"Are you sick, Gala?" asked Mr. Richard saw Gala coming up the stairs. Last night he caught Gala running with and pale face. He even put his bike down roughly like a madman. Not to mention the slamming sound of Gala's flat door, which was quite loud. At first, he wanted to ask for help but seeing Gala's condition like that made him reluctant.
"No, Mr. Richard." Gala was slightly surprised when she turned her head, and the older adult greeted her.
"I'm grateful. Was your day hard?"
For Gala, that question contains a lot of attention. In this flat, only Mr. Richard often asked her about trivial things like this. Meanwhile, the other residents seemed to be hoping he would leave. Gala went back down the stairs, holding herself back from getting to her flat. Though his body was almost crushed because of work at Mr.'s house. Jian is very piled up.
"No, Mr. Richard." Gala tried to show a small smile. Even though he didn't know, his face was already scary when he looked at it in the mirror. His hair was a mess, and his shirt was shabby, not to mention damp with sweat. Don't ask Gala's scent mixed with the stench of garbage. "It is late. Mr. Richard should get enough rest."
"You should say that to yourself, Gala," said Mr. Richard with a snort. His hand patted the Gala's shoulder hard enough to cause a grimace on the poor young man's face. "There. You rest. Don't forget, it's your day off to help me later."
"Okay, Mr. Richard. Good night."
Mr. Richard let Gala climb the stairs to her flat again. He was staring straight at the back of the young man much taller than him. Mr. Richard had known Gala since he had moved into this flat with his mother. They were both excellent people until suddenly, Bellamie just left Gala. Mr. Richard was only given a message to keep an eye on his son. The plea of a mother who looks desperate on that stormy night.
He still clearly remembers it.
"What exactly happened?" Mr. Richard asked Bellamie, who was sobbing on the sofa in her living room.
"I… Xavier. But …"
"You sound like a bee, Bellamie. Clear!"
"I have to find Xavier, Mr. Richard. But … but I can't take the Gala with me. I …"
"Xavier?"
"My husband."
Ah, Gala's father. At the beginning of his arrival, Mr. Richard thought Gala was a fatherless child raised by his mother alone. There is no need for a male figure in her life because Bellamie and the little boy named Gala seem to be at peace while living there.
"Please," Bellamie pleaded. His eyes had been tearing up ever since. "Your help means a lot to me, Mr. Richard."
At that time, Mr. Richard just took a deep breath. He watched Bellamie's departure from the window of his flat. It was as if the night storm couldn't stop the blonde woman's decision. Remembering that night, Mr. Richard felt sorry for Gala again. No matter how big his body is now, the child is still like a child whose parents abandoned him. Where until now, no one has ever come to visit him.
While in her room, Gala rushed to the bathroom. His body was very sticky. Bathing with mint-scented soap might make him sleep soundly. Tonight he must sleep soundly. Tomorrow will be a long day because Mr. Kim said tomorrow there would be a discount party where there will be more visitors. The shadows of dirty dishes and greased pots scattered here and there were in his eyelids.
When he came out of the bathroom, he immediately caught the smell of cooking. "Dice?" While rubbing his wet hair and part of his body, which was still dripping from the rest of his bath water, he walked to the kitchen, which was not too far away. He could see the holographic girl playing with all the kitchen tools.
Cook.
"Dice?"
He turned his head. His eyes stared straight at Gala. "Could you get dressed? Even though I was created from sophisticated tools, the basis for making my soul is still a woman. I still have shame, sir."
It should have been Dice's face that was blushing, not Gala. In front of him, Dice stared intently at Gala while the young man's face was as red as a tomato. He rushed into his room and got dressed. It didn't take long for him to take his T-shirt and training pants to sleep. Even a small collection of decent clothes to wear. He can buy or increase his supply if there is a gift from anywhere. As long as it's still fit for use and, according to him, it's not too narrow, Gala doesn't matter.
The money is not enough when it comes to appearance.
"Is Xavier's advanced device like this?"
Dice looked up again. This time, the cooking show was over. A serving of bacon with mashed potatoes and a few pieces of fresh fruit is on the table. Gala swallowed so many times that she wanted to eat all these dishes until they ran out without residue. Because it looks delicious. The smell alone made Gala unable to distract herself from everywhere.
In the past, Gala had eaten at the dining table with a menu as complete as this. With his mother. With many stories as well as activities that he wants to do afterward. But… that was then.
"You can, sir. I was created to help, serve and protect Mr Xavier and now that task is focused on you."
Gala squeaked softly. "It's great that he created a tool like you."
Dice was silent. She was watching Gala, who started preparing to eat. Maybe because of hunger and energy drained outside, Gala ate very voraciously. Dice's memories replayed how he had been with Xavier before he met Bellamie. Like Gala, sometimes Xavier, when he's tired, eats more slowly.
Gala's body proportions are also similar, very similar. His pale white skin made a difference. If Xavier has bright white skin, his face can be said to be handsome. While the Gala? It seems that it looks dull and tattered because it is not taken care of. Moreover, the clothes made Dice surprised too. But at least Xavier's son is still alive.