Chapter 31. Getting Closer

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Marchel helps Cynthia in preparing dinner.

Cynthia is of course happy about it, this is the first time for Cynthia, more precisely the first time cooking with Marchel.

"After this what should I do?" asked Marchel, looking at Cynthia in confusion.

Cynthia looked at Marchel with a crooked smile. "Have you added the seasoning?"

Marchel nodded in response because the man had felt that he was adding spices to his cooking, but Cynthia stared at Marchel in disbelief.

Marchel noticed Cynthia's doubtful gaze, a little annoyed of course. How could Cynthia not believe it?

"You don't believe I put the seasoning you gave?" asked Marchel who tried to make sure Cynthia's gaze was on her.

"No, why do you think like that?" asked Cynthia with a chuckle.

Marchel pursed her lips in annoyance which made Cynthia exasperated with the man's character. After getting to know Marchel more deeply, it turns out that the man is not as bad as Cynthia thought, even though Cynthia knows that Marchel's job is a pimp.

Cynthia also understands this, Marchel could have done the job because she had to, right? Because of that, Cynthia was a little uncomfortable when Lisa asked what Marchel's job was.

Fortunately, Marchel also did not intend to answer Lisa's question. He doesn't know what will happen if Lisa finds out.

"Your gaze looks like you don't believe me," Marchel replied. The man's hands kept stirring the vegetables in front of him.

Cynthia shook her head slightly seeing Marchel's behavior. "Marchel, let me try." Cynthia took over the ladle in Marchel's hand.

The woman then put in the spices that were lacking. This made Marchel wonder.

"What are you doing? I already gave the seasoning before, do you not believe it? What if the taste gets terrible?” asked Marchel innocently.

“What's so terrible? It feels like something is missing, yes, it's true that you added seasoning." Marchel nodded briefly in response.

"Who is she? Why don't you come home soon? Don't you know it's already night?” asked Marchel suddenly.

Cynthia looked back at Marchel, this time Cynthia's expression was expressionless. Cynthia didn't know anything about Lisa's intention and come to the house either.

The woman also only said to bring souvenirs for her child, but where did she go back then?

Cynthia also didn't want to discuss this matter, she was also happy and wanted to open the door wide when Lisa wanted to visit.

Isn't Cynthia a good woman but why does it seem as if the universe is judging Cynthia's life and slaughtering her blindly through unrelenting problems?

But with Marchel's arrival, Cynthia hopes to change her life to be happy.

Cynthia wants to try to love Marchel for who she is, moreover, Marchel is the biological father of her children.

Marchel's nature is also very good towards his son. Doesn't that mean Marchel has accepted her child?

"She's Lisa. Where is she going? I haven't seen her since saying goodbye to meet Calix and Cleo in the room?” Cyntia asked, confused.

"I told her to look after them," Marchel answered lightly.

Cynthia widened her eyes unable to believe what she was hearing. Did Cynthia hear right? How could that woman want that?

"Then how did she respond?" asked Cynthia curiously.

"She just wants to. Never mind, we have to finish this dish and then eat together." Cynthia agreed to Marchel's words even though the woman was still confused with Lisa.

Just coming here is confusing, what's more when she wants to take care of her child.

It didn't take long before Cynthia's cooking was finished, at that moment Caecilia approached Marchel and Cynthia with tears flowing.

Of course, as parents, they are very surprised to see their child in tears. Marchel immediately approached her daughter and asked what happened.

"What? What are you doing, Caecilia?” asked Marchel worriedly.

“Caecilia!”

Suddenly Lisa's voice instructed them, Marchel and Cynthia's eyes immediately looked at Lisa in confusion.

Did Lisa cause Caecilia to cry?

"Ah, I'm sorry, Caecilia, I accidentally broke your doll's hand," said Lisa with a guilty face.

"No, you did it on purpose, I saw it you broke it on purpose!" Caecilia screamed a little louder.

“Caecilia, maybe Lisa did it on purpose. Don't be like that, OK? Come on, apologize to Lisa!” said Cynthia.

Just then Calix and Cleo came and looked at Lisa with unreadable eyes. Marchel who saw this was indeed a little confused about what else he didn't know about the ins and outs of the family and Cynthia's problem with this woman named Lisa.

"Just ask brother if you don't believe me!" Caecilia shrieked loudly.

"Calix, Cleo, what's the matter?" asked Cynthia

“Is it ripe, Mom? I'm hungry,” Calix replied while walking towards Cynthia.

