The Devil's Touch
#112
Two hours later they slept, about five in the morning Maxime woke up. At first he just wanted to pee, but because he felt it was morning he decided to leave the room to make breakfast for Milan and others later.
As he was about to descend the stairs his eyes were fixed to Tessa's room. Maxime turned around and walked into the woman's room.
He knocked on the door slowly, thinking it was possible that Tessa had not woken up this morning. But the woman opened the door to her room. Tessa widens her eyes when she sees Maxime standing in front of the room.
"Sir ..."
Maxime smile. "Can I talk?" ask her.
Tessa nodded and the two of them entered the room. Maxime sat on the sofa, he saw a canvas by the window and some of his other painting tools. His canvas is covered in white cloth.
Out of curiosity Maxime moved from his seat. "You're painting his look."
Seeing Maxime walking closer to his canvas, Tessa ran and drove her sister from the front. "Ja-don't look at me."
"Why?" Maxime raised one eyebrow. "It's often you keep your paintings a secret."
"Wouldn't look ..." Maxime was about to walk again but his field chest was pushed back by Tessa.
"Oh brother .. I said don't look!"
Maxime smile. "Okay .. okay ..."
Maxime took a few steps back but a second later he was about to run up to the canvas. Fortunately, Tessa pushed Maxime's body even faster.
"I told you not to!" Tessa stomped her legs irritated.
Maxime chuckled softly. "Well, won't look."
The man sat back on the sofa with Tessa sitting next to him.
"What do you want to talk about?"
"Are you okay hm?" Maxime asked, stroking Tessa's head. Maxime and Arsen do this to Miwa and Tessa
The two men become the confessions of Tessa and Miwa.
Tessa nodded faintly. "I'm fine, brother."
"But why do you like to stay in your room? meals should be in the room, rarely going out these days. What's up?"
"I-I'm .. I'm just being lazy out, brother, looking for inspiration to paint, so I need some alone time."
"Find inspiration usually with a walk" said Maxime.
"Eummm .. I, I'm lazy to walk too hehe ..."
Maxime sighed. "If you're really all right, come out for breakfast later?"
Tessa nodded. "Yes, brother."
*
At nine in the morning they were all supposed to have breakfast together, it was too late for their breakfast. But that was also because Maxime had to cook by himself.
Ara who usually prepares breakfast, this morning is still sleeping. Maybe because Ara was exhausted from last night's show.
And the others are still not awake all make Maxime have to knock on their room door one by one.
"Wake up ..." Maxime closed the door and walked over to Milan.
Milan who had been sitting relaxed by lifting both feet to the sofa, spontaneously lowered his legs hearing Maxime's voice.
"Wake up at what time?" ask Milan.
"Fifth hour" said Maxime. "I've made breakfast, want to eat now?"
"Eumm in a moment" said Milan. Maxime nodded and watched the spongebob cartoon on tv.
"I don't think tomboy girls like you like cartoons."
"This is my favorite cartoon from childhood tau," said Milan.
Maxime chuckled softly and then embraced the girl, Milan's head was now leaning against Maxime's chest.
"W-I can ask you something?" milan was doubtful.
"What?"
Milan looked up at Maxime. "About the old woman ..."
"Zivania?" ask Maxime.
Milan nodded.
"That killed Jack, not me baby. That day I just drove my mother to see Zivania die. Mom was excited to see it. Weird right? but Mom's upset that Zivania keeps bothering our family."
"Why did your mother look up to the woman's death?" ask Milan back.
"You don't know my father's story?"
Milan shook his head, he knew the Yakuza but from a long time ago he was not curious about the love story of his leader.
Maxime breathed a moment. "He's my dear ex-Daddy ... I also forgot that he's my ex-Daddy."
"really?" Milan's eyes widened in disbelief.
"But why is it that Jack's only now trying to disrupt your family?" ask Milan.
"Because maybe he's aware, it's not easy to bother us. If he wants to use his mother's way of putting poison into food, it won't work either. I do not eat any food, if anyone else gives me food, which I receive only from Arsen, Tessa or Aunty Ara. The rest I don't know, I'm definitely refusing."
"But when we were living in a petshop, you used to buy bakpaos from traveling merchants or buy bread."
Maxime chuckles. "You believe they're real traders, honey? they're my men, they're just pretending to be traveling salesmen. The bakpaos we ordered and the bread we ate often were all made in my father's mansion. There are Chef Bara and Chef Juna who have worked for decades with our family. And the supermarket where we buy groceries is also mine, all the food that comes in must be checked first."
"Every day they send me food in disguise as a merchant. You remember, all the merchants who passed the petshop must look old, right."
Milan nodded, once he was also confused why so many middle-aged traders who passed to petshop.
Maxime nudged the youngster into Milan's ear before continuing his story.
"They are Yakuza men who have worked for decades. They were the ones that my father and I trusted the most. His job is just delivering food."
"Let's tell you more, we better have breakfast first." Maxime kissed Milan's cheek and pulled the girl's hand out of the room.
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