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Point Of View
– Joon –
“Bartender! 2 cappuccino please!”
Cindy shouted. We were in a little rush. A lot of customers were approaching.
“Bartender! 1 americano and 1 expresso please!”
“Another expresso please!”
“1 caramel please!”
A lot of orders.
“Hey..” I said when John reached me, he’s taking the frappes I was making.
“Yes?” he replied.
“We can share this.” I offered smiling, he shook his head.
I got some kitkats from Cindy.
“I know it’s your favorite.”
He took the frappes smiling and left.
“Hey!”
I suddenly turned around when I heard a familiar voice. It was like a smile automatically escaped from my mouth. It was Trusselle!
His color gray tuxedo caught my whole attention. He’s really good in these kinds of suits.
He walked straight inside our counter. He was smiling at me as he approached me while having his hands shoved in his pocket.
I felt a little nervous seeing my colleagues reactions. We were working under pressure because of the customers and now they even got into a deeper pressure because of his presence.
“I’m sorry, I just can’t wait. I decided to leave the office so I can go early.” he said trying to whisper.
“Do you think you are allowed here?” I made a question when he leaned his head quickly against mine.
We were whispering to each other, not letting my colleagues hear us.
“No? But I can. Of course. I can.” he replied proudly. I shook my head, this was Trusselle.
“You came so early.” I said after checking the clock. “Did you miss me?” I asked almost not letting him hear it.
But I failed, he heard it because his eyes were sparkling now.
“Of course I do! I even told my sister to let you finish your duty an hour early.” he cheered.
I frowned. I knew he just wanted to have time with me but he should not be doing that.
“No.” I told him seriously. “You shouldn’t be doing that. We should not.” I added trying to express what I meant.
He raised his left eyebrow and nodded.
“I was just kidding, just trying to see if you want that to happen so that I can call her right away.” he explained as he bent his body over a little to face me. “Since you don’t like that idea, then I will wait for you until your shift ends.”
I looked at him, why was his eyes were sparkling?
And his smile was so bright that it made me want to end my shift so I can go and hug him! Should I agree with the idea? Poor Joon.
“Did you miss me?” I whispered the same question under my breath and focused back on the frappes.
“So much..” he replied making me feel warm in my cheeks. I was starting to love that question.
I didn’t reply and just smiled.
“Then go and look for a table to stay, I would not be able to focus if you would stay here.” I told him when I raised my head to give him a look.
He smacked me over my arm playfully. He did this, very often. I was scared thinking what could happen to me if it’s a real punch. But of course he can’t do that.
“Okay I’ll wait at my sister’s office. I’m afraid I would not be able to keep myself from kissing you.”
He smirked and left. I bit my lower lip trying to hold a smile.
I did my best to focus on my work, Trusselle was a big distraction.. in a cute way.
I kept myself busy as we all paid attention to what we were doing.
I let my eyes find the kitkat until they found it.
“Oppa?!”
I turned around and saw couple of girls leaning against the counter.
“Hi?” I smiled back seeing their big smiles, they were currently in line and having their turns to order.
I knew them, they were loyal customers of Coffee Bazaar. Three student girls who loved to call me “Oppa”.
“Mine is strawberry.”
“Caramel here!”
“I feel like taking pink milk today.”
They all said to the counter and our cashier looked at me.
“Bartender copy?” she smiled referring to their orders, I nodded.
“Thanks Oppa!” they cheered, to be honest they were one of the reasons of my smile.
They really let me see how amused they were whenever they see me.
“If these girls can take you out Joon, it will be their happiest moment.” Cindy said when she reached us. “Right girls?”
And the three girls giggled. I just smiled at them and nodded.
For some reason they were giving me this feeling like coming to work everyday. I admired the way they talked to me.
“But I don’t think it would be a good idea to let sir Trusselle know this.” she whispered to me smirking.
I lost my thoughts for a second, did she just say that?
I raised my head and gave her a questioning look.
“The day I conducted your interview it’s my intention to ask you a lot of questions. You’re a man with few words.. but I can tell when you’re happy or not.”
Was her response that left me speechless. What was she trying to say? I can’t understand anything.
“I’m sorry?” I replied once she was standing next to me.
“I can tell what was going on between the two of you, by just staring.”
I smiled weakly, I didn’t feel ashamed about what Trusselle and I were in. I was just concern about Trusselle. I didn’t want them to think negative about him especially for knowing that he was having this kind of relationship with me.
