Deserve Me For You

I'm Not Deserving

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Arga stopped his car in the yard and told the driver to take him to the garage.

"The Baguss... Baguss" Mama Arga was already standing in front of the Main door.

Puspa. It was clear that his face was full of anger

"What the hell is Ma." Arga went straight inside while Puspa was still standing on the terrace.

"It's presumptuous?" Mama Arga walked slowly around Puspa. Puspa plays his finger a groggy omen. He just looked down.

"Jam 9 nights just got home.. With employer? How much money do you want." Mama Arga stared in disdain at Puspa.

'DEGS'

"Mrs.. You misunderstand"

"SILENCE! Did I tell you to talk?"

Puspa nodded with a cold hot body

"You're this.. Just 1 month to work here.. It's getting sassy to tease my son, huh!. Remember that.. You're not worth it at all."

Puspa's heart rippled

"You're just a waiter.. Thank goodness you were made a personal servant of my Son. Still dare to flirt" Mama Arga increasingly dislikes seeing Puspa wearing fancy clothes.

Puspa could not hold back his crying anymore. He sobbed slowly and held back so as not to make a sound.

Arga who felt Puspa did not go in, He undoes his intention when going up the stairs and back out.

"Look yeah.. The waiter is still the waiter.. Don't dream of being a princess. I don't like you being so close to my Son"

Puspa nodded.

Mama Arga stepped inside and stopped her steps while at the door.

"And just so you know, my son I've prepared a girl of my choice who is better than you. Don't fuck around"

Arga is with her mother.

"Where's the pussy, Ma?"

"Arga! Can't you keep your distance from that servant. You have decided who you will marry. And mama doesn't like you being so close to that waitress"

"Mama what the hell!. How many times has Arga said.. Arga doesn't want to be matched. If you two insist on getting Arga married, you're the only one who's married to him"

"Your brains must have been washed by your servant"

"Enough Ma! Arga has a right. If Arga is destroyed after marriage by Mama's choice, Mama will suffer worse than me" Arga left Mama who was already angry.

"Sad. Shit" Umpat Mama Arga.

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Puspa sat on the terrace.. Look at the large yard which is also decorated with plants.

Sometimes she wipes her tears.

He breathes the air heavily.

Arga who found Puspa was sitting pensive and wet cheeks and eyes swollen from crying felt pity.

Arga put his hand in his pocket.

"You lament fate?" Arga's voice shocked Puspa

She wiped her tears with her small handkerchief.

Puspa immediately stood up and slightly bowed giving a salute.

"Young Master." Said Puspa while bowing a little salute.

"What's wrong?" Ask Arga.

"Did Mama say something?" Arga looked deeply into Puspa's already swollen bead

Puspa just shook his head. But her eyes turned red and shed tears. Puspa was all his strength to hold it, but his eyes did not want to be compromised.

"Tell me what Mama told you" Puspa shook his head again.

His voice choked and his chest hurt so to speak Puspa felt his voice would be loud and would disturb the calmness of this house.

Puspa diverted his back. Covering the tears that have been shed.

Arga is confused as to what to do.

"Why would I bother persuading him?"

"Puspah.. Word-"

"I'm sorry." Puspa cut off Arga's speech and went straight into the house

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"Actually why the hell am I" Arga ruffled her hair. In his head always crossed Puspa who was crying.

"I don't know.. And i'm.. Tired" Arga secures his sleeping position and starts sailing to dreamland.

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While in Puspa's room..

Puspa just finished showering. He looked at the clothes he had just worn. Puspa..

"I.. I don't deserve it." Puspa searched through the plastic bags in his suitcase and found 1. It was a plastic bