Today Anna ca to Devan's house early, she was no longer in trouble like yesterday. It is still very quiet and there is no sign of the owner of the house who has woken up. It's still a bit dark outside.
"Hmm, it turns out I'm too excited," she muttered while taking a breath of fresh air, at this ti she decided to take a walk around Devan's house, enjoying the very cold and refreshing morning air.
Her son has recovered. His body temperature has returned to normal as usual and the reason why Anna ca early was that she wanted to finish all her work quickly so that she could ask permission again to leave early. Does she intend to negotiate with Devan, maybe a little about her working hours? Because she doesn't know what else to do when her job is done.
Relaxing for about ten minutes, Anna then re-entered the house and started cleaning every corner of the room.
"Anna I'm hungry," Devan suddenly appeared and invited Anna to talk, the man looked very fresh, it looked like he had just finished taking a shower.
The one who was spoken to turned around with sweat already soaking so parts of the clothes she was wearing.
"What?"
"Make breakfast for "
"I'm not your maid."
"It's right."
"So I won't do it. I will only do my duty as a cleaning worker, nothing else," Anna refused, these were the words she wanted to say from yesterday.
Devan, who had landed his body on the sofa, now crossed his arms with one eyebrow raised.
"Cleaning worker, huh?" mumbled Devan then smirked.
"I can't hear you."
"Okay, I'll cook," said Devan then rose from his position.
Anna who saw the man's behavior did not respond anymore and continued her work which was cleaning the windows.
Until a few tens of minutes later, the first floor was clean. The clothes she was wearing were almost drenched in her sweat. To be honest, she was very uncomfortable doing her job wearing this kind of clothes. Movent is affordable. She didn't know what was going on in Devan's mind, so he asked her to wear expensive clothes just to clean.
Glancing at the clock on her wrist, it was already nine o'clock. She then rushed to the second floor. Only her steps stopped when her focus was on the kitchen.
"OMG, what's going on here?" Anna asked when she was in the kitchen.
Very, very ssy.
Instant food wrappers were scattered everywhere, as well as several cans of food she found lying on the kitchen table with its contents spilled and seeped. Raw vegetables and all sorts of things filled every corner of that small room. Even the pots and pans were piled horribly on the floor.
Anna then looked around looking for Devan's whereabouts. She wondered what kind of food the man was cooking that caused the kitchen she had previously cleaned into a room that looked more like a garbage dump.
"Why? Is there a problem?" asked Devan when he felt Anna's gaze on him. At this ti the man was sitting at the dining table chair which was not far from the kitchen.
Anna was silent with the corners of their lips twitching at a loss for words. Not without reason, because the food in front of the man was only a few slices of bread and…..milk?
"You don't want to make breakfast for , so I made it myself, you don't want to co with for breakfast? I can make it for you too," said Devan chewing bread while playing his cellphone casually, as if he didn't care about Anna's expression at this ti.
Anna wanted to curse right then and there, but considering that Devan was her boss, she restrained herself as best she could.
Then she took a deep breath and then exhaled slowly. "No, no problem. I'm full, thank you," replied Anna after a few seconds of silence.
"Good, then get on with your work."
Various kinds of cursing and swearing filled her head. Irritated, she then began to clean up the ss that Devan had caused in the kitchen. It seems that working in this house, is not only exhausting but also requires more patience, Anna must be more patient and restrain herself.
Anna began to clean up the spilled food on the table one by one, all of it was not worth eating. Finished at one point, it moves on to another.
"Ahh," Anna scread, she accidentally stepped on the oil spill causing her foot to slip causing her to lose her balance. Luckily a burly hand imdiately held her tiny body, otherwise, her fate was now the sa as those pots and pans.
"Careful, don't get too excited," Devan's signature voice tickled his ears.
Anna who imdiately woke up struggled, trying to release Devan's arms from her body, but again her legs slipped and finally fell, even Devan lost his balance because he was trying to hold the woman's body causing him to fall forward and hit Anna's body.
Their eyes collided, Devan's face with Anna was now very close. Maybe only a few centiters. Nothing moved, Anna's mind went blank.
Until a few seconds later Anna's body gasped, Devan brought his face closer and looked like he wanted to kiss her.
'How about this?'
Anna, who suddenly felt confused, didn't know what to do.
'Devan wants to kiss ?'
'Devan wants to kiss ?'
'How about this?'
'What should I do?' Anna panicked in her mind.
Feeling one of her hands still free, she intended to push Devan's body which was getting closer.
It was just that just as she moved her hand, her body froze again. A sudden whisper tickled her senses of hearing followed by a breath that felt so warm and managed to cause a strange tingle in her body.
"You….So slly." And after that Devan got up from his position, "I want to take a shower," he said again imdiately away from there, "Hmm looks like I need cold water to soak," he muttered as he climbed the stairs to the second floor.
Anna who was left alone gawked on the spot, trying to digest what had just happened.
Until she regained consciousness, Anna got up and took a sitting position. Hit her head a few tis, "You are an idiot, what are you thinking?" she grumbled to herself.
Her mories of what happened five years ago ca back, although her mory wasn't very clear about what happened that night, she still felt nervous when she was close to Devan.
"You know Anna, you're poor and ugly," she mumbled again and then kissed her own body, "And also . . . very slly," she added, taking a deep breath and then tried to stand up but failed.
She felt her clothes very sticky, looked at the floor, when a large spill of oil entered her vision, Anna sighed again. She didn't bring a change of clothes.
"Looks like I have to be more patient today," she said, rubbing her chest, and with a slow-motion, she tried to stand up.
It turned out that not only her clothes were wet, but the hair she had tied back was also experiencing the sa thing. Soaked in oil.. Her body was already very sticky with sweat, and now the oil spills added to the discomfort in her body.
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