dhibooks Chapter 44 Eva
Chapter 44 Eva
After my uncle and I didn't show up for church services or go to the dress shop to try on wedding dresses together, the others finally figured out that something was wrong.When the boss called, I was lying on the sofa and eating ice cream. The house was a mess, and there was no lawyer Mi to take care of me. I was too lazy to cook, so I let my belly eat snacks.
"Are you and Michelle fighting again?"
The spoon scooping up the ice cream paused, and I said coldly, "It's not as simple as arguing, I kicked him out."
The boss was shocked: "So serious? What did he do to make you so angry."
I licked the spoon and didn't answer. The boss also knew my temperament, so he took the initiative to ask: "Are you at home? I will go to find you now, and I will go out immediately, and I will arrive in about 40 minutes."
Even if he said don’t come, he definitely wouldn’t listen to my over-the-top request: “When you come, stop at the Cheesecake Factory and bring me some steak and fried chicken.”
The boss yelled from the opposite side: "Eating steak again? Why do you eat steak every day? You can forget it if you eat it to death."
I hung up the phone, slumped on the sofa and pretended to be dead. After driving my uncle away, I had no motivation to go to work. I applied for a home job and lay paralyzed in the living room all day.Except for going to the toilet and going to the refrigerator to get food, I didn't go to the ground at all the rest of the time.A collection of horror movies is playing in a loop on the LCD screen, and now it’s time to play a series of movies from the God of Death. A group of beautiful young teenagers and girls are killed by roller coasters, microwave ovens, elevators and kitchen knives in six to ten minutes. The picture is horrific and the effect is Outstanding, bloody, especially for dinner.
The boss has the key to my house, and when he opened the door, he saw such a scene: a pale man was wearing a quilt, holding a bowl of instant noodles and sucking silently. The living room was dark, only illuminated by the light on the TV screen. , It's more gloomy and gloomy, a dead boy is sticking his probe into the microwave oven to check. In an instant, the microwave exploded, and the dead boy's upper body was blown to pieces, and his brains shot out.
I turned to look at him with a mouthful of instant noodles in my mouth: "Hey, when did you come?" My mouth was full of hot sauce, and my mouth was full of blood.
"..."
The scene was so beautiful that the boss almost threw his daughter out with a trembling hand.He subconsciously covered his daughter's little head, and didn't dare to bring her in. He put her at the door first, and coaxed her in a low voice, "Daddy is going to kill demons and demons now, so please wait here obediently."
The little girl looked up at her father innocently, with a question mark on her face, "Huh?"
The boss strode into the room, turned on the light first, and yanked the sofa with his big hands. He hugged me down and threw me on my back. He got angry and yelled at him: "What are you doing? Hey, I noodles! I haven't finished eating yet!"
He tossed the bowl casually, and was about to get closer again: "What to eat, you have a bad stomach and can't eat such spicy food, is this something that people eat... Oh my god, you smell like this, you haven't showered for a few days gone."
"It's been a few days, I just finished washing"
"Shit, you're going to be moldy, take off your clothes and go take a shower!"
"Fuck, what are you doing? Don't do it, don't! Why are you taking my clothes off?"
"Can't you smell this smell on yourself? You smell it, haven't you showered for a few days? Is it disgusting?"
"I'm going to stink to death, take it away!"
"Nonsense, this is just pulled off your body, can you stop the smell, go take a shower! Immediately!"
"I'll wash it later... Hey, what are you doing... Don't drag me!,,, Hey, I don't want to, I want to take a bath... Damn the water in the sink is so cold! Turn on the heat!"
After 10 minutes, I huddled in the bathtub full of bubbles and continued to play dead. The boss walked in with his girl in his arms and carefully put the little girl into the bathtub.I was stunned: "No, what are you doing here? Why did you put her in?"
The boss waved his hand disapprovingly, "She just likes to play with water, and it happens to be washed now, so I can wash it for her at night, because my bathtub is broken."
As soon as the little girl entered the water, she thumped away, paddling with her small arms like lotus roots, her whole body was so soft that I didn't dare to use any force.I can only hold her with both hands and let her play carefully.
The boss sat by the bathtub and rubbed my hair. "What's the matter with you and Michelle? Want to talk?"
I briefly explained the matter to him, and I was in a calm mood at first, but in the end I became more and more angry, patting the water and yelling: "You judge, who is wrong between us? Anyway, I think I am not wrong at all. !"
