Chapter 23
I want to punch him right now; he is really mean!
“Compare to you! You look in legal age, but you acted like a seven years old kid!” I stock out of my tongue. He makes me mad; he knows how to tease me, grr!
“Do I leave you here? Don’t you have someone with you? Kiki told me I should send you off, and I am already hungry?”
I want to pee too.
“You are poor in comprehension!”
What?! He is insulting me!
“Hey, I am nicely asking you!”
“You can leave me here. I’m waiting for my maid. She’s in a hurry; that's why she didn’t know she was not able to see you both.”
Eh? Why does his maid need to see us?
“Where did she go? I’ll join them to wait for her.” I offered.
“Nah, she had a meeting and bought ingredients for dinner later.” sus!
He is looking at those people who passed by.
“Maid? Then he has a meeting? Your maid is so feeling acting liked like a rich.” I commented.
Why doesn’t Kiki lend me his sports car?
Do maids hold a meeting? Do they need that? Maybe Kyle needs to talk about what to clean in the house, especially if visitors need to know what to cook for a gathering.
“Yeah, that woman is my maid. She cooks for me and cleans the house. She's also sending me from school. She cleaned my room too.” He smirked.
I saw a color yellow sports car that stopped in front of us.
“There, my Yaya is here,” he informs me.
This man came in that woman who was driving.
That maid lowered the window and waved her hand at Kyle. She is so beautiful compared to me, and she’s also wearing make-up.
The maid didn’t notice me.
I didn’t feel able to talk to them and left them. This human might speak a different language from me, and I don’t understand.
Maybe I should apply for a maid so I could drive a sports car and be beautiful. That woman doesn’t look like a maid.
I entered the elevator and was already in our floor unit in just three seconds.
"What the hell is this?!" I almost jumped when he yelled.
He looks grumpy and not in the mood.
I looked at what he prefers, and I saw nothing. He is pointing at the tiles, maybe?
What’s the problem with this man again?
“You didn’t clean?”
Kiki grumpy asked me and set aside the things that I used.
I used the charger and put it anywhere, and some slippers are disorganized; the other pair of my slippers are in the room door. Then I also have clothing that I put on the sofa. I will put it later in the laundry basket.
“And look at this mess!” He said in a frustrated tone, looking at my clothes that hung inside this condo. I don’t know where to hang my clothes, so I turn them there.
When I woke up, I did the laundry in the CR and went back to sleep again.
“Eh, where should I hang my clothes? You don’t have something to hang the clothes.” I reason out. I don’t know if he is cleaning his clothes. I never saw him doing laundry thing.
I sit on the sofa while Kikis stands with a broom. My lawyer was also roaming his eyes on the place.
"Do you know how to do laundry, ah? Look, the water is leaking from your clothes. Look, I almost got spilled awhile ago." Frustrated is visible in Kiki’s voice.
He commented while looking at my underwear that has a hole and doesn’t have a garter.
"Can you remove all of this?" He pleaded, and he glared at me.
He looks irritated at the outcome of the lease.
“Where should I put those? Let not remove them to that place.” I am lazy to find a place to hang my clothes. Kiki is so poor his things are not complete in this condo.
"If you don't remove these clothes, I'll throw them away." He sighed deeply.
He didn't seem to want to see that there was hanging there. I just made a clothesline here inside his condo. Because the space is small.
"All right, throw them away." I ignored him and didn't look at him. I am going to charge him after he throws away my clothes. So Brainy, right?
And he bought me a lot of clothes, underwear, and bras yesterday so no worries about those clothes.
"There's a laundry downstairs. Bring your clothes there; I don't want to see these clothes hanging here." He suppresses his anger.
I heard his footsteps.
I heard him sigh deeply. That was deep.
“Didn’t you throw the garbage? Look, Claire! It’s already full and smells bad!” He suppresses to yelling at me. He sounds so stressed and looks frustrated.
I giggled.
“Are you mad?” I asked in a low tone of voice.
I don’t want him to hear me, and he might get angry. And lose his temper.
“Really, are you really cleaning this condo?”
