【Tea cloth ABO】feeding bottle, report and rose

"I'm back."

Bugarati opened the door, and he finally didn't have to rush "speeding" on the streets of Naples today.Apache had already prepared dinner, and the two little boys were sitting at the table waiting for him to come home.

"Boob!" Naranja sat in the baby dining chair and happily patted the small table in front of him. Mista turned around and glanced at him as a greeting.

Buccarati took off his suit and walked over to touch Mista's little thorns, and began to talk to the children.

"What did Naranja do today?"

"I drew pictures at school, and teacher Nina told us stories."

"What about Gedo?" Buccarati opened the chair and sat beside Mista.

"... What can there be? Isn't that what happens every day?" The boy replied in a low voice, pursing his lips and turning his head.

"Mista is very good today." Apache came out of the kitchen with the pasta for dinner. "His teacher told me that he had done all his homework yesterday, and he was correct in several subjects."

"Wow! Gedo is so good!" Bugarati smiled and turned his head to look at the little boy's flushed cheeks, "Keep working hard!"

"Of course...it's up to you to say it." Mista muttered softly, even the tips of her ears turned red.

Apaki distributed the pasta in the big bowl to everyone's dinner plate, and Buccarati fiddled with the noodles on the plate twice with a fork with his head down Paki.

"I saw the post-it note you left for dinner, tomato pasta and grilled sausage, the one on the refrigerator," Apache explained, "but I didn't grill the sausage. I took apart the sausage and added it to the tomato, I think Naranga might like it better."

Buccarati nodded after listening, rolled up the pasta on the plate with a fork and took a bite.

"Did you put oregano?" He asked in surprise, wiping his mouth with a napkin, and Apache was a little nervous when he heard that.

"What's the matter? Is it not delicious? Or do you not like it?"

Seeing the bewildered face of the big boy in front of him, Bugarati couldn't help laughing out loud: "No, it's delicious, and you made it much better than I imagined. It's just that we are not used to putting oregano here. "

"Ah...then I won't let it go next time."

Apache's expression seemed to be a little worried, and Bugarati quickly went on to comfort him: "It's really all right, you can see that the children are eating happily." He pointed to the boys around him, Ah Paki looked at the stiff shoulders of Mista, who was buried in the pasta without saying a word, and Naranca, who was eating tomato sauce all over his face, and finally relaxed a little.

Bugarati also heaved a sigh of relief in his heart, he spoke again, and changed the topic with Apache in a homely tone.

"The agent said that you are from the north, but I haven't asked where you are from?"

"I'm from Bolzano."

"Ah, so far!" Bugarati exclaimed, "Is it the Alps? I haven't been there yet."

Apache nodded with a smile: "If you want to go in the future, you can contact me, and I can be your guide then."

"Then do you speak German? Are you in a German-speaking area?" Bugarati was very curious. He was born in a small fishing village on the coast of Amalfi. From his hometown to Naples, there are boundless blue Mediterranean scenery. Paki's mountain life seemed like another world to him.

"My grandfather is from Austria, and I can speak some German." Apaki couldn't help but smile when he looked at Buccarati, whose eyes were shining with anticipation, "But now there are more exchanges between different places, It’s not so detailed, Italian, German, and German are spoken.”

"No wonder, I think you look different from the local people here, so you look good." Buccarati poked the noodles on the plate with a fork as he spoke, Apache felt embarrassed lowered his head.

"Mr. Bucciarati is good-looking. Latinas specialize in great beauties. A friend of mine especially likes Latinas."

Bugarati thought it was quite interesting in his heart, he held his chin and looked at the big boy opposite, his cheeks turned red when he was amused by his casual words.

"Oh! That's right." Apaki suddenly raised his head as if he suddenly remembered something, and Bugarati suddenly slammed into the opponent's purple-gold pupils, half of his heartbeat missed, and he quickly looked away and lowered his head to eat noodles.

"You said just now that it's not customary to put oregano here? Then what kind of seasoning do you usually put in your dishes?"

"Ah, this. I usually put garlic, but now, as you said, the distinction is not so clear." Bugarati said, thinking that the Alpha in front of him is quite serious, "Nuuuuuuuuuu It is also useful, but it is used less. I was born by the sea, and in Campania, I prefer to use capers and anchovies, but I don’t know if you are used to eating them.”

Apache shook his head and lowered his head to eat noodles again: "I don't care, it's mainly you and the child."

"Papa!"

