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"How does it feel?"
Jason looked at Ken and Shasa, who were enjoying ice cream. A look of great anxiety covered his eyes. Jason even held his breath for a moment, just to wait for an answer from Ken and Shasa.
"It feels like ice cream. What else?"
It's gone. Ken's bitter voice, which seemed to beat the polar ice, immediately made Jason sigh. The guy always spoils his mood.
"You're right. It tastes like ice cream." Jason responded with an upset face and then put the enormous piece of ice cream in his mouth.
Shasa was wide-eyed, almost choked on her own spit. "How did you do it? Are you in the mood for a circus? Your mouth is so big, you didn't even bite the ice cream at all."
With his mouth still full, Jason turned to Shasa.
"Ice cream is not bitten but licked." the sequel then.
Hearing that, Ken immediately put on a confused face, as if thinking out loud.
"Do you mean something foreign?" He asked in a curious tone, "only to be licked but not to be bitten."
At that moment, Jason coughed with his own saliva. His chest seemed to be squeezed to make his breath a little tight. Jason's eyes turned sharply when he looked at Ken.
"What are you saying? Stop your dirty thoughts." Said Jason in a little loud voice.
Ken really has the highest intelligence among the orphanage children. That was why the boy seemed much more mature and always digested well every word. And Jason understood the man's point. Ken was talking about perverted things deduced from his own observations.
Ken thins his lips, throwing a cynical look at Jason. "Have you ever tried it?"
Jason stammered, his eyes widening slightly, filled with shock. There was a red hue running down his cheekbones, forcing Jason to lower his head in embarrassment.
"What are you talking about?"
The two men turned in unison to the owner of the voice. Shasa widened her smile when she saw Aurora's presence. Then she shifted her body, slightly docked at Ken, giving Aurora space to sit.
"Sit next to me, Aurora." Shasa said while patting the teak chair.
Aurora smiled softly, then took a seat next to Shasa. Immediately after, Shasa instantly shifted her body back, snuggling up to Aurora.
"What exactly are you talking about? It seemed so serious that I had to guess for myself." Aurora tilted her head slightly to look at Ken and Jason.
A moment of silence struck. The atmosphere was so awkward that it made Jason clear his throat a little to split the unpleasant atmosphere.
"N-nothing. Just talking to men. Don't worry, we're not talking about anything serious." Jason said, sighing instead of holding his nerves.
Ken raised his eyebrows, then turned to Jason.
"Jason said the right thing Aurora, we were just talking about the principle of a man." Ken smiled meaningfully.
Aurora frowned, feeling that something was being hidden by the two men of different ages. But at the sight of Ken's usual flat face, Aurora dispels any awful premonitions. Jason couldn't lie, the boy always told him the truth.
"You guys finished? We have to go home soon. The day starts in the afternoon. Amira's mother will worry about us later." He stared at Ken and Shasa curiously then. "Finish your ice cream."
Shasa nodded quickly, obeying Aurora's words immediately.
"Why go home so soon? Do you still not want to walk in this park?" Jason asked suddenly with a sullen face.
"No. We can't argue with Aurora. If Uncle still wants to go for a walk, just do it yourself. We have to go home, right Ken." Shasa pushed her shoulder on Ken's shoulder, making Ken's preoccupation with enjoying his ice cream disturbed.
Ken growled, looking at Shasa in annoyance. A long pause unraveled there before Ken let out a quick sigh and turned to Jason.
"Come on, Jason, don't be childish. Look at your face, you look like Shasa. Whiny and spoiled." Ken said with a thick slip of scorn, making Jason's mouth open wide in disbelief.
"Why are you carrying my name? If I'm spoiled and whiny, then what are you? You're like a two-door refrigerator. Very Cold." Shasa said he didn't want to lose while glaring her eyes fiercely.
Seeing the dispute, Aurora immediately moved away from her seat, then stepped forward and stood between Ken and Shasa. Her head looked down at them while her gaze turned serious.
"Did I tell you to fight? Why do you guys look like cat and mouse? It really pisses me off."
After saying that, Aurora turned around, stepped forward while stamping her feet about to head for the car, but suddenly her steps stopped when she heard a sound from behind her back.
"Aurora, where are you going?" Jason looked at Aurora's back with a frown.
Aurora rolled her eyeballs, then twisted.
"Of course I want to go to the car. Where else do you think I should go." She said with a slightly elevated tone because of the emotions that peaked.