“Not being nosy but Joon cheer up. Nothing to feel all shy about.” she smiled at me and patted my back.
It was like all of her words went through my head digging my mind.
She’s right. Definitely.
“Bartender! 1 strawberry and 2 mocha please!”
And I continued working after hearing another request.
I smiled. I should be happy. I was happy yes but in a way that I should start to learn seeing things in a good way.
I should be proud. Brave!
Few minutes had passed and finally we’re having few customers now. I wasn’t hoping of this but sometimes we need a little break. Pressure was everywhere indeed.
I was busy making frappe when I felt like raising my head and I saw Trusselle smiling at me. He was so cute!
“Come here!” he mouthed and he even gave me a convincing look, was he winking in a cute way? Dead Joon.
I looked at the counter and there’s no customers in line. I rushed once finished with the frappe I was making.
“What?” I asked when I reached him.
“Come on.” he said and dragged me carefully.
We were now heading to her sister’s office.
“Why?” I asked again when I closed the door behind me. “Do you need anything?”
He faced me and smiled.
“Can you kiss me?” were his words and his eyes were sparkling again.
I chuckled thinking his reason for dragging me all the way here.
“I’m sorry. I can’t help it. I left my office too early just to come here because I miss you!” he admitted and laughed too.
Oh come on, I was dying.
“Why are we laughing?” I made a question when I walked closer to him and placed my hands over his shoulder.
“You’re always making me feel this way, I can feel happiness.” he said in soft voice.
I pressed my nose against his, I liked this feeling.
Until he kissed me, we were not moving but just having our lips locked.
I closed my eyes. How I wished this will not end.
“Okay Joon you can go back now to work, I’m fully charged and energized by those lips!” he cheered when we parted.
I gave him a quick kiss.
“Yes boss.” I replied.
“It’s your mistake for having thin lips. I’m getting addicted, I admit.” he assured and hugged me.
“I miss you so much, I know you feel the same. Please make an early out? I want to have you now.” I heard him pleading.
Ohh I can’t help but to smile widely. This guy was making me crazy since then. I exploded.
I can feel his hug, it was so tight and dominating.
I checked my wrist watch and it made my smile bigger.
“Last 10 minutes until my out.” I informed.
He released me and I saw his face, it was so bright. He loved to hear what he wanted to, how bosses work.
“I thought you’re working today until 6?” he asked and I shook my head a no.
“I worked early today. Cindy told me to come early, so 10 minutes more. Okay?” I said and he nodded smiling.
I knew he’s excited and couldn’t wait.
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Point Of View
– Trusselle –
“Welcome…”
I was speechless when we got to enter his apartment.
“So great.. I feel like I was being welcomed by your things.” I said when I was feeling so calmed and relaxed inside his house.
“Oops?” I mumbled when I belched unintentionally, we both laughed.
We stayed for almost an hour to where he took me, it was a small restaurant and said that it was what he had promised me back then when he told me he would treat me, I even forgot that.
“Come on..” he cheered and pulled me carefully, I can feel his soft skin over my forearm.
“Here’s my bed. I don’t think this will serve us. It’s just for one person.” he showed his bed and was happy as he talked. “Like I told you, I want you to know more about me.”
And we wandered around his cute tiny house, it’s really good for one person though. But would be better with 2. With me?
“Your mom is pretty.” I told him once we reached his table next to his bed.
His table was quite good. He got 3 picture frames, he’s with his mom. He really loved his mom. I so respected him for that.
His room had a small window. Everything was so decent. I liked it.
“Oh?” my face lit up when I saw a familiar thing.
“Yes. This is the christmas tree I bought, a little celebration for christmas.” he smiled.
“Come on, my sister got this too. You made her buy this.” I shook my head in disbelief and he smirked.
“That was the day I felt so uneasy and a little scared by just feeling your presence.” he told me raising his eyebrows and smiling in honesty.
“To be honest, that day I was so insecure..” I snorted.
“What made you?”
“My sister had more interest with your choice than mine. I want the taller one but she preferred the smallest christmas tree which was your choice.” I replied feeling defeated.
I remembered how offended I was! Yes very offended. I felt like someone took my sister away from me.
Joon just smiled, his thin lips were so irresistible.
“Can I kiss you?” I asked intentionally.