Naranja suddenly made a sound, and Apaki raised his head subconsciously to look at Bugarati, who was opposite him, but saw that the other party was looking at him in surprise, and even Mista raised his head and looked over, and then he seemed to be He reacted to something and quickly turned his head to look at Naranja.

"Papa! I still want to eat!" The little boy was holding up his empty cartoon dinner plate and said to Apache.

Apache was so nervous that he was about to explode. He quickly dropped the fork in his hand, his head was in a mess and he didn't know what to do first.

"No, no! I never taught Naranja to call me daddy!" He took the little boy's dangling small plate and stared at the boy's big deep purple eyes with seriousness and nervousness, "Naranja You can't call me dad! Dad is Mr. Bucciarati!"

"papa..."

As if frightened by Apache who suddenly became serious, the little boy sat in the chair and looked like he was about to cry.

Buccarati quickly stood up and walked around to Nalanja, coaxing softly between him and Apache: "Okay, okay, Nalanja isn't calling 'Daddy', right? It's Apache's." Pa', papa right?"

But Naranja still cried, as if he had been wronged a lot, and reached out for Bugarati to hug him.Buccarati quickly bent down so that Naranja's little hand could reach his shoulder, and he kept this posture and turned around and explained softly to Apache: "Nalanga will call someone he likes like this." , if you don't tell him your nickname, he will pick one for you. But this..." Bugarati blushed embarrassingly, "I didn't realize it at first, after all, he also Never called me 'papa'."

The scene in front of him made Apache feel like he was sitting on pins and needles. He was most afraid of others crying, especially children.One is that it is very noisy, which makes him upset, and the other is guilt, he is not a person who is good at expressing his heart, and he will always be at a loss when encountering such a situation except "I'm sorry".

"Naranja...I'm sorry." He got up and leaned against Bugarati and bowed down to apologize to Naranja.

Mista on the other side of the table looked at the panic scene in front of him and sighed, shook his head, and continued to chatter.

"Naranga, Apache apologized to you." Buccarati picked up the boy and patted Naranja's back gently, "Do you want to forgive him?"

Bugarati seemed to see that Apache was helpless, he turned around holding Naranja and secretly winked at the tall silver-haired man.

"Apaki is sad now, just as unhappy as Naranja."

Bugarati continued to coax the little boy, and Naranja's crying on his shoulder gradually became softer.

"Yes, Naranga, I didn't know that was your pet name for me. I'm sorry that I killed you without knowing anything." Apache said, he saw Bugara Ti smiled and nodded to himself while listening.

"...You can call me 'Leo' if you like in the future, but don't call me 'papa', okay? It's easy for others to misunderstand."

"Did Naranja hear that?" Bugarati patted the little boy on the back, shaking his body gently from side to side, "Apaki said you can call him 'Leo' in the future. Let's forgive Leo, shall we?" good?"

The boy sobbed softly and nodded in Bugarati's shoulder.

"Then Naranja turned around and said 'I forgive you' to Leo, okay?"

The two adults stood in place, and Apache's nervous palms began to sweat. He was even more nervous than when he was sleepwalking in class when he was caught by Professor Caprio and shouted to answer questions.

Naranja slowly turned her face from Bugarati's shoulder, her eyes were red from crying, and whispered to Apache, "I forgive you, Leo."

Apache finally breathed a sigh of relief, he saw Bugarati smiling at him.Being a babysitter is a tough job.

After dinner, Buccarati took Naranja, who was crying in a mess, upstairs to take a shower, and Apaki cleaned up the table in the restaurant.Mista now has an hour to play games.

He was sitting on the sofa, but he was always a little absent-minded, and even his favorite shooting game became dull.He recalled what his classmates said around him when school was over, and how Naranja called Apache "papa" at the dinner table just now.He secretly looked back at the tall silver-haired man who was busy in his home. Bugarati seemed to be quite happy chatting with him at the dinner table, although he didn't listen carefully to what they said just now.But Apache has a good figure and good looks. All the Omega in the class say he is handsome, so Bugarati should also think he is handsome.

"Apache!"

The boy put down the game console in his hand, lay down on the back of the sofa, turned around and shouted at Apache who was cleaning the table in the restaurant.

"What is it? Mista."

"Do you have a date?"

Apache put down the rag in his hand, looked up at Mista who was looking at him with wide-open black eyes in the living room.

"What's wrong?" Alpha frowned in confusion.

"Oh! Do you have any?" Mista urged.

"...No." Apache seemed to be aware of the problem, "Do you have someone you like?"

"That's not true!" Mista quickly denied loudly, and then he lowered his voice and ran from the living room to Apache's side mysteriously, "Then do you like Omega or Bate or Alpha?"

