
Maybe for Christ tonight is a stroke of luck, but for Giska tonight is nothing more than a disaster. His body was curled up in a blanket because it was holding back the cold that pierced the skin. The blanket is thick enough to keep her warm.
The heating here may be problematic, plus he who took a shower for almost an hour because he felt dirty some time made him more tortured. In this situation, Giska longed for the warmth of the mother's cooking.
He's hungry, really. Right now Giska really needs something that can warm her body. For a moment he turned to the door of the room he had blocked with the table so that Christ could not sneak in as he pleased.
"Basic evil, so is that how you can entertain guests?"
Very upset, Giska pressed the stomach to resist hunger. Whether until when he was able to hold back, his stomach was not used to being left empty like this.
"But if you come out later to see the cabbul," muttered Giska trying to close her eyes.
However, it seems that Giska's stomach and body are in revolt to last longer until they choose to dismiss the fear immediately. Struggling between life and death, Giska settles out of the room and down Christ's now seemingly dim apartment.
"Instead of being stingy like him, all the lights he turned off like this."
Giska tries to distract her from being too nervous, although to be honest right now the bad thoughts about Christ kidnapping her into the room still remain. With the ability to slacken that he trained since adolescence, Giska managed to arrive in the kitchen safely even though his knees felt limp.
He who thinks if things are safe, slowly act to make sure there is something he can enjoy tonight. His eyes sparkled for a moment when he saw the milk and bread arranged there, there were some eggs and other ingredients that became the savior for Giska tonight.
At first everything was safe, until it arrived when the hand landed smooth on his shoulder Giska screamed so badly. Everything in his hands even fell to the floor, milk, bread and eggs splattered on the floor.
"You hungry?"
He asked after turning on the lamp, Giska who was now pale made Christ chuckle softly. Since then he followed, the intention of Christ's heart was not at all to make him surprised, but just wanted to offer help alone.
"Sit down" said Christ, who then confused Giska for a moment.
Without waiting for long he even immediately cleared the floor first. Ask Giska to wait while she prepares the food. Giska's lips showed that if she was cold, Christ realized that he had forgotten to host Giska with food tonight.
Giska did not say much at all, she was in need of food and wanted to warm her body. Despite choosing silence, he did not let Christ out of his sight.
As Giska said from the beginning, Christ is good. However, he who is often unpredictable so make Giska afraid. Plus, the bitter memories of a man's goodness left Giska traumatized and resentful of the sweetness of the man at the beginning of the meeting.
"Eat it, you seem to be cold .. Is that right, Giska?" christ asked and sat down by his side.
Without Giska realizing, Christ is currently pulling the corner of the lips after looking at how to eat. The man was even chin-backed in order to make sure Giska was completely out of his sight.
Until he was done that was all Christ did, really just looking at Giska eating without any intention of teasing her. The man chuckles later when Giska accidentally burps right in front of him.
"Why not call me hungry?" ask Christ after a while they don't talk to each other.
"I don't want to bother you," answered Giska who was clearly lying, the arrival of Christ was the one he was so afraid of, that he might accidentally knock on the door of the man's room and complain if he was hungry, thought.
"The warmers in the room were actually broken" said Christ casually who made Giska throw a hostile look at him.
"damaged? Then why did you let me sleep there?"
It is really evil, Giska is not out of thought with this man. Christ's faint smile instantly made Giska want to land a punch on her face, as if she had expected something like this to happen.
"You've given me a choice, and you've chosen the guest room, where am I wrong?"
True, it is true that Giska chose. However, it would be unethical for this man to let himself be trapped in that room, Giska thought again wanting to cry.
Giska did not want to argue, she chose to ignore the matter. Only until tomorrow morning, a few more hours and obviously he can pass later. Not wanting to linger, Giska was about to move into the room.
"To my room, you can freeze to death, Giska." Giska was filled to hear Christ's words, immediately the thought of the man's obscene brain stopped for a moment.
"Then how are you?"
"I? I don't mind, Giska."
"Oh my God, he can be sane as well."
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- To Be Continue -