BLIND DATE
Chapters. 56

After saying the thing that made Ara blush again, this man actually pulled a chair and sat down casually.

"I want to eat porridge" said Tristan.

"The father is healed" said Ara, turning to the kitchen table. But Tristan held him back.

"I'm not healed yet. Check it." Quickly, Tristan pulled Ara's hand and brought the small palm close to her forehead. Ara widens eyes. Breath choked. He was confused by this man's extraordinary behavior. "What are you thinking? You actually checked my forehead, right?" tanya Tristan frowned because this girl was like being dumbstruck. Just as she was awakening from the dream, Ara took her hand off forcefully.

"Y-yes. I checked. You're still hot." Be honest. Ara did not know Tristan's body temperature was still hot or not. He was just confused to hold his irregular heartbeat. So he agreed enough with Tristan's words.

"Give me the porridge you made earlier. I want to be healthy, so have to eat your porridge." Tristan pointed towards the small pot on the stove with his chin. Ara nodded and walked over to the stove.

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Ara placed Tristan's porridge bowl in front of her. Ara was shocked as this man was about to directly eat it.

"It's still hot, sir. You have to be patient first," prevent Ara from being surprised while holding Tristan's hand to not put the porridge in her mouth. Tristan's eyeball glanced at his hand that Ara was holding. "Ah, forgive me sir." Ara immediately took off Tristan's hand.

Why does reflex appear at this time? lamented Ara.

"You're deft too" praised Tristan. Ara grimaced at the praise that resembled that plunge. "Where are you? Sit down," pinta Tristan pointed to the chair in front of her.

"I want to clean all the tools."

"No. Sit down." Tristan made an uncontested decision. Ara was silent and sat down with resignation. At that moment Tristan stood up. Ara could only pay attention with ignorance. The man came back with a bowl that was the same as his. Put the bowl of porridge in front of the table.

"I'm .. not sick, sir. I'm healthy." Ara was surprised he was also given the chicken porridge. Although it was actually delicious because it was a recipe from mom, she was astonished this man gave her as well.

"Eating porridge doesn't have to hurt, right?" Tristan chose to think for himself. He sat back. Ara looked towards the bowl.

"It's a porridge for the sick. So let's be healthy."

"My father is sick to the doctor. Keep taking care of that is the hospital nurse." Ara arguing. He let the bowl.

"Too complicated if you have to go there. Then ... You refuse to accompany me to eat?" ask Tristan. This time, I looked straight at this woman. "I just need a friend. Ever since my parents died, I've always eaten alone. Just grandpa." Ara knows about that. He also felt sorry. His hand moved to take the spoon. Tristan raised his eyebrows at the winning sign. "It's delicious."

"Delicious indeed. Because it's a recipe from mom."

"Mother dropped a lot of useful talent for you. That's awesome." Another compliment. Ara sure isn't a prick.

"Yes." Yeah." Ara smiled thinly. He remembered his mother. Kangen. Tristan saw the look of that gloomy looking face.

"Is something wrong?" tristan's reprimand is shocking. This made Ara look up.

"What, Sir?"

"You. Your face is grim." Both of Tristan's elbows are on the table.

"N-no, sir." Ara didn't feel that way. He just misses his mother and family in the village. After the arrival of the mother in the apartment that was like just a visit, Ara felt a little sad. Because he doesn't want to.

"Expression cannot lie." Tristan understood that there was something Ara was thinking.

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