"This... I don't care." Apache looked at the little boy in front of him, who was getting more and more confused about what he wanted to do. "I like it, I like it. I never thought about what it is."

"That's all right?" Mista said, "Giorno said that Omega has an absolute advantage over Alpha, because only Omega and Alpha can smell the pheromone."

Apache frowned: "Is the physiology class taught so early?"

Mista shook his head: "Gioruno said it, and Gioruno taught me. He said his family is like that, and one of his fathers doesn't like his other father, but because one of them is Omega and the other is Alpha, Joe Bruno was still born."

"Who is Giorno?" Apache was a little shocked. Mista's upright face seemed to be explaining a very ordinary thing, but Apache could figure it out after a little thinking with an adult's brain. Just now, the amount of information covered in this sentence is so rich.

"He's a new neighbor, my new friend." Mista replied.

Apaki hesitated for a while and organized his words: "Mista, I think it's better to have friends who are about the same age as me. Children who are too old... will have a generation gap."

"Is what Giorno said wrong?" Mista asked with his head tilted.

"That's not true." Apache explained, "He's right. Omega emits its own pheromones on certain days of the month. The smell of pheromones has a great guiding effect on Alpha."

Mista beckoned to Apache, and Apache squatted down, and the boy leaned into his ear and whispered, "Buccarati is an Omega."

"Cough!" Apaji suddenly blushed, and he coughed dryly and covered his mouth, "I know."

"Guedo!"

Bugarati came down the stairs, and Naranga followed behind him bouncing around.

"It's time, it's time to do my homework." The black-haired man changed into his pajamas, went to the bar and poured himself a glass of water.Seeing Bugarati coming over, Mista didn't say anything with a guilty conscience, and fled upstairs in a hurry.

"So good today?" Omega tilted his head and looked at the stairs. The slightly longer hair on the back of his neck was hanging down his shoulders. The cotton white pajamas gave off a kind and warm feeling.

Having just experienced that kind of thing, Mista hasn't finished speaking yet, but Apache seems to know what this kid wants to express.But Bugarati's timely appearance made Apache feel like an "accomplice". Alpha didn't speak, he hurriedly blushed and bypassed his employer and hid in the kitchen to tidy up the pots and dishes that had just been washed in the dishwasher.

But the disadvantage of an open kitchen is that you "hid" in the kitchen as if you didn't hide.

Bugarati picked up Naranja and sat down on the bar chair. Naranja reached for the oranges in the fruit plate.

"It's your first day at work today, how do you feel?"

Apaki habitually turned his head to look for his reputation when he heard the words. Buccarati was sitting under the warm yellow light at the bar. Naranca looked at herself and smiled tenderly, just like the statue of the Virgin Mary enshrined in the church.

It's over.

Apaki quickly turned his head and lowered his body, turned on the faucet to the maximum and washed his hands indiscriminately.Although he wanted to wash his face more now, his remaining rationality told him not to wash his face with a rag, at least not in front of Mr. Bugarati.

"Very good, a little setback, but generally good."

"That's good, I'm afraid you're not used to it." Buccarati smiled, and Naranga began to peel the oranges in his arms. Today's peeling is much more proficient than yesterday's.

"You said before that you have younger brothers and sisters in your family?"

"Uh..." Apache looked up at the wall cabinet in front of him and paused for a moment, "Yes."

"Then did you often cook for them when you were young?" Bugara asked, "To be honest, I didn't have any hope at first, but after tasting it, I really think your cooking is quite delicious."

"Not really... My family is a dual-career family, so I can't learn by myself, so I can do some simple ones." Apaki lowered his head and didn't dare to look into Bugarati's eyes.

"That's great." Bugarati said, looking down at Naranca's little hairy head in his arms, "I've always wanted to have a big family, after all, Italians should live in a big family, right? But how should I put it, the sky does not fulfill people's wishes."

Apache tightened the valve, his fingertips still dripping water into the pool. Alpha recalled the meaning of what Omega said just now. Was Mr. Bugarati lamenting his previous failed marriage?

"Actually, you don't have to be sad," Apaki said, trying to comfort the person in front of him, "You will always meet better people in the future, and I think you are great now. Nalanja is cute and obedient, Mies Tatsuya is also very smart, you can take care of them so well even if you work alone, I really admire you, Mr. Bugarati."

"No, I've been too busy." Bugarati shook his head with a smile.

"Really!" As if afraid that the other party would not believe it, Apaji raised his head and looked straight into Buccarati's eyes, his eyes were extremely sincere, "You are my idol! I am tired after taking them all day, and you Working and raising kids is just superhuman."