"I just can't understand, I can give him whatever he wants, why just want a child!"
"I can't have children, not only physically, but in my life, I can't have children." When I said this, I also felt sad, and my voice became smaller and smaller.
The boss was smart, and immediately heard the meaning of my words, and asked softly, "Is it because of cancer?"
Nodding, he touched the head of the little girl in his arms subconsciously: "Actually, the doctor said it doesn't matter, but I have checked, and my people who have cancer have a latent period of recurrence even after they are cured. It is best within five to ten years. It’s better not to have children, the children born in this way may not develop normally.”
"If a child who is originally gay, if his body is disabled, what's the point of living for such a person? It's better not to be born at all."
The boss was silent when he heard me say this. He is also gay, and his child is not in good health. Only he knows how much hardship he has suffered and how difficult it is.
"I'm not such a great person. It's better to be born than not to be born. To let the child experience the dangers of the world. Shit, I know it will be bad. Why do you want to have a child and let him come out to suffer. How long does it take to live?" Hard work."
The boss asked: "If you don't want a child through surrogacy, have you considered adoption?"
I shook my head: "I don't like children. If it's not my own child, I can't promise to love him wholeheartedly. It's too unfair to those children."
"Maybe you'll change your mind after you have children. I didn't like children before, but since this little guy came, it feels good to find someone who needs my care." He finished rubbing my head , Wash your hands, and start to rub the baby, the movements are obviously much softer, the little Eva in my arms is very comfortable and comfortable being rubbed by my father, lying on my chest happily, enjoying it.
Looking at the boss, I smiled wryly and said, "I can't do it, I really can't do it, even if I can accept it, I don't want to adopt a child. Now everyone doesn't fully accept homosexuality, and most people are still disgusted. , How can I accept gay children. I don’t want my children to be bullied because of my sexuality in the future. Do you know how terrible school violence is? Many children commit suicide because of this kind of thing.”
The boss glared at me: "Then according to what you say, I don't have to worry to death. Why do you think so much? Take one step at a time."
I shrugged my head: "Adam, I'm not as strong as you."
The little baby in his arms was very happy to be served, and he opened his arms towards the boss to hug her. The boss smiled, wrapped her up in a big towel, put it on his knee and wiped it carefully.
He rubbed and said: "Asher, you underestimate yourself too much, you are very strong, but now you are spoiled by Michelle and forget how to be strong."
After soaking for more than an hour, I dried my hair and walked out of the bathroom comfortably.The living room has been cleaned by the owner and the carpet is vacuumed spotlessly.Seeing me coming out, he opened the plastic bag he brought, took out the lunch box inside, and put the food on the plate.
"Don't you want to eat steak? Come and eat it, it seems to be cold."
This is a rare serious meal for me in the past few days. I took one bite and realized that I was hungry for a long time. The steak tasted very good, and the cheesecake hadn’t been eaten for a long time. corpse.
I just ate cheese cake and steak with creamy white sauce. The whole body exudes a milky fragrance, which is very popular with babies.Little Eva crawled towards me with her head poking around, her little tongue stretched out and out, a stream of crystal saliva flowed from the corner of her mouth, and her little hand grabbed my arm, ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.
I asked the boss: "What's wrong with your girl? Translate for me quickly."
The boss smiled: "She thinks you have delicious food there. If she's hungry, just let her smell it."
The little girl blinked her big bright eyes and looked at me expectantly. She sniffed left and right with her little nose, searching for the source of the scent just like a little milk cat.I can't blame this child for being greedy. She is more than one year old now, and dolls of her age can already start to eat complementary food. Little Eva can only drink breast milk and milk powder.Once the captain watched his daughter watch others eat ice cream and biscuits, drooling greedily, feeling distressed to death, and secretly fed her some chocolate milk, but the baby started to have diarrhea that night, developed a high fever, and was sent to the emergency department room and stayed in the hospital for two days before being allowed to go home.
That night the boss was crying and beating the captain, and the unreliable father who was beaten up went to the hospital with his daughter that night.Since then, the two have never dared to give her anything other than milk powder.I was teasing her while eating snacks, when I didn't notice, the little girl immediately seized the opportunity and quickly grabbed a small corner of the cake, holding it firmly in her palm and not letting go.I found out, I held her small fist carefully, and coaxed softly: "Hey, you can't eat this, it's dirty, you can't eat it"
The little girl puffed her cheeks, her mouth was flattened, and her big round eyes were covered with mist: "Bai Tuo Ni~~~" (please)
I was a little bit embarrassed: "This... really can't be eaten, your hands haven't been washed yet, they are dirty, you have diarrhea after taking medicine."
