Deb walked down the stairs, while toweling her hair. When she entered the living room, she found Mrs. Weston still sitting on the couch.
“Oh, you’re still here” Deb noted sheepish.
“Is that a problem?” Mrs. Weston asked haughty.
“No” Deb replied quietly. “Where’s Mike?”
“He left” There was something malicious about the way Mrs. Weston berkata it, and the corners of her mouth moved slightly upward.
Deb unwrapped the towel off her hair and started to dry her hair, mainly to have her hands occupied.
“And I told Richard to take a walk” Mrs. Weston continued as she kept her gaze fixated on Deb. “I wanted some time alone with my son’s…girlfriend, to talk” She patted the spot selanjutnya to her, indicating Deb had to come and sit.
Deb glared away, toward the kitchen. “It’s getting late, actually” she tried to get out of the conversation. “I have to take care of lunch”
“Oh, nonsense. There’s plenty of time for that later” Mrs. Weston replied dismissively.
Deb slumped her shoulders and shuffled to the couch. She sunk down, but did her best not to look at Mrs. Weston. Instead, she decided it would be a useful time allocation to membungkus, bungkus a strand of hair around her finger.
“I hope anda will forgive my directness, but I’m a mother, so I have to know. Maybe, one hari anda will be so lucky to be a mother, and then anda will understand” Mrs. Weston started mysteriously, and Deb realized Mike hadn’t told her about her condition. “Exactly, what is going on between anda and my son? He calls anda his girlfriend, but I can hardly believe that’s the case”
Deb exhaled loudly, and finally faced Mrs. Weston. “I’m sorry to ruin whatever fairytale fantasi anda had in mind for your son, but I really am his girlfriend”
Mrs. Weston tensed and her face went bleak. “Do anda believe you’re good for him?”
“What?” Deb staggered.
“Why do anda need someone to keep an eye on you?” Mrs. Weston elaborated. “I can only imagine anda have a dubious character, and my son doesn’t trust anda completely. It’s also the reason why I offered to stay here, while sweet Maxine took a break from babysitting you”
Deb shook her head. “I’m not doing this” she mumbled and she got up. Mrs. Weston stood up as well and she grabbed Deb’s arm.
“Listen to me, lady” she grunted as she buried her nails in Deb’s arm. “I don’t care whatever sob story anda told Mike, I will not allow anda to drag him down with you”
“Oh, you’re still here” Deb noted sheepish.
“Is that a problem?” Mrs. Weston asked haughty.
“No” Deb replied quietly. “Where’s Mike?”
“He left” There was something malicious about the way Mrs. Weston berkata it, and the corners of her mouth moved slightly upward.
Deb unwrapped the towel off her hair and started to dry her hair, mainly to have her hands occupied.
“And I told Richard to take a walk” Mrs. Weston continued as she kept her gaze fixated on Deb. “I wanted some time alone with my son’s…girlfriend, to talk” She patted the spot selanjutnya to her, indicating Deb had to come and sit.
Deb glared away, toward the kitchen. “It’s getting late, actually” she tried to get out of the conversation. “I have to take care of lunch”
“Oh, nonsense. There’s plenty of time for that later” Mrs. Weston replied dismissively.
Deb slumped her shoulders and shuffled to the couch. She sunk down, but did her best not to look at Mrs. Weston. Instead, she decided it would be a useful time allocation to membungkus, bungkus a strand of hair around her finger.
“I hope anda will forgive my directness, but I’m a mother, so I have to know. Maybe, one hari anda will be so lucky to be a mother, and then anda will understand” Mrs. Weston started mysteriously, and Deb realized Mike hadn’t told her about her condition. “Exactly, what is going on between anda and my son? He calls anda his girlfriend, but I can hardly believe that’s the case”
Deb exhaled loudly, and finally faced Mrs. Weston. “I’m sorry to ruin whatever fairytale fantasi anda had in mind for your son, but I really am his girlfriend”
Mrs. Weston tensed and her face went bleak. “Do anda believe you’re good for him?”
“What?” Deb staggered.
“Why do anda need someone to keep an eye on you?” Mrs. Weston elaborated. “I can only imagine anda have a dubious character, and my son doesn’t trust anda completely. It’s also the reason why I offered to stay here, while sweet Maxine took a break from babysitting you”
Deb shook her head. “I’m not doing this” she mumbled and she got up. Mrs. Weston stood up as well and she grabbed Deb’s arm.
“Listen to me, lady” she grunted as she buried her nails in Deb’s arm. “I don’t care whatever sob story anda told Mike, I will not allow anda to drag him down with you”