"Don't you still want to study?" Bugarati said, "Speaking of this, if your studies are affected by part-time jobs, please let me know in time."

"Hmm." Apaki replied softly and lowered his head. He accidentally caught a glimpse of Mr. Bugarati whose neckline was pulled down because of Naranga's movements in his arms, revealing the black lace underwear he was wearing. He turned around and stared at the floor under his feet, his gaze was so strong that it seemed to burn a hole there.

The door was knocked, and Mista sat at his small desk and looked back at Apache walking in.

The man had taken off his apron after finishing his chores, and was wearing his regular clothes—a black hooded sweater and dark jeans. His silver hair was tied back high and looked like a young student.

Hmm... But he seems to be a college student.Mista thought to himself, he simulated in his mind the usual Bugarati and the current Apache together, and felt that it didn't fit well.

"You dress too childishly." So the little boy said.

"What?" Apache sat at Mista's desk with a bewildered expression on his face. He was actually told by a second grader that he was dressed too childishly?

Apaki raised his chin and moved his eyes down to stare at Mista's pajamas covered with cartoon bullets.

Following Apache's gaze, Mista looked down at himself and quickly raised his head, looked at him with disdain and replied, "Please, I'm a child!"

"You also know that you are a child? Have you finished your homework?" Apache stretched his head to check Mista's homework.

"I'm not joking with you." The boy suddenly put down the pencil in his hand, and Apache raised his head to look at the serious face of the other party.

"I'm serious, the comparison between your clothes and Bugarati's is too childish." Mista shook his head with a look of resentment, "His wardrobe is full of suits and shirts, no matter what you say It’s time to buy a few leather jackets to wear. That one is cooler and looks mature enough.”

"I didn't mention you just now, how dare you mention it to me!" Apaki reached out and rubbed Mista's little bristly head vigorously, shaking the boy from side to side and begging for mercy.

Alpha let go of his hand after "punishing", looked into Mista's eyes with a serious face and said word by word: "You can't say that kind of thing again in the future, do you hear me?"

"What?" Mista asked.

"You still pretend to be stupid!" Apaki stretched out his big hand and hovered above Mista's head, and the boy quickly leaned back to avoid it.

"Don't you like Bucciarati?" Mista asked.

Apache withdrew his hand and sighed: "It's not a question of whether I like it or not. Your father is a nice person, but he is my employer. You can't do this kind of thing. You are too young to do this. You worry about it."

"What's wrong with the employer? Can't the employer fall in love?" Mista asked beside the silver-haired man.

Apache reached out and flicked the boy's forehead lightly: "Where did you learn so much nonsense when you were young?"

"What Giorno said. Giorno also said that love knows no age. When love comes, no matter how young or old you are, you can't stop it."

Apaki pursed his mouth and put his hands on his forehead: "Your friend named Giorno is really a great philosopher."

"Giorno is very good!" Mista said, his back straightened up on the small chair, "I think he has magical powers! Since he moved to our community, the one who plays at 4 o'clock in the afternoon is particularly bad and always The older sister who practiced on time but hasn't made any progress for so many years has never played the guitar again!"

"That may be because his family moved to the house of the kid who played the guitar very badly." Apaki rolled his eyes at the ceiling, "In short, you are not allowed to mention the relationship between me and Mr. Bugarati in the future." It's not your business. Do you know what you have to do?"

"What?" Mista asked with wide eyes expectantly.

"Finish your homework and check it for me after you finish it." Apache replied blankly.

-TBC-

There is a private assumption in this chapter that Apache's hometown is Bolzano in the Trentino-Alto Adige region of Italy.

The reason comes from an argument mentioned by Mrs. 1342: Bu knew at the age of 12 that JC was unreliable and would rather go to gangsters in case of trouble, but why does Cha, who is the same age as Bu, still want to be JC?

In view of the fact that Mr. Araki didn’t talk about Cha’s life experience in detail, I personally think that Cha is likely to be from northern Italy. After all, the difference in security between the north and the south of Italy was known to the whole world at that time, and the surname Abbacchio is very mountainous. Hahahahaha .Another reason for choosing Bolzano, besides being the most livable city in Italy, is my personal point of view. From the appearance and figure of Cha, I always think that Cha is likely to be of Germanic race. There are many descendants of German and Austrian descendants in Erzano.Cloth, rice, and orange are typical Latino shapes. (Of course, Mr. Araki never said anything above. I can only say that it is all my guess based on my shallow ethnographic knowledge.)