13 Aslan New Butler. (2/2)
”Mr. Alan, I see you already recover from your injury.” Mr. Brandon smile to him make Mr. Jokovic also turn to the man at the middle of the glass stairs.
Upon hearing Alan's name, Aslan hurriedly turn his head around to look at him.
”Uncle!” he said happily and jump from Mr. Brandon's arm and fled to the man.
”Hey champ!” he smile to the kid and carry him to his arm.
”Wah, you get taller than before.” He ruffles his hair and turn his look at the two old man who look at them with a weird look.
”Huh? Who is he?” Mr. Jokovic ask.
”I..”
”Nobody.” Hazel immediately cut his word.
”Oh? What he do? I mean his job?” he ask again.
”I..”
”He's jobless.” Again, Hazel cut his word without even look at him.
”Oh! That's even better!” Mr. Jokovic smile and walk to Alan.
Hazel's eyes follow her father figure.
Stretch his hand out, he look at the man's face.
Alan was a bit hesitate, but he still take his hand.
”Congratulations! Now, you are new butler for my daughter and her son, Aslan. Send me your account bank number.” He shake his hand.
Dumbfounded, Hazel almost drop his jaw.
”Papa!” she cried out loud.
”Ouch Hazel, I'll be deaf if you yelled like that.” He cover his ear.
Alan also dumbfound with his statement. He immediately said ”Mister, I don't think this job suit me. I am just merely a poor people here.” He state the matter of fact.
”Eh, it's okay. You don't need to be somebody to do this job. After all, Aslan looks like he likes you. Right, Aslan?” he turned his eyes to Aslan.
Aslan nodded his head.
”Yeah. I like uncle Alan even he's smell weird last time.” He giggle.
”See? Don't worry. Just tell me how much you need? I'll pay you.” He turned his eyes to the man again.
”Er…” Alan look at Hazel, hesitate.
”He owed me 1.5 million. Will you pay for him that much?” Hazel noticed his hesitate face, so she immediately divert his eye to his father again.
”Oh dear.. that just a small amount. No worries, I even pay you triple if you can get my daughter a perfect fit for her future husband.”
”Papa!” Hazel yelled again.
”What? You rejected all my candidates. Hazel, settled down will you? I give one year, if you still have no name. I will arrange one for you whether you like it or not.” His voices sound firm.
”And for you, I will ask Mr. Brandon to prepare you a cheque. The rest will be pay after we returned back.” He lift up his one finger to Alan and signal Mr. Brandon to write a cheque for him.
After give Alan his cheque, Mr. Jokovic and Brandon walk out from the Sun House. Leaving Hazel and Alan dumbfounded.