You Are Mine

You Are Mine
Go away


"I'll go to the room and you better catch up!" Hans left the dining table


You pissed me off today!


But this is only in three months


Yeah, three very long months


Fisya cut a piece of pudding in front of himself but ate the piece of the pudding


Andre came to see his fisya from behind and sat down next to his chair


"What's the matter, miss fisya? Do you not like the dessert" asked andre to see fisya playing his meal with an annoyed face


"Son.no! Fisya likes it so much!. only" said fisya turned his head thinking about how hans attitude to him tonight.


"Miss fisya! I know your obstacle, you have to understand the nature of mr. hans.since childhood after the departure of his older brother Mr. Hans experienced Intermittent Explosive Disorder (IED)" said andre cleaned the dessert in front of the fisya before the pudding was crushed into porridge


"What disease is it" asked Fisya raised both hands to let andre take the plate in front of him


"It was an emotional illness that was difficult to control, but at a certain moment the emotional illness could stop for a while" andre stood up to call the waiter to clean the table


So that's why mister hans is acting strangely like that


Fisya fell in daydreams thinking about the state of hans that is concerning but on the other hand he was quite irritated because hans always just angry and very bossy


"Excuse me miss fisya! Mr. Hans is waiting for you in the room, he is delivering a message if you do not go to his room within five minutes then mister hans will..."


Fisya was surprised to hear a sentence that had not been completed by the waiter he knew what the impact would be if it was too late.


Fisya stood up quickly and patted


the dining table surprised the waiter, and his fissure ran away from the waiter with a message that was not fully delivered


Sure enough, it took ten minutes to get to his room


Fisya ran through the stairs, ran as hard as he could and almost stepped on the tail of a sleeping milo on one of the stairs


"Milo watch out!" Shouted fisya ordered milo who came running beside him


Milo thought his fissure was taking him to play until milo ran ahead of his fisya, not much thought his fisya kept running and headed for the slippery black door in front of his gaze


"Fis.." The breath of the flesh becomes difficult to regulate


"Fisya has arrived." said fisya in front of the door.


Seen hans who was relaxed sitting on the sofa watching television, while milo running around turning on the edge of the mattress


"Why are you running?" Tanya hans tampa saw fisya


Fissure is growing, but he remembered the words andre who made fisya must always succumb to hans


"Mr Hans called fisya why?" Tanya Fisya went into the room


"Nothing" replied hans standing up


Agh!. This guy is right


wanna kill me!


Fisya clasped both hands and hit his feet on the floor


"What is this about you?" Tanya hans was confused at the sight of his fissure


Patience.sabar fisya.


"Oh fisya again stretching the muscle and bone of the fissure" replied fisya smiling


As if he would be indifferent to walk across the front of the fissure and open the closet, it seems that hans is looking for something


Fisya saw milo who was busy chasing his tail on the mattress spinning in an uncertain direction


Very funny


Fisya approached milo and sat on a mattress stroking the black dog's head that was sitting spoiled on his fissure thigh


"Tonight I'll be gone for a minute!" Hans found his jacket in the closet


Yess! This is the sentence that


I really want to hear!...


"You're home, don't go anywhere! And pick up my phone when I call" the eyes of Hans look at his fissure


Fisya nodded in fear, fearing that he would miss the call from Hans again and make himself angry again


"Ppromise me!" Hans wears his jacket facing towards his fisya


"Yes fisya promise" fisya standing in front of hans


Hans leaned over and kissed his fissure forehead then stroked his head and randomized his hair


"Don't be naughty!" The tall man left the fisya...


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