CUDDLES and kisses were suspended to let her boyfriend take a nap again upon finishing his meal.
Because she doesn’t have to do anything since Aeschylus was resting, she decided to wash her uniforms so she wouldn’t have to do it in the future now that she have free time.
Hussey reclined her back to the wall as she crossed her arms over her chest.
Her eyes were closed as she listened to the sounds that the washing machine was producing.
“Oh, what a miracle. You know how to do the laundry, huh?”
Her eyes opened when Emmanuelle manifested out of nowhere, her mother was inspecting what she was doing.
“Nah, I’m just washing my battle uniforms. Just in case I forget about it again.” Her shoulders shrugged.
“Since you’re already there . . .”
Emmanuelle left shortly that caused Hussey’s brows to snap. “Don’t tell me she’s . . .”
When her mother came back, the curtains were in her hands now. “Let them join your laundry.”
“Ha?” Hussey shot Emmanuelle a complaining look. “I’m only going to wash my suits, Nue!”
Due to her choice of words, Emmanuelle’s palms flew to her waist. “Who else would wash these? The neighbor? Don’t act like we have maids here.”
Emmanuelle tossed the curtains to her. “There.” She handed her downy as well. “Use that so it will be sweet-smelling.”
With a fallen face, she accepted the downy.
That kind of face didn’t get away from Emmanuelle. “Fix your face, it’s just a simple chore. Don’t get all sad when your mother gave you task.”
Because of that, Hussey smiled, a smile that have mockery and pain spread to her lips which Emmanuelle could only nod and get back to what she was doing earlier when she hadn’t interrupt her daughter.
When she was out of her view, Hussey then, stuck out her tongue and made face behind Emmanuelle’s back, murmuring some gibberish words every now and then.
She wiped away the invisible sweat on her forehead before giving her laundry the attention that it doesn’t deserve.
Pursing her lips, it’s already nearing afternoon when she saw her mother doing the dishes.
Aeschylus was still fast asleep; she doesn’t see any reason not to annoy her mother when she doesn’t have anything to do now.
Meanwhile, Emmanuelle was oblivious to what was in her daughter’s mind behind her back, Emmanuelle just shrugged it off and mind her own business.
Not until her scheming daughter added more dishes to the sink to watch her reaction.
Hussey snickered when she placed one clean plate to have her mother wash it again, Emmanuelle didn’t even notice.
Then she grabbed three washed plates and gave it to her one by one, Hussey dropped the second one, still not realizing what Hussey was doing.
The third one was the one Emmanuelle took notice, she followed Hussey’s hands that had the third plate in it. “W-Why, why?”
Her mother washed the clean plate again since it got some dirt from the previous plates she washed.
“They are dirty.” The audacity of her to point out the cleaned plates.
“No they’re not! I just washed these.” When Hussey was out of sight again, she continued washing the dishes.
Well, that’s what she thought because Hussey gave her mugs this time.
Emmanuelle placed her palm to the sturdy part of the sink and eyed the mugs she placed in there. “What the fuck, Hussey?”
“They’re dirty.” She pushed that left Emmanuelle look at her back when she carried the water bottles with the use of her arms.
“I just washed these!” Emmanuelle’s lips parted when it came falling to the sink. “You want me to wash all of these?!”
“Well, yeah, they’re dirty—”
“I’m gonna wash your head!” Emmanuelle gripped a handful of her curly hair and dipped it to the running water from the faucet.
“Ow! Nue!” Hussey struggled from her hold until her mother finally let her go with the water dripping from her head.
“I’m not gonna wash these!” Emmanuelle threw the sponge at her then wiped her hands to the apron she was wearing. “If you don’t have anything to do, go to the grocery and buy these.”
A piece of paper went to her face, after the impact, she caught the long paper before it can fall down the floor.
“That old man should buy the whole store instead!” Her jaw dropped at how long the paper could take her. “These are insane! I’m not doing these alone!”
“Do it or I’ll give your Lucky to Azne?” Gasp escaped from her after hearing that from Emmanuelle.
“No, you wouldn’t—”
“I would.” Emmanuelle trained her eyes on her.
Upon realizing she wasn’t joking around, she groaned.
Starting to do what she tasked her.
If that statement came true she wouldn’t get her dog back, knowing how selfish Alazne can be when it comes to dogs.
In the end, Hussey came rushing to the grocery. Not wanting her boyfriend miss her that much if ever he woke up founding out she wasn’t home.
“Great, now I’ll be wasting an hour just to buy all these things for that old man Azul.”
Her eyes darted to her side when she felt someone’s gaze on her.
She caught a stranger giving her a come-hither look, tracing her body with just his orbs.
This wasn’t the first time she experienced some shits like this—like, just simple walking and just minding her own business.
Some weird creepy dude following and staring at women never learned.
To keep him intimidated by her, she stared back. The type of stare that anyone would pee in their pants if they ever come across her.
By just her head turned to him but her body was straight to her direction, who wouldn’t be freak out by that?
But the guy must be tough because he didn’t budge, he thought she was interested in him because he looked at her like she was inviting him.
He doesn’t know how to fucking read a room, huh? Her first plan failed so she proceeded to do the second plan.
Since she’s feeling gutsy, Hussey growled at him.
In the process, Hussey smirked, he appreciated it by running away.
For the accomplishment, she gave her shoulder a tap for scaring him off successfully.
She returned her eyes to the long list that Astennu made. “Now, why would Azul include diapers in this list?”