She is still blinking her big eyes to show her cuteness: "Bai Tuo Ni~~~QAQ"
"..."
I was infected by my uncle and became particularly vulnerable to cute things. Seeing that she was about to cry, my heart softened. I turned around and asked the boss: "Eat a little, it should be fine."
The boss came over when he heard the sound, and when he saw this posture, his face changed completely, and he shook his head with a serious face: "Because she drank half a cup of chocolate milk, which was still organic, she also had a stomach infection. I've been on an IV for two days. I can't eat, I can't eat anything!"
When the little girl saw her father shaking her head, Baozi's face immediately sank, and she yelled angrily, "Ah! No! No! Papa! No!"
The boss raised his eyes and glared at her angrily: "If I say you can't eat it, you can't eat it. How dare you put it in your mouth and try it!"
Little Eva was beaten up by her father, she flattened her mouth aggrieved, clenched her fists even more sadly, shedding small tears silently, her appearance was very painful.I felt distressed when I saw it, but the boss was ruthless and told me: "You hold her arm for a while, and I will get the cake out. Don't let go."
I carefully pressed her arm and saw that my hands were bound. The little girl looked at me in shock, tears streaming down her face, and begged pitifully: "No, no! Baituoni! No!"
The boss ignored her daughter's cries, and carefully opened her little meaty fingers one by one, and wiped her little fleshy hands. Did not eat.As soon as the cake was taken away, the little girl immediately opened her mouth and started crying. The boss took her from my arms, hugged her in his arms and coaxed her softly. The little paw slapped Dad's face, and a small red mark soon appeared on the boss' cheek.
He wasn't angry, but still coaxed patiently: "Don't cry, good boy, don't cry, let me make milk for you, okay?"
The little doll choked and shouted: "No! No! Milk no!"
"Okay, okay, good boy, let's drink milk, I'll make it for you in your favorite pink bottle."
Seeing him coaxing so hard, I couldn't help sighing: "It's hard to raise a child."
He smiled helplessly: "Isn't it? Now I don't have to go on a diet and exercise at all. I follow her buttocks every day, and I can lose seven or eight catties in a month."
"How tiring"
"Yeah, I'm exhausted"
The boss stayed until almost five o'clock in the evening, and it was time to leave. Before leaving, little Eva was angry with the boss because of the cake, and turned her back to him, ignoring him.She didn't get up when the boss went up to hug her, and she didn't let go of the coffee table, desperately wanting to leave with him.He was at a loss, so he leaned over and whispered to me, I'll leave her with you for a few minutes, and I'll come back to get it later.
After speaking, he picked up the bag and left without a trace of nostalgia.Hearing the sound of closing the door, the little girl turned her head nervously, supported her small body and raised her head to look for her father. She didn't see her acquaintance for a long time, she frowned blankly, and turned to look at me in doubt, "Ah... Papa?... "
I walked over and hugged her: "Your father is gone..."
"Ah?"
"Your father is gone..."
The little girl panicked, and yelled at the top of her voice: "Ah! Papa, papa, papa", her voice was as helpless as a little animal that had been lost with its mother.
"It's okay, your father will be back later, don't bark," I picked up a piece of cake to tempt her, "It happens that your father is away, do you want some cake? I can secretly let you eat some"
Little Eva didn't even look at the cake, she still called her father, turned around to look for the familiar figure, "papa, papa... woo... waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa whoa?" When the cake was taken away before, I really cried heart-rendingly and felt sad from the bottom of my heart.
She cried for less than a minute, the boss opened the door and came in, and opened his hand to her with a smile: "Papa is here."
The little baby who was angry with the boss just a second ago stopped crying immediately, and stretched his small arms at him aggrieved, for fear that his father would leave again: "papa, papa, papa" kept yelling and acting like a baby.
Maybe this is family affection. Even if there is no blood relationship, there is an irreplaceable bond between the two. This kind of affection cannot be replaced by anything or anyone.
In some cases, the boss is really more suitable to be a father than me and my uncle.