BLIND DATE
Chapters. 43

Ara took Tristan's plate and filled it with food. "You eat too" said Ara nodding. He glanced at Mr. Haga. The old man would devour the food he cooked for the first time. Ara's chest pounded looking at that.

"Like regular food." As soon as Mr. Haga commented with a reluctant face. Tristan thinned his lips.

"You can spend everything Antoni. Grandfather doesn't seem to be eating much" Tristan said suddenly. He knew this man was very good at eating. Antoni blinked his eyes in surprise. He glanced towards his master. Mr. Haga was glaring at him. "It's not good to let grandpa's food be left. So let Antoni spend it all." Antoni did not understand what Tristan meant, but then he nodded.

"Are you my subordinate or Tristan? I didn't tell you to finish the food, so don't fuck around." Apparently he was just trying to seem reluctant in front of Ara, because after that he filled his plate with a lot of food. It seemed like he was afraid that Antoni who was currently hungry would really spend it. Ara to widen her eyes in surprise.

"Don't pretend you don't like food if you still want to eat" Tristan said. Grandfather's lips thinned furiously hearing his grandson's innuendo. Ara smiled knot. Mr. Haga does not dislike his food, but he must be surly to not show that he likes the cuisine made by Ara.

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"Thank you for coming, Grandpa." Ara bowed to usher in Haga's return with Tristan beside her. After he had really left, Ara immediately went into the apartment to clean up the lunch.

"That's what Ara was?" reprimand Tristan with a cloudy face.

"meaning?" tanya Ara did not understand.

"I never told you to cook. Why are you trying to do it?" Ara opened her eyes in surprise. Not expecting Tristan to ask with an angry expression.

"I ... just try not to look awkward. Because all of a sudden, I couldn't perform as usual because all of a sudden my courage was gone." Ara explained. Because he did not feel like he could play a show.

"You can tell me. So just give it up. I'll take over. That could have made this far more difficult if it didn't work." Tristan is not happy.

"But it didn't work, sir?"

"It's just a lucky factor" Tristan said, not wanting the debate to continue.

"I'm sorry if it's not pleasing. I'm trying to fit in as a lover who can welcome your grandfather's arrival. Sorry." Ara did not expect this man to actually disagree. His head bowed while cleaning the dishes used for lunch earlier.

"I have to clean it up before I get back to the office." Ara kept trying to clean the dishes and other utensils.

"Let go of my words, Ara!" tristan shouted while blocking his hand. "Look at your feet!" Hearing Tristan's cry, this girl lowered her head. The wound on top of his heel was still open and now it was bleeding.

"My feet," said Ara, only to realize again the pain of her legs.

"Wash your hands and don't argue." Since Tristan was still blocking his hand, he could not argue.

"Please let go of my hand first" Pinta Ara. Tristan let go and walked away. Ara washed her hands that were exposed to soap foam and moved away from the sink. Shortly after that Tristan appeared carrying a medicine box. Then sit next to him and take out the red medicine.

"I contracted you to be my lover, not to torture you" Tristan said, closing his hand to treat Ara's wounds.

"B-let me just, sir." Ara was shocked and retreated in wanting to refuse.

"Just be quiet and don't move much" snapped Tristan with a sharp eye. Ara was silent in the end. He let this man heal his wounds. After the plaster was put on, Tristan straightened his body again. "Done. No need to clean up the rest of the lunch. I'll call the guy from the cleaning company to clean it up."

"I'd better clean it myself, sir. Is not this apartment rarely visited by many people? It might make you uncomfortable." Ara felt like she didn't have to make this man in distress.

"This apartment has been visited by many people after I asked you to stay. So don't worry about it." Ara chose silence again.

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