50. PART 50

"You see my current state Hem? You don't have to pretend to ask how I'm doing. Just look at my injured face like this. It looks ugly and not handsome anymore. And my hands too, it's very difficult to move quickly," explained Steven still with pride. He showed his left hand with an annoyed face. "I'm sorry, I'm just small talk about your question," I said quickly. "I just wanted to tell you that William wants you to go to work right away. Because he doesn't have a supervisor or work leader like you. I think he really needs you," I explained seeing his face. "Heh, it's all because of you. I can't work properly. Then you have to help me make strawberry jam. While at home aunty has been telling me a lot. I'm annoyed with that. Don't run away, okay? help me," Steven said with narrowed eyes. Those hazel eyes looked at me seriously. I'm a little awkward. But I'm trying to kill this admiration. "I don't want to! I'm tired. I work all day harvesting grapes," I said annoyed. I stood up and stepped on my feet to get out of this house. Unfortunately, Steven's hand gripped my wrist roughly. "I could have asked William to fire you," Steven said threateningly. "Damn it! This is really not fair at all," she whispered with an irritated heart. Steven's hand grabbed mine. Made me turn to him. "Come with me right now," said Steven quickly. "Let go of my hand!" I asked loudly. He let go of my hand and I followed behind him. I followed him to a large kitchen. I call this a big kitchen because it looks quite big. Very different from the house I rented. Uncle Juan and Aunt Jennifer's house was spacious inside. This kitchen feels like one with nature. Lots of air that can enter into this room. "You have to help me make strawberry jam. You have to fill the bottles completely," Steven said as he pointed his chin at the large container filled with bottles. "why so much?" I asked in surprise and of course a little shocked. "Yes, indeed a lot. Because to be brought to the market every week," replied Steven casually. "But we're together to make the strawberry jam. I can't do it alone," I said with a tired face.

"Yes, of course. You just need to help me," he said swiftly. He immediately walked closer to a large wardrobe made of wood. He carried a large pile of containers. Steven washed the fresh strawberries in a large container. He of course told me to wash the strawberries in another container. We washed quite a lot. I can clearly see Steven's serious face washing strawberries in a faucet that was brought. Steven and I sat in a small chair. It's like squatting. We wash the strawberries thoroughly. I really always stole glances at him. He looks so focused on doing the task that his uncle and aunt gave him. I think he really works really hard. Maybe it was because his parents weren't around that he could become a strong and hardworking person like this. "Oh!" shouted Steven loudly. He who was trying to open the cap of the glass bottle looked in pain. I drew closer to him. "Ouch! It must be very painful. Do you need to rest? Let me do all this," I said half-heartedly. Because I also feel sorry for Steven. his hand must be sore. Remembering I clearly saw him being brutally beaten by Robert's men. "Stupid, you wouldn't be able to do all this alone," said Steven, glancing at me. Such a flat face really looks very handsome. Because his bangir nose really makes me want to pinch him. "Eat it you have to be careful if you do something," I said with a smile. Upset because he said stupid to me. "You'd better open all these bottles. Let me make the jam," Steven said firmly. "Yeah, yeah alright," I stopped washing the strawberries and now I'm opening the bottles. While Steven approached the stove. On the stove there is a large enough container. Steven poured sugar and strawberries into the container. His hands deftly looked at what was in the container. A few minutes passed and Steven told me to taste the finished strawberry jam. "You should try this. You must really like it," Steven said excitedly. He brought the small spoon closer to me. My finger just poked the jam on the end of the spoon.

Au! Hot hot!" I whined with pity. I wagged my finger roughly. "Hahaha," Steven's face was like a triumph. He laughed when he saw me in pain. "Who told you to do that. I was just about to say blow first," Steven said defensively before I blamed him. My lips pursed to see him laughing so satisfied. I followed his action by blowing the jam that was on the spoon I was holding. I slightly tasted it with my tongue. It tastes so sweet and there is still a strawberry flavor. This makes people who do not like strawberries to like this red fruit. "How? It's delicious, isn't it? I always make this jam perfectly," said Steven smugly. "This is so delicious. Really I just tasted this delicious strawberry jam," I said honestly. I slowly tasted it again. "It really tastes just right. Especially if you put it on bread. I must be very excited in the morning," I said tentatively. "Yes, later you can bring a bottle of this jam home," said Steven with a beaming face. "Wow really? Thank you very much Steven," I said looking at Setevne with a smile. "Yes, you're welcome," he answered, putting the jam in the bottle. Steven and I poured this jam into a glass jar that was in the shape of a tube. This is really really tiring. "I'll keep one for myself too," Steven exclaimed excitedly. He rose from his seat and carried the jam in his hand. I accidentally put a small chair in the middle and Steven fell. While the jam also fell and finally broke instantly. I immediately widened my eyes in surprise and approached Steven who was on his stomach. I tried to help him by holding his arms. "Take care, Steven, take it easy," I said, grinning at Steven's face in pain. Steven stood up slowly. "Sorry, I carelessly put the chair," I shouted, pushing the chair in the corner away. Now Steven walked closer to the broken bottle. He crouched down and picked up each shard and held it. I looked at it in horror. I took a large plastic. "Just put it here. Your hand will get hit by broken glass," I said as I opened the plastic in front of Steven. Steven put the shards in the plastic. His hand picked up the broken glass again. I also followed his actions.

"Oh!" I saw my index finger bleeding on the tip. It feels awful. Steven looked at that with shocked eyes. He immediately took my finger and sucked it. I can only stare at Steven's actions. Oh my God, why is my heart beating so fast? Steven's face looked so peaceful. I kept looking at the two eyelashes that were so thick. After that Steven went to the bathroom and vomited something in his mouth. I looked at my finger that wasn't bleeding anymore. Steven took something from the small cupboard. He immediately covered my wound with hansaplast. "Well, that's all right. You shouldn't have to help me pick up this broken glass," said Steven, seeing his face as if he was scolding a child. I just silently cursed in my heart. Luckily I helped him. But this time I kept quiet and didn't help him. Making strawberry jam doesn't take too long. What looks long is when you put the jam into this cube-shaped bottle. Because there are so many bottles. Probably about fifty full glass bottles. I leaned on a sofa whose color was no longer bright. I saw Steven put the bottles into the box one by one. "I'm so tired," I said quietly. I'm really exhausted. Since then even Steven did not give me drinks or snacks. I really need it though. It was getting dark. I looked out the window. It's lonely, when I come home at night like this I'm also afraid. Although there are still lights on the road. But the lush trees made me imagine something bad. Uncle and aunt rock just come home from work in the garden. They went straight to bed after greeting me and invited me to have dinner here. Steven and I were outside the house sitting on a long wooden chair. In the middle is toast with strawberry jam. Steven also made me boiled potatoes. Cold weather like this is very fitting to eat food like this. Our drink is warm almond milk

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