I love you till the end, Mr. Buenavista

Zachary hurried upstairs to the main bedroom, concerned that Samarra had overheard their conversation with his visitor. As soon as he stepped inside, he rolled his eyes and frowned as if he couldn’t see Samarra.

He went straight to the walk-in closet, but she was nowhere to be found. He took a deep breath and then knocked on the bathroom door.

“Ara, are you there?”

Zachary grabbed the doorknob and was about to turn it when the door suddenly opened.

“Oh, fuck!”

As Samarra emerged from the bathroom, he quickly hugged her. He expected Samarra to abandon him.

“What’s the problem?”

Zachary was taken aback by his gesture and looked at Samarra’s gentle face, which was astonished.

“Didn’t you come down?”

Despite her confusion, Samarra answered Zachary’s question.

“You even told me not to leave the room. Why? What’s going on?”

Zachary quickly shook his head and took Samarra’s hand in his. He led her straight to their bed.

“Sit here.”

He even grabbed Samarra’s shoulder and forced her to sit on the bed; he looked at her intently and knelt to force them to look at each other.

“Whatever you know or hear from others. I was hoping you’d tell me, and I hope you believe me.”

Samarra smiled and shook her head.

“Please take a seat.”

He even grabbed Samarra’s shoulder and forced her to sit on the bed, staring at her intently and kneeling to force them to look at each other.

“Whatever you have learned or heard from others. I hoped you’d tell me, and I hope you believe me.”

Samarra shook her head and smiled.

“Really? Just in case, to whom am I talking? Look, I’m a busy person. Do you think I still have time to talk and listen to stories?”

“Just do what I say, hmm.”

Samarra took a deep breath and nodded to Zachary, knowing that arguing over trivial matters was pointless. She was even surprised when he hugged her.

“Wait, who’s the man at the gate?”

Zachary stepped back slightly as he hugged Samarra and stared at her. He wasn’t sure whether to say it, but the first one still won, so he was forced to reveal who it was.

“Son of…? Oh well, follow me downstairs.”

“OK, fine.”

“Get dressed before you leave the house. Wear long shorts and a long t-shirt, Ara.”

“Tsk. Yes. Come on out, and I’ll be right next to you.”

Zachary had no choice but to follow Samarra because she had openly pushed him out of the room.

Samarra took a deep breath and stood up to go to the walk-in closet and get dressed when Zachary left the room.

Samarra finished getting dressed and didn’t bother combing her hair before curling it up and leaving the room.

The visitor’s first greeting to Samarra was “Hi!” She nodded and sat somewhere away from the visitor.

“Zachary fixed the broken vase,”

“Vase? Shattered?”

“Yeah.”

Samarra nodded, took a pizza box, and handed it to the guest, who accepted it immediately.

“Are you the son of Mr. Escaler?” She inquired as he nodded and bit into his pizza.

Samarra lost track of the question when Zachary appeared and sat next to her.

“I’d like you to meet my friend Vince, Ara.”

“Hello there, Travis. It’s a pleasure to see you again, and I thank you once more. Take your jacket with you later.”

Vince nodded and continued to eat pizza.

Samarra listened quietly as the two men talked, learning they were both young and had five more friends. One is in the hospital and remains unconscious to this day.

“Uncle Jay said that it looks like Ivo should be able to wake up for a long time,” Travis said.

“Would you like to come with me to meet the rest of my friends tomorrow?”

Samarra looked up because Zachary had never asked her to go with him. She did nothing but nod and took a sip of water.

“Let’s go to the grocery store after we get to the hospital.”

Samarra didn’t know what to say, so she just nodded again and took a bite of the pizza she was holding.

Zachary worries about Samarra because she didn’t say a word until Travis left.

“What’s up? Are you OK?”

Samarra quickly looked up, forced a smile, and nodded at Zachary.

“Yeah, I’m OK.”

“What’s on your mind?”

“About our uniform?” What Samarra said made Zachary frown.

“Uniform?”

“Indeed, uniform. I believe the person who washed us did not come yesterday and has not yet washed it. Who else will then do the ironing?” Zachary was stunned by Samarra’s astonished gaze. Because Zachary was aware that he would be the one to do so, he did not enjoy the way their conversation went.

“So?”

“You know what I mean. Do we need to do laundry or iron our clothes?”

Samarra even smiled at him before grabbing his arm. That’s it. He’s aware. That’s it. He’ll do the laundry again.

“Hey, you also wear a uniform, right?”

“Hmm,”

“Will we both do the laundry, I do the laundry while you iron, or will we work together?”

Samarra was extremely upset and closely examined Zachary’s face to see if he was joking with her, but there was no trace of a smile on his face.

“Seriously?”

Zachary nodded and repressed a smile as he observed Samarra’s expression of disbelief at what he was saying.

“Yes,”

“Why me? You’re the one who told your parents that we didn’t need-” Zachary put his index finger in Samarra’s mouth because he anticipated what she would say. He was the one who refused to hire a maid, so he was the one who had to do the housework.

“No, but let’s go anyway.”

Samarra could only watch Zachary as he drew his hand straight above their room.

When they walked in, Zachary immediately took their uniforms and underwear so they could do the laundry.

“She always wears underwear like this.”

Samarra frowned as if Zachary had guessed, and he lifted the underwear he was holding in the air. He noticed Samarra blushing and rolling her eyes as she looked at him.C0ntent © 2024 (N/ô)velDrama.Org.

“Please give it to me.”

Samarra took a step closer to Zachary, who laughed as he lifted her underwear and waved it as if it were a flag to be flown.

“Zachary Cadden, don’t wait for me when I’m mad; you know what I’m capable of?”

Zachary’s laughter faded as he noticed Samarra’s severe expression and impatient outstretched hand. He sighed and handed it over to Samarra.

Samarra smiled.

“Oh, you’ll give it to me so quickly. Did I assume I still had to beg? You understand what I mean.”

Zachary shook his head, recalling how something almost happened to them when they first met. He wasn’t in himself when he touched her cheek as if he remembered the pain of Samarra’s slap.

When Samarra noticed Zachary was stunned, she muttered, “Cadden.”

“Yes,”

“What exactly do you mean, yes? Pick the laundry so that we can do it and iron it. What time is it now?”

Zachary did nothing but shake his head. He sensed what was happening to them, and Samarra always commanded him.

Househusband, he said, continuing to choose dirt clothes for them to put in the laundry. Zachary is also happy with what is happening because it is his first-time doing laundry.

Zachary immediately put the clothes and uniform in the laundry basket and lifted them to the laundry area after she made her decision.

“Can you hold that one, Ara?” Zachary indicated a basket containing Samarra’s underwear.

“Tsk, I knew it.”

When Zachary heard Samarra whispering, he immediately turned around. He sighed and looked up at the ceiling.

Zachary took Samarra’s basket. He placed it in the basket he was about to take.

“You’re the first to go down. I’ll be the one to do the lifting. Start the washing machine.”

Zachary lifted the basket quietly. It’s not heavy, to be honest, but since Samarra and he is both doing the laundry, he wants them both to do the lifting. He thought it would be nice if Samarra remembered that the first thing they did together did the laundry, from the lifting to the laundry. It can even tell their future child’s stories.

Son?

As he descended the stairwell, Zachary couldn’t help but smile.