Now I was getting serious. I can’t take it anymore. I felt like he was intentionally seducing me.
“Can I say no?” he retorted, I frowned.
I turned my look away from him. I felt like I was being disowned. Wait did he own me? Was he interested to?
“Okaaay. Look at this guy, he was so cute!”
I heard until my lips were conquered.
I closed my eyes feeling his lips against mine, they were so soft! We were not moving, just having our lips together. I thought deeply, this was what I wanted.
I opened my eyes when he parted, I saw his smile. Why was he this perfect?
“You’re making me feel this excited, always.” I admitted in sincerity. “Can you stay with me?”
He sat back on his bed like he was thinking deeply about my question. His face was getting red. His expression went a little lifeless.
Did I say something wrong?
“W-when my mom left me I was so broken. I was left alone.. with nothing. Our house was taken and I knew nothing.” he started talking again and a smile starting to form on his face.
No. That’s a poor smile of him, what was going on?
“I was so hopeless. When..”
He stopped from talking and bit his lip.
I felt weak hearing his voice. He was so different now. I wss afraid. I got stuck from where I was standing.
I bent my body over and grabbed both of his hands.
“When she died I was all alone. I started living independently and it made me hard to trust anyone.”
“Come on.” I whispered worriedly when I started to have the feeling that he will cry anytime soon.
He shook his head and the atmosphere went dead. He was staring to an unspecific direction. I was just looking at him, I felt sorry and I want to hug him tightly but I wanted him to burst everything out.
I wanted him to feel free thinking about his life. In that way I can know him more, I can know him better.
“When our house was taken I was completely lifeless. That’s the only place that gave me so much to remember about my mom.” and he looked at me.
“My life was a mess right?” he asked me and a smile started to grow on his face, it was a fake one. Again.
I shook my head and ran my right hand through his hair, I wanted to see his face but not this sad one.
I felt more weaker when his eyes started glistening. This meant to be sparkling but yeah he was crying and it killed me.
“Joon, don’t cry..” I pleaded when there was a tear escaped from his eyes.
His eyes were sparkling because of his tears, it was a perfect view though. Did you know that feeling when you see someone crying and their eyes were so perfect with tears?
They were glistening but at the same time they reflected how sad he was feeling right now.
“Can you not cry? I feel so bad that I can’t hold those tears of yours from falling.” I muttered.
I was about to hug him when the window caught my whole attention.
It’s raining. It was so hard that it will surely make you feel so sad.
Until I felt my hands were being grabbed a little harder. I turned my head to Joon and he was biting his lower lip, he’s also staring at the window.
“Trusselle.” he spoke and I felt like my world fell apart.
I was so scared after hearing his voice, his tone of voice. I can feel like an electricity was touching my whole body.
How did he mention my name so foreign?
“Do you think you will stay if you know something about me?” he whispered that I almost missed.
He was so calm right now, depending on his hands in mine.
But why was he still crying? I felt like he was being unsure or scared of something and that’s the reason of his tears.
“D-do we have a problem? Can you please stop crying? Joon don’t feel so bad.” I demanded.
I knelt down enough for me to face him since he was sitting on the bed.
I looked back at the window where he was focused.
“You just shared your story and I still like you, nothing will change it.” I mumbled.
“I just wish I can’t be the reason of those rain drops.” he said instead of replying to me.
Was he relating himself to the rain?
“What are you talking about?” I asked in defeat. I can’t understand him.
I raised my one hand and wiped his tears.
“Please don’t cry.” I pleaded again.
“Trusselle. When I cry, it rains.” he said so serious, that it made my world stop.
His eyes were focused on mine, were so persistent.
“I’m sorry?” I replied, so confused.
“Do you remember when I told you that I can’t cry?” was his response which made me remember the first day we slept together.
“When I cry it will surely rain.”
What was he talking about?
And he told me to think of the days where it rained and he was with me.
I tried my best to do what he said.
It took me couple of minutes to think of everything.
Until I began to feel so nervous, I even felt my heart beating so fast and hard. He looked so worried and bothered, he probably knew that I remembered everything.
The first day I drove him to his apartment, after he got off and I took the driveway it rained unexpectedly.
When we were in Coffee Bazaar, he was being scolded by a customer.. he cried and it rained right away.
That day when we were having breakfast with my family at the kitchen, the day he made frappes for them.. he cried for remembering his mom and Greg came in telling us that it’s raining.
