market tonight, colorful lights, some of the lively rides that visitors enjoy. Maxime and Milan are still in the parking lot.
"Maxime let's ride that ..." Milan pointed to the ring.
Maxime. "No!"
"Why?" Milan looked disappointed because Maxime refused.
"I'm afraid you're falling" Maxime said, clasping Milan's hand into the night market.
"Maxime don't tell me you're afraid of heights. Anyway falling down how, we'll be locked in there." Milan again pointed to the rotating ring.
"I don't like to ride it, it's like a bird cage."
Milan laughs. "But I want to .." he whined spoiled while shaking Maxime's arm.
Maxime stopped his steps and looked at Milan. "Again ..."
"What?" ask Milan.
"As before" Maxime said.
"What-like?"
"Through like that."
Milan with his tomboyish attitude has never shown such spoiled whimpers, this is the first time Maxime heard of it and he likes it.
Milan took off his hand from Maxime's grasp and then crossed his chest. "No!" he said, throwing his face the other way.
Maxime sighed harshly. "Hurry up one more time!"
Milan still shakes.
"No need to go up!" said Maxime then walked a few steps but the step again stopped with spoiled whining Milan.
"Maximeee ..."
Maxime pursed his lips in a smile and turned to Milan and embraced the girl. "Okay dear ..."
Milan smiled happily, both of them walking around looking for food first. Milan unceasingly frowned at the sellers in the night market who were more mature men with muscular bodies than the old men as usual.
"What do you want to eat, baby?" ask Maxime.
"Maxime, I forgot how long I haven't been here. It used to sell more old men, why be a muscular man like this ..."
Even Milan saw some girls who were busy tempting the sellers because they were handsome, tall and muscular.
"Maybe they're the old man's son, dear," replied Maxime.
"You like cotton candy?" ask Maxime. She remembers Miwa, her sister was fond of cotton candy and Miwa said all women almost liked it.
Milan nodded. Maxime took Milan to one of the carts full of cotton candy. Unfortunately, the seller wasn't there.
Maxime grunted in annoyance. "Where's the seller?" maxime asked the grilled corn seller beside him.
"Maxime may be going to the bathroom" whispered Milan.
"Where?" ask Maxime again to the grilled corn seller.
"I-it's Mr. .." hesitantly the man pointed at the carousel ride ahead there. Maxime and Milan followed the man's point of view and found one of Maxime's men who was assigned to sell tonight even shouting indistinctly on the Carousel with a small child.
"Gosh ..."
Maxime whipped out one of the cotton candies on the wagon violently and pulled Milan's hand to leave.
Actually Maxime could have taken food at will, but he wanted everything to look like he was in the night market by giving money to the seller, but his men were cool themselves.
"Maxime we haven't paid yet" said Milan.
"Later we pay if the seller is sane dear," upset Maxime then invite Milan to sit at one of the tables there.
"Want to eat, especially dear?" ask Maxime.
Milan also circled his gaze toward several carts and pointed to the seller of egg rolls and chicken satay.
Maxime followed Milan's index finger and nodded. "Wait here, don't go anywhere hm."
Milan nodded, Maxime left after stroking Milan's head.
And again, shitty things happen. The egg seller rolls hard to roll his eggs making Maxime grunt rough while his hands are crossed chest.
Hearing Maxime's snort, the man named Ezar grew even more nervous.
"What are you selling?" ask Maxime flat.
"Te-egg roll sir," said Ezar.
"But just roll the eggs you can't! did Chef Juna not teach you?!!"
Ezar.
"This kind of thing doesn't learn even everyone can!! move!!" maxime.
Ezar took a few steps back with his head down and Maxime was the one who made the egg roll for Milan.
Some men who were serving other buyers secretly looked at Maxime and prayed that their sales carts would not approach Maxime.
"What's your name?" maxime asked Ezar who was standing at the back.
Ezar looked up with widened eyes, why did the Master suddenly ask his name. Will he be punished.
"E-Ezar Tuan."
Maxime nodded without saying any more making Ezar swallow his saliva with difficulty. Wish her life was safe from the punishment of not being able to roll eggs.
Seriate