Lips Services
Lips Service ● Chapter 55 ●

The sun slowly rose from the eastern side, shining on the hemisphere that had been shrouded in darkness overnight. His bright light managed to barge in, breaking through the thin curtain that was in the central space. But unfortunately, the bright light did not manage to wake up a man who accidentally fell asleep on the sofa.

Until suddenly, without a blink, the man in white shirt opened his eyes and immediately rose from his sleep. The two eyes that looked open were immediately scrabbling, paying attention around.

When he began to realize that the sun had risen high enough, then he rushed to wake up. Like a child, he ran to find his mother. Zehra, who was enjoying a snack in the kitchen at the time and saw her brother running, felt uncomfortable.

“Stop running, Brother! I've been gone since this morning!”

Zehra's words sounded quite clear and instantly made the Elder stop his footsteps. The man turned towards Zehra to confirm what he had just heard.

“What! Mom out?”

Rubby who just brewed Cay said, “True. Madam out since morning with Mr. Zavier and Beyza.”

The elder had already opened his mouth, about to ask about Beyza's whereabouts. But only had not had a word out, Rubby first replied.

“Beyza also tagged.”

I don't know what made Rubby able to easily guess the contents of the young master's head. Perhaps it was because the maids working in the Elder residence gave word, if the young master had the chance to rampage at home.

“Who asked about him? I just want to know, where mom and Zavier went,” elak Elder admitted if he had wanted to ask about the whereabouts of Beyza.

Rubby who knew the nature of the Elder only let out a long sigh while smiling faintly. He decided to leave after thrusting a glass of Cay at the young master. While Zehra just put his shoulders together while sipping warm cay.

The agreement to not tell the Elder like it had just formed out of the blue. And it definitely made Elder even more upset, but unfortunately, he could do nothing to his little sister.

“Already, forget!”

The man eventually gave up and chose to go to the office without breakfast or even change clothes first. Yes, it was because he preferred to have the assistant pick up clothes at home.

Moved to the area with the nickname Golden Horn which is on the west coast of the Bosphorus strait, Istanbul. One of the big districts in the capital, what else if not Levent. District with luxury skyscrapers. Including one of the buildings that Aishe was visiting along with Beyza.

A tall man, with a white coat attached to cover his black shirt, was seen walking over to Aishe. The young man who was 2 years younger than the Elder, was seen smiling kindly as he approached them.

“You've come, Big Mistress,” greet the man.

Aishe smiled faintly, then patted the man's shoulder while saying, “Stop calling me big mistress.”

“Then, do I have to call you ... Mother?” whispered.

“Enough, don't flirt anymore! Quickly take me to your room!” pinta Aishe while patting the man's back.

East Asian man with white skin and slightly narrowed eyes. Apparently managed to make Beyza who was quietly observing behind Aishe, stunned for a moment. Especially when he saw the man smiling.

Who her?

Why does she want to call the big lady ‘Mother’?

Curiosity shackles Beyza's mind, but she doesn't have the courage to ask Aishe. Indeed, who am I? Such was the sentence that was emblazoned when he wanted to ask Aishe that. Hence, he only watched the two chatting while laughing crisply.

“Make me a glass of hot Latte,” pinta Aishe talk to a female assistant who opens the door of the room.

“No! Just make the tea on the left shelf, the second row,” said the man, holding the assistant obey Aishe's request.

“Coffee has a lot of caffeine, not good for the skin. I brought tea that can make youth,” he continued staring at Aishe. “You will definitely like it.”

Hearing that, Aishe felt a little tingled. Not because of the form of attention, but the reason for him to want to replace coffee with tea ageless

“When was the last time we met? You're getting smarter cheating!” aishe said while sitting on the sofa. Then let Beyza sit next to him.

“I don't cheat. Really!” he raised two fingers.

Aishe immediately smiled, then grunted annoyed at the response. Moreover, it was also because it had no reason to continue cornered the man. Whereas before, Aishe could always corner him so as not to wrench anymore.

The man himself turned out to be quite sensitive. He instantly changed the subject when he realized Aishe's expression could not corner him anymore.

“Alright, let's get back to the topic,” said the man sounded a little firm. “What can I help you with?”

One question that is directly on target. Obviously Aishe said nothing when contacting him yesterday, and just stopped by to visit. But who would have thought, the man guessed it well.

Aishe's smile burst into profit for a moment. Of course because he did not expect, if the young man sitting in front of him, apparently quite sensitive.

“Name Beyza. I want you to train him!” aishe replied without further ado while introducing Beyza.

Trained me?

The two stared at each other. Wonderful, certainly. In their hearts there were many questions about Aishe's words. It was even clearly visible on the faces of the two.

...~TBC~...