And our first kiss, I knew he was crying back then and it rained so hard that time.
Thinking about all of these sent me shivers all over my body.
I can’t believe that this was happening but he’s Joon and he can’t just lie to me.
I can’t believe that there’s this thing happening to this world, that it can really happen.
It was like my hands had their own will for letting go of his hands.
I was completely speechless. I moved backward, a little away from him.
Everything was unbelievable to me.
“Joon..” was all I said in disbelief.
This was completely strange for me. What’s bothering me was that even knowing this.. I still felt the same affection towards him.
Everything was beyond reality.
This was not normal but I still liked him that much, he still owned me.
He sobbed and placed both of his hands over his face.
“I’m sorry for being like this, I-I’m sorry.” he said and I heard that the rain outside went harder.
No! No he shouldn’t be thinking this way. Was he thinking that I didn’t accept him?
It reminded me of some few moments where he told me that he hoped I would still be the same after knowing his secret. This was what he’s referring about.
I moved forward and wrapped my hands over his tiny body. I felt that he stopped from moving. He’s so soft.
“I will still be the same and nothing can change that.” I whispered. “This is me and I would like you to know that, you still own me.”
And he pulled his hands from his face and hugged me back.
I smiled knowing the fact, strangely I felt so proud. Joon was not just a normal person, he’s not just anybody. He’s not like everyone.
I was so lucky thinking about this, about everything and about his secret.
Suddenly I felt like he’s kind of a treasure I should “treasure”.
I was lucky he’s mine, I found him so fragile and important.
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Point Of View
– Joon –
“Trusselle?!” I called him a little louder.
Today was Friday and we woke up in a very good morning.
“You need to rush! It’s already nine-thirty.. you will surely come to work late!” I shouted when he didn’t reply.
“It’s okay. I can be late, I’m a boss!” he shouted back from the bathroom.
We were in his room and I was ironing his suit for today. So glad I was doing this.
“No you can’t be! Even if you’re the boss you can’t be late!” I shouted a little louder now, this spoiled brat indeed!
It has been a week since I’d been in a very serious situation, the day I let him know my secret. He accepted me and he’s proving it everyday.
We became more close since that day and it’s driving me crazy because he’s being silly now, a little pervert.
“He’s so good in these kinds of suits.” I smiled once done with his tuxedo.
I stood up and unplugged the iron.
“I’ll just go downstairs to prepare food. I’ll give you 5 minutes to finish there!” I warned and started striding towards the door.
I can’t see him in towel. I never saw his body and I didn’t want to see it. I always felt heat over my cheeks whenever I thought about it and that can’t happen in front of him.
I rushed myself downstairs. I smiled as I walked to the kitchen. I will make breakfast.
“Good morning little Korean.” I turned around and it was Sandra.
My jaw dropped!
“Does it suit me?” she asked, proudness all over her voice. She should be!
“Of course.” I replied in disbelief. Why did this girl so good in fitted clothes.
She’s wearing a black leggings and sleeveless!
She put her hands up and I saw her underarm, so great.
“When I saw Katy Perry’s outfit, that Bon Appetit music video, I feel like wearing that outfit in black and look.. it suits me right?” she said and I just nodded.
I walked to her and pulled her hair backward.
“I told you, you’re prettier when your hair are all at your back.” I smiled, American women were really beautiful. I must admit.
I knew where she’s going today, a morning breakfast or so she called hang out with some friends. She loved to share things to me whenever we both had time to talk.
“I think you have to go now Sandra. Your brother would not like to see you exposing so much skin. He might scold you again.” I warned her and walked her to the door.
I can remember what happened last Monday, she was scolded so hard by Trusselle when she wore an outfit showing her tummy and shoulders freely.
It was a cute argument though.
Once she left I went back to the kitchen and started making breakfast for Trusselle, and to make an extra for his parents.
I also did pack a lunch box for him, believe me he demanded for this.
“Around 6 I’ll be out from the office and will wait for you at your work okay?”
I heard a voice and turned around to see, I can’t help but to always smile whenever I see him in his suits. He’s really good with his formal attire.
His attires were perfectly fitted to his athlete body. Why was he so perfect when it comes to these kinds of clothes?
“Sure. Can I ask you something?” I replied, he nodded.
“Why do you always look good in suits?” I smiled but he frowned. “Why?”