It seems that her daughter doesn't want to answer her questions, now Cynthia's hope is on Cleo. Cynthia looked at Cleo with a look as if demanding an answer.

"I don't know, mom. I don't know whether she is alone or not," Cleo answered.

Marchel sighed tiredly, he didn't want to prolong a small problem like this. If his son wants he can buy more than ten. Why all the fuss?

"Okay, tomorrow I'll just buy a new one, okay?" Marchel offered.

"Right, Dad?" Marchel nodded. Caecilia passionately hugged Marchel tightly.

After that little dispute, they finally enjoyed dinner together.

Since earlier, Lisa also hasn't bothered to talk to Marchel, while Marchel only replied to Lisa's words, if necessary, the man just replied.

Marchel also realized that Lisa wasn't talking to Cynthia or her niece at all, she was only focused on Marchel and talking about random things.

After finishing dinner, Lisa also didn't go straight home until it was nine o'clock in the evening.

Isn't it too late? Then what was that woman looking for so late like this?

The children were also asleep because it was almost late at night, this time it was Marchel who accompanied them to bed.

When the children had all fallen asleep, Marchel returned to the living room to see Cynthia and Lisa.

“Finally you came too, Marchel. I'm going home because it's late. Can you take me? I'm a little scared.” Cynthia glanced at Marchel, waiting for the man's answer.

"Looks like it's not too late. You can go home alone, right? I can't leave Cynthia and my child alone at home," Marchel replied. Involuntarily Cynthia who heard that smiled faintly.

Marchel's character isn't very sweet, right? If it's like this, maybe Cynthia will soon fall in love with Marchel shortly.

While Lisa stared in disbelief at what she had just heard. Wasn't that woman getting rejected by Marchel?

Feeling embarrassed, Lisa immediately said goodbye to going home. After Lisa came home, Cynthia closed the main door again and locked it.

Cynthia walked towards the mini Marchel who had been sitting on the couch, Cynthia sat herself beside Marchel.

'Are the girls asleep yet?' asked Cynthia.

"Okay, do you want to rest now?" Cynthia shook her head.

"No, I also want to go to the kitchen later to store the food earlier," Cynthia replied.

"Cynthia, I have to go back to work tomorrow." Cynthia stared in surprise at Marchel. Did that woman hear right?

Work? It seemed Cynthia didn't want to discuss Marchel's work. How could she be in the same house as the man who sold himself?

What's worse, Cynthia and her child will use the money later? Cynthia really couldn't stop thinking like that.

Cynthia's face showed a very disapproving face. Who wants their life partner to sell themselves to someone else?

"Can't you just stop working?" asked Cynthia suddenly.

Marchel was very surprised by what Cynthia said, the man was silent for a few minutes. Only the ticking of the clock fills the silence in the living room.

"What am I talking about, how can I stop working?" asked Marchel in disbelief.

“I just don't want you working as a pimp. You can find another job, right? talk it doesn't matter how little or how much money you get. But can you stop being a pimp?” Cynthia said, staring intently at the Netra of the man in front of her.

Akh, apparently Cynthia still thinks that Marchel is working as a pimp, Marchel tries to explain but he is cut off by her first words. "But I m-"

"You already have children, how do people respond to our children even if you work as a pimp? Can you not leave that job and find another one?” Marchel chuckled at Cyntya's words. Meanwhile, Cynthia was annoyed because it seemed that Marchel didn't want to listen to her advice.

Isn't the advice he gave very good? What if later the status of their children is in question, isn't the world cruel?

Cynthia looked annoyed at Marchel when he couldn't stop laughing. "You are! Is there something wrong with what I said?”

"No, there's nothing wrong. But I want to be honest with you, Cynthia.”

"Honest? What?"

"I'm not a pimp," Marchel replied seriously.

"Is it true? Don't brag, Marchel. I already know, you don't need to cover it up like that!” said Cynthia.

"I'm being honest with you. Didn't I say that I was a pimp? Isn't that your own opinion, Cynthia?” Cynthia was silent thinking about Marchel's words.

“Hey! You did admit it if you forgot. You even said there was a discount!” Cynthia replied, annoyed. Annoyed by Marchel's behavior, was Marchel going to brag to him?

Marchel scratched the nape of his neck which suddenly felt itchy. "You said it first then, so I just followed the game."

"Then what do you do?" asked Cynthia at last.

"I'm CEO." Cynthia was quiet for a moment then chuckled a little. Of course, the woman did not believe what Marchel said.

Would Marchel want to lie to him? What was? a CEO? Seriously!

"Come on, Marchel. Don't play me."