There was also the pressure from Hamza and Gia pushing them, and upon reflection, it seemed like there wasn’t a single picture taken with Dylan yet.
Dylan quietly looked at Lola. Her deep, dark eyes looking at him felt serious, making it hard to refuse.
“Give it here!”
Hamza quickly reached out for the camera from Gia. Gia’s grip on the camera tightened.
“Why? I take better pictures.”
“Trust me. I can take prettier pictures.”
As they bickered over who would take the picture, Dylan snapped in irritation.
“Hey! What are you guys doing?”
Reluctantly, Gia handed the camera to Hamza.
“But you two are too stiff. Try to be a bit more affectionate.”
“Stop talking nonsense, and hurry up and take the picture!”
Dylan snapped back.
Seeing Dylan’s stiff face and Lola’s flustered expression, Hamza looked very displeased.
“Brother, you’re not a cow being led to slaughter, so what’s with that expression? Smile a bit. You don’t know how cool and charming you look when you smile?”
“Brother, please smile. Lola, you should smile, too.”
As Gia’s teasing ended, Hamza scolded. At that moment, Dylan felt an impulse to strangle the cockroach couple that was making him and Lola uncomfortable.
“Does my brother not know how to smile?”
Hamza grumbled to Gia and then showed a bright smile, revealing his white teeth.
“This is how you smile, brother.”
Dylan’s sigh escaped and landed on Lola’s side profile. Lola, sitting closely next to Dylan, softly said,
“Brother, let’s smile together.”
“Okay, let’s smile. Smile… let’s smile! Hurry up and take the picture!”
Dylan’s lips slowly curled up. Lola gave her signature eye smile. Gia chuckled, and Hamza shook his head while pressing the camera shutter.
Click, click!
******
Evening time.
The two women were washing dishes in the kitchen.
Clang!
Gia had already broken a second dish.
“Why am I like this today? I haven’t even drunk that much, and I don’t have tremors.”
“I’ll do the rest. You go and rest.”
Lola said with a smile. Gia sighed.
“Are you washing dishes here, or are you breaking them?”
Dylan, who had come into the kitchen to grab a cup, grumbled in a sarcastic tone. Gia shot him a glare.
Just as Lola was about to bend down to pick up the broken dish,
“Stay still! You’ll get hurt!”
Dylan shouted urgently. Startled, Lola froze in place, looking dazed. Gia was equally surprised.
“Oh, that scared me. I almost dropped it.”
Dylan said without a smile to Gia, who was calming her racing heart.
“Did you get pregnant again?”
“Am I crazy? Am I going to get pregnant again?”
As if he had heard the commotion in the kitchen, Hamza approached with raised eyebrows and asked.
“What’s going on?”
“Oh, it’s nothing. Just broke a dish. Thankfully, no one got hurt.”
Lola, having regained her composure, explained. Hamza quickly brought a dustpan and broom into the kitchen.
“I’ll do it. You go out.”
“You too, go out.”
Hamza pushed Gia out of the kitchen.
“No, I’ll do it.”
“I’ll take care of the rest.”
As Hamza swept the broken pieces scattered on the floor into the dustpan with the broom, he spoke to Lola, who was awkwardly standing there. With Hamza taking the initiative, Dylan couldn’t just stand by and went to the sink to finish washing the remaining dishes. Lola was very surprised to see the two men, who looked completely out of place doing kitchen work, and her eyes widened.
“I’m bored without Hamza.”
Gia, who had just left the kitchen, returned, crossing her arms and leaning against the door.
“Hamza is right here.”
“I want to be with Hamza.”
The affectionate display of the lovey-dovey couple was starting again. Dylan, who was wetting his hands to wash the dishes, frowned.
“Brother, play with Lola.”
Gia, who had come closer, snatched the dish from Dylan’s hands.
“Brother, I think that’s a good idea.”
“Yeah. Then!”
Dylan couldn’t help but feel overjoyed at the thought of not having to witness the couple’s excessive displays of affection, even for a moment. Internally thrilled, he placed his hand on Lola’s waist and left the kitchen in a cheerful mood.