“Honestly I don’t want wearing formal attires.” he huffed.
“Why? I mean I’m serious. You’re perfect with suits, especially with colored ones.. checkered inspired.” I assured remembering how good he was with his checkered Tuxedos.
“So are you saying that I’m so attractive to your eyes?” he raised his left eyebrow while moving closer to me.
I bit my lower lip. This was what I was talking about, he was being silly again.
“Aahhh!!” he groaned in pain after receiving a smack from me, I gave him a smack over his chest.
“You’re becoming aggressive, so violent..” he said using the voice that he always used when he’s making me feel guilty.
He had his left fist over his chest, giving me a puppy eyes. I shook my head. So childish. But cute.
I turned around and focused back on preparing food.
“Yes you are, always.” I admitted, he’s always drawing my attention.
He was. He’s an american and he’s really so attractive.
I felt a pair of hands wrapping over my waist and a chin over my shoulder.
“I’m so proud to have you.” he mumbled and it made me smile.
He didn’t have an idea how much I wanted to kiss him now.
“Tomorrow is weekend and it’s your day off, so..” he spoke like he was pointing something.
I nodded and smacked his hand which was on my tummy.
“How many stores are we going to visit?” I asked.
He told me last night that he wanted me to see their businesses, he would like to show them.
“Around 20? Just those small stores for now. We got hotels but I don’t want to show them for now, I want your time and I don’t want to spend it with our businesses that much. I want us to be here, in my room.”
It was like a lump formed in my throat, he got a lot of businesses and I admired them for being able to take care of them.
And did he say that he wanted my time? Hmm I had the same feeling. Thinking about him having a lot of work to do in the future made me a little worried, he may be very busy in the future that he wouldn’t be able to have time for me.
But I needed to support him and it made me happy.
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Point Of View
– Trusselle –
“2 strawberry please!”
“1 caramel please!”
“Bartender! Another order of strawberry please!”
I can’t help but to frown whenever I heard them shout at Joon.
Did they have to shout? I felt like Joon was being abused!
I can feel their pressure. I think it’s because of me. I was sitting in front of their counter.
“Hi? Do you mind if I join you?” I followed the source of the voice.
It was a girl with a long black hair, she’s smiling.
I nodded casually. She made her way and sat across me.
Her smile grew even bigger. I shook my head discreetly.
“Here’s. Your. Double. Chocolate. Frappe.”
I was surprised when somebody spoke, it was Joon. He placed in front of me the frappe I requested.
He gave me a warning look, I turned my head to the girl and now she was focused on a small menu.
I was about to explain when he left without words. Oh what did I do? Did I just make him jealous? That couldn’t be! I haven’t seen Joon upset and I didn’t want that to happen.
But I liked it, he’s jealous which meant he really liked me. Yeah!
Okay I’ll explain everything later. Correct.
I started focusing on the frappe he made. This was made by Joon and I liked it.
I took the straw, unwrapping it and saw a paper, it was a small note.
Wait at your sister’s office.. or else!
After reading what’s written I stood up right away and dragged myself to my sister’s office with all my will power.
Oh come on. I was being completely owned by him! By a man. By Joon!
I sat on my sister’s chair and put my feet up on the table. I was sweating. I took a sip of my frappe, for a refreshment.
So intense!
“5 minutes until my out.”
I raised my head and it was Joon.
“And who’s that?” he frowned and his eyes grew bigger. How could his korean eyes grow this bigger?
“I did nothing, nothing.” I tried to explain and stood up. “Is it my fault to be this good looking? Of course everybody will come and chase me.”
I saw that he shook his head suppressing a laugh. I can’t get pissed because seeing him in an apron was really good.
He walked towards me and placed his hands over my shoulders.
“Next time I don’t want seeing you sitting with anyone okay?” he said and gave a smile.
I was about to request a kiss when he left already leaving me speechless.
I always wanted to kiss him but I can’t just ask, I felt so shy whenever I was thinking of asking his permission for a kiss.
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Point Of View
– Joon –
“Hi Greg!”
I greeted when we reached the exit of the Coffee Bazaar.
“I’m so tired from work so called him to pick us.” Trusselle said.
Greg smiled at me as he opened the door of the car.
It was awkward. I knew he did this to his bosses but I was just a normal person and it always made me feel this way whenever Greg treated me the way he treated his bosses.