"To the car?" Shasa muttered softly and then looked deeply at Aurora's face. "Which car do you mean, Aurora? Wouldn't the car be on...
"Go to the right. The car is there. What you're going to is a playground for 7-year-olds." Ken responded quickly before Shasa finished her sentence.
Aurora's cheeks were blushing red, the heat radiating up to her neck. But she tried to ignore Ken's sentence and put on a flat face before then following Ken's direction.
And then there was the laughter of the three of them. Ken even gives up his self-control and instead enjoys Aurora's face, flushed red with shame. For now, let his behavior unravel. It is indeed a very rare sight to see such a timid Aurora. Jason Bent his back because of the laughter that never stopped, still clear in the memory of Aurora's cheeks that flushed like a burning fire, looking beautiful as well as adorable. Tears even flowed in the corners of her eyes involuntarily.
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"What is it?"
Darren's heavy voice that suddenly sounded made the female ministry flinch in surprise. Immediately, her foot stepped back, then bowed politely to Darren.
"Excuse me sir, I only brought food to the young master. However, since earlier, the young master locked himself in the room and did not want to go out." the server was afraid.
Darren raised his eyebrows, looking at the back that was still bowing to him.
"Lift your back and look at me when you talk." Darren's order was strict, which the server immediately obeyed.
Nervousness mixed with fear instantly made her back stiffen. The reason was that her master never let the servants stare at him, let alone speak directly like this.
Darren was silent as he judged. His watchful eyes seemed to be lowered slightly to steal a glance at the woman's chest.
"Naomi?"
Naomi's eyes instantly widened, with a reflex movement, her back immediately bent. No wonder the master told herself to face him, apparently only to find out the name emblazoned on her left chest. Yeah. Every service woman or man who works here will definitely be given a uniform by attaching their respective names. That's because Darren is very difficult to remember a name.
"Excuse me, Sir. I have forgotten to introduce myself first, so that makes you bother to give orders." Naomi continued. Then, with a trembling voice, and grabbed the edge of the tray.
Darren nodded his little head. "Hm, it's okay. Give me the tray. Just get on with your job."
Naomi obeyed, then handed over the tray with the food carefully. Naomi leaned back before turning around, stepping onto the stairs.
Darren glanced at the food with a glance. Then directly stick a spare card that makes the door instantly open wide. A flat expression when stepping into Cleo's room, but his eyes sharpened.
"Eat, Cleo." Darren commands in a hissing voice.
Cleo flinched, not taking his eyes off the TV broadcast at all. The cartoon show presented in front of him seemed more interesting than having to respond to Darren's words.
"Eat or I will force you violently." Darren continued, then this time his patience thinned.
Darren's words containing the threat distracted Cleo a little. He looked at Darren out of the corner of his eye, his lips tightly shut, not wanting to speak.
"You refuse?" Darren immediately put the tray so roughly that it made a loud noise.
Cleo snorted irritably, "just put it there. I'm not hungry yet."
Darren's expression darkened, his jaw hardened.
"Enough Cleo! You've gone too far!" Darren shouted with fury.
Cleo lowered his legs on the fluffy rug, then moved his hands to throw the food.
"I don't want to eat!" Cleo didn't want to lose.
It's over. This time, a hot aura of rage flared up instantly from Darren. With a lightning movement, Darren stepped forward towards Cleo, bowing his back slightly, then grab Cleo's chin with his sturdy fingers.
"Watch your attitude. Just because you're my son doesn't mean I'm going to soften up to you. The food was produced by all my employees, working tirelessly day and night. How dare you throw it away without my permission." he hissed in a rough voice, then slightly tightened his grip.
Cleo's lips thinned, his eyes replying sharply, defiantly bravely, to Darren.
"Is that food also produced from your dirty business? How many lives have you taken to produce that food?"
Darren was stunned. His eyes widened in surprise. Unknowingly, his grip had loosened from Cleo's chin. Slowly, his back straightened while his gaze was still attached to Cleo. His own heart pounded uncontrollably, feeling extremely disturbed by Cleo's intimidating gaze. Even though Cleo didn't raise his tone at all but somehow Darren's heart suddenly thumped as if in fear.
"Tonight, dad. I want the answers tonight. My threat is still valid. I mean it. Aurora had to be my mother. She was very dear to me." Cleo said later after a long pause.