The Devil's Touch
#157
Unexpectedly, Maxime who was making the egg roll in the crowd of several teenage girls to adult women.
They know who Maxime is, they descend on Maxime to try the egg rolls made by the Yakuza leader. Though the taste is the same there is nothing special because all the ingredients have been prepared by Chef Juna and Chef Bara. It was not Maxime himself who prepared.
"Sir, I'd like to buy ..."
"Hey me first!!"
"Antri dong little girl!!"
A woman tries to steal Maxime's attention by playing with her hair, the woman is also seen wearing clothes lacking materials.
Ezar who stood behind Maxime looked at the woman from top to bottom with widened eyes saw the body of the woman and Ezar shook his head.
The woman spoke spoiled. "Mr. .. I'm going-Aaaargg!!"
All the women near Maxime moved away instantly when Maxime splashed hot oil using a spoon on them.
The woman rubbed her arm because of the hot oil splash, although only a little.
"Sir ih--aarrgghh!!" and again, the woman again shouted because in the hair from behind by Milan.
Milan stood next to Maxime staring at them all in annoyance as his hands crossed his chest. While Maxime pulled the tip of his lips smilingly looking at it while pouring the last egg from the container and then rolling it with a skewer that had been filled with sausage.
"Go!!" expel Milan.
"Hey I want to buy here" said the woman.
"Yes, we're going to buy it too."
"We've been in line since!"
"Maxime's not a roll egg seller you know that!" milan was upset.
"Yes but I-I"
"Come on baby ..." Maxime embraces Milan with a plate of rolled eggs and they leave the others.
Milan unceasingly put on a face does not like or stick out a soft tongue to all these women. Maxime just chuckled softly.
"Let's go get some egg rolls, right?"
"No, it's not!" sahut one of the girls who is still a teenager, the same age as Milan.
"Why?" ask Ezar.
"Your muscles are small, I like big muscles like those of Mr. Maxime!!" tell the girl.
The woman offered to the girl. "Still small already look at the physical man from the muscles!"
"You also love Mr. Maxime's body!" tell the little girl.
"I'm a grown woman, so it's natural. You still smell like you're picky!"
"Have it been, so buy no?" Ask Ezar.
"No!!" the women said in unison and then walked away leaving Ezar who just gaped inexhaustibly with the attitude of all the women.
Milan was eating cotton candy, on the table was a plate of chicken satay and egg rolls. And Maxime sat in front of Milan.
"Want to buy another one, baby?" ask Maxime.
Milan shook his head, his face was still upset with the woman who teased Maxime earlier.
"Why hm?" maxime asked as he picked up the egg roll on the plate and fed Milan.
The upset Milan kept eating the egg rolls it made Maxime smile. The man again kept his rolled egg on the plate and rubbed the lip of Milan's straw with sauce.
"I don't like you being teased like that!"
Maxime smiled obliquely. "You jealous hm?"
"I-i ..." Milan. Actually he did not want to show his jealousy for fear Maxime thought it was more.
Milan shakes. "No, I'm not jealous!"
Maxime clucked. "Lied!"
Maxime moved from his seat to sit next to Milan and wrapped his hands around her waist.
Maxime you whispered. "You are first and last ..."
Milan looked at Maxime with narrowed eyes full of intimidation. "I can't believe you don't have an ex."
"I don't have a baby" said Maxime.
"Have you ever been close to a girl before?" asked Milan who was answered by Maxime.
"From a long time ago I spent in a petshop and watched the company from afar. Not thinking of getting married, sometimes watching Miwa and Tessa so that their association is not excessive. That's all."
"But suddenly there was an aggressive cat that jumped into my life, so I locked him up so he couldn't leave again" Maxime continued, smiling at Milan's face.
Milan sighed with a forced smile because from earlier Maxime's hands continued to play around in the hoodie he was wearing, his hands were busy stroking Milan's waist.
"Maxime was silent" said Milan with a smile that was returned a seductive smile from Maxime.
"What dear?"
Milan brushed Maxime's hand from his waist but Maxime's hand wouldn't come out of his hoodie. That ended their hands brushed each other off in the hoodie.
And Milan's hand was silent when Maxime cursed the girl.
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