I let Trusselle to get in first so at least I can lessen the awkwardness.
“Greg go straight to doctor Hudson.”
I looked at Trusselle after he spoke. Doctor?
“I made an appointment this late. It’s our family doctor so it’s okay.” he laughed.
“Do you feel hurt somewhere? Do you feel like sick?” I asked curiously and even placed the back of my hand over his forehead.
No fever though.
“Just wait. Trust me.” he replied smiling.
We went silent as we took the driveway. He gave me a food, it was a cheese bread.
I was expecting it and it made me smile.
“Greg do you want some?” I offered after unwrapping the bread.
“No!”
I flinched when I heard Trusselle.
“That’s yours. Eat it.” he said firmly.
“I’m full. Thanks Joon anyways.” Greg assured.
I gave Greg a weak smile as he smirked. We knew that we can’t oppose when it’s Trusselle’s words.
“You’re always like this. I still remember what you did earlier.” I huffed referring to what happened earlier at the Coffee Bazaar.
“That’s completely stranger okay? I don’t know her! You’re being jealous again-…” he complained and I nudged him for talking too much.
He cringed. I eyed him trying to say that Greg can hear us, he grinned.
I gasped in disbelief. So he’s doing it in purpose?
“Boss we’re here.”
Greg interfered and my attention was caught by a black themed house. It was so big, but why was it so dark?
“I know. It’s creepy.” Trusselle said laughing. “Come on, we gotta go.”
Until I was being pulled out of the car, carefully.
“Greg. Come with us.” he told Greg and got a nod response.
He held my hand as we started making our way to the house.
I tried to pull my hands but he didn’t let me to, he even placed it over his waist as he held it.
We walked towards the big door. So dark? Did doctors live this way?
I didn’t know but I was having this weird feeling, I was shaking a little hard.
It seemed that Trusselle noticed it and he stopped from walking making me stop too.
“Hey are you okay?” he made a question and I knew that he was so concerned. I smiled weakly.
“I don’t know but I’m feeling so nervous, believe me.” I admitted and made my grab tighter on his hands.
“Okay. Let me be honest, do you remember when you fainted at the Coffee Bazaar?”
I stayed still and thought for a moment.
I frowned for remembering it.
“Our doctor came to check you and he told me that you’re skipping meals and feeling so depressed.”
I bit my lip hiding a sheepish look, guilty. Was I?
“Come on no worries, I’m here. I won’t leave you. Everything will be fine, believe me. We will all smile after.” he told me and he sounded so assured.
I nodded and this time I grabbed his hand intentionally, not wanting to let it go.
We strode towards the door, Greg walked over us to open it.
“No doorbells. So weird yeah.” Greg laughed while we entered the house.
I was speechless then, paintings everywhere. It was so good inside, if outside was so dark then inside was indeed a light ambiance. So much of life.
We continued walking and I was guessing that we were heading to the kitchen.
I heard some voices along the way, a little familiar.
“Oh my little boys are here!”
We stopped from walking when we realized who’s speaking.
“Mom? Dad? Sandra?” was Trusselle’s reaction.
They laughed and nodded.
They were busy cooking, I can see some cookies as well and Sandra was busy preparing.
My eyes scanned the kitchen and I saw an old man. Like in his 60s.
“Is that Joon?” I forced a smile when he mentioned my name.
“Of course he is. What do you think now mr. Hudson?” Trusselle replied sounding so proud, so the old guy was the doctor?
His grab on my hand became a little tighter. We were holding our hands, behind his back.
“Further inspection, he’s good now. I can say it. His eyes were so bright.” the doctor replied smiling at me. “I’m pretty sure he’s not skipping meal anymore.”
“I told you mr. Hudson, my brother is good enough. He always prepares food for him.” Sandra joined the conversation making me feel shy.
So this was the reason why Trusselle was always up to making meals and bringing food for me?
I raised my head to look at him, he smiled and rubbed the back of my hand over his back.
“I’m so happy mr. Hudson didn’t need to use some weird stuff to check you. He just used his eyes and said you’re all good.” he told me.
I can’t help but to feel so grateful. Now I felt more safer with Trusselle. He’s becoming my everything now.
“Kids come here join us. We made some food. We should celebrate this with a good dinner.” I heard mr. Ellison’s voice and saw Sandra pulling us to the table.
I was so happy. How can I pay their kindness to me?
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