I almost jump when he is already beside me. While his two hands are on his waist.
"Don't laugh; I'm not making fun of you, and I am not joking," he warned and glared at me.
I want to laugh at his looks; he looks like a maid, not a lawyer. He seems stressed too, very stressed, and his eyebrow creases. Poor Kiki.
"Look all over the place!" Kiki yelled.
He roamed his eyes on the place again, and I gave no care.
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“It’s clean,” I commented as I looked at his face.
He sighed again.
"My god! I can't believe we left it looking like this." He said, frustrated, and rolled his eyes.
He is so stressed while I am secretly laughing.
He left me and went back to the kitchen again.
“And look! Claire!” He yelled at the tops of his lungs.
“Did you clean the plates well? There are bacteria, and what the hell?!”
I can’t stop myself from laughing.
"Princess Claire! I'm not making fun of you!" Kiki shouted again while he was still in the kitchen.
Oh my! How did he know about my honest and genuine name? Err! I forgot that he saw my birth certificate and legal documents, and I told him my real name to get his trust.
"I can't believe I didn't notice this mess." The stress is visible in Kiki’s voice.
"I'm not going to cook anymore." He loses his mood.
I was laughing and eating snacks while watching while he was so stressed cleaning the condo. Duh, it’s actually clean. It's just a bit messy.
I was already hungry, and he didn’t cook but delivered food for us.
“Hey, don’t you want to eat?!” I yelled for him to hear me.
He is cleaning his room, and I can’t talk to him. I couldn’t paint his face while he was busy cleaning the condo.
He made too serious about cleaning the place.
.
“Don’t you really know to place those things that you use?”
I heard him.
What is he doing?
He keeps talking and complaining while cleaning. I heard many things from him, but I didn’t mind.
He came outside the room and was topless, sweat dripping from his body. Kiki keeps walking in front of me, and I don’t know if he is teasing me or just wants to show his body. Hmmph! Feeler!
"Eat first."
I invited him.
There is a hanging towel on his shoulder. He still looks grumpy and not in the mood.
He did the laundry too. He came downstairs to do the laundry; I don’t know whether he exactly went, maybe in the middle of the road.
I bite again at the big burger I had been eating and holding and drink a soda.
"Tsked!"
He passed me and went into the bathroom.
Maybe he is going to poop?
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“Kiki, are you sure? You are going to introduce me to your parents for real?”
I asked again while getting out of the car.
He told me there would be a family dinner, so I would meet his parents. I felt nervous when I heard that. They might eat me alive.
I wear sexy crop top sleeves, backless t-back fewer clothes, and a mini skirt. Kiki told me not to wear pants because he would remove them later and for easy access.
"Are you mad?" I asked when I got near to him.
“You are really handsome,” I commented, looking at his outfit for today. Plain short sleeve polo and straight black pants.
I hug his left arm as we walk together.
“Hey! I had been talking to you.” I said when I didn’t receive any reply from Kiki.
I pouted and looked at him. He had been looking grumpy and didn’t talk to me anymore.
"Stop calling me, Hoy. That's not my name." He hissed.
Kiki's rude attitude activated.
"What do you want me to call you? Honey bee? Pussycat? Cow? Boo? Moo? Mumu?" I suggested.
He didn’t like what I suggested based on his reaction.
“Joke! Don’t be serious! Okay, I will call you Kiki then. I know you like that.” I pinch his waist.
"Kiki, do you love me?" I sang.
He didn’t make any reaction. Killjoy!
I made our conversation long in their house garage. I felt I am going to poop in nervousness. I am going to meet his parents today, his family. Their house is too big and beautiful. Modern design and expensive interior design. His mother won’t eat me. There are also many plants around the home.
“What?”
I asked when I noticed that he was staring at me blankly.
"You're pulling my hand." He said and looked at it.
I hugged his hand tighter and squeezed him.
“Kiki, I am feeling nervous.” I am scared.
“I won’t go home alive,” I added. Kienzo’s mom wouldn’t like me.
I wanna go home and poop.
"My parents are not killers. Stop thinking about those things." Kiki said rudely to me.
