BLIND DATE
Chapters. 83

Ara quickened her pace towards the back with all the syrup. Tristan was walking forward with her mother.

"Quickly, love the drink," the mother ordered impatiently.

"More." Ara thrust out a glass of cold syrup.

"Thank you" Tristan said with a charming smile. Ara rubbed her hair as it blushed.

"At the end of the meal, yes ..." Mother left them both.

"Let's have a drink first. Don't look at me anymore" said Ara. Tristan did not immediately drink the syrup that was already in his hands, instead smiling while looking at Ara. Tristan nodded and gulped it down. "Here's the glass," Ara's pinta. Tristan thrust his glass which was already barren.

Ara wiped away Tristan's melted sweat.

"It looks like my shirt looks like a napkin. Since then to wipe the sweat of the Father," said Ara.

"sorry. I must have looked dirty and bad" Tristan said sulking. This guy is just like a kid.

"I told you, this father can't look bad under any circumstances. When carrying a sack of potatoes, it looks cool and tough." Ara lowered her arm. Tristan smile.

"It's just a little bit of my toughness. You don't know I'm tough on anything else." The sentence felt ambiguous especially in addition to the slanted smile of this man. Ara's brain was buana. It made him blush involuntarily.

"It looks like we should go inside. I've been waiting." Ara scratched her temple and shifted the conversation to something else. Tristan smiled at Ara who was drunk.

"Yes. We go inside after I wash my hands and feet." Tristan patted Ara's head slowly.

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"Sorry sir about that. It must be because of Ara and this Father." Mom apologized immediately.

"It's okay, Mom."

"Let's eat first" asked the Father. The dining table is full of village cuisine. Ara shift seats for Tristan. This man approached and sat down.

"I'm so troublesome to Mom and Dad."

"It's okay. There are guests who have to bother. Guest time is left alone" said the father. "By the way, this is Ara's boss. We have to be ready to bother."

"Call Tristan only. I'm still young if I have to be called, sir," Tristan said. Ara glances. It could be the Boss. Mother gave her daughter code to prepare plates and spoons for Tristan.

"The boss's time is Ara we just call the name. Yeah, well, it's good, isn't it Mom?" He threw a question at his wife.

"Yes right." Mother agrees.

"Call his name, sir." Ara finally let out a sound.

"Nak Tristan, is that it?" the word made Ara widen her eyes to hear it.

"Yes, that's better. Sounds familiar," said Tristan responding with a smile. Ara replacei widened his eyes towards Tristan. What the fuck? At such a glance Tristan simply raised his eyebrows.

"Let's eat first." Because Tristan's plate is ready with rice as well as the side dish, mother invited. "I'm sorry if the food isn't fancy."

"No. I think it's pretty fancy, because mom made it herself. Mom's cooking is good." Tristan who had heard about the mother who was good at cooking from Ara's mouth, spoke fluently.

"Oh, this is just fancy. I'm embarrassed." She laughed and followed him.

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Afternoon by evening. Tristan is still at Ara's house. Even this man had taken a shower even though he did not change clothes.

"When did you come home?" ask Ara astonished.

"Come on," said Tristan casually.

"Why is it unclear? Don't you have to work tomorrow?"

"No. I told Jarvis to take time off."

"The holidays? What leave?" ask Ara astonished.

"Follow for not seeing you for a long time." Ara thinning her lips got that answer. "So .. maybe I'll stay here." Ara widened her eyes.

"Don't mess around, sir."

"I stopped messing with you after I expressed my feelings, Ara," Tristan said. "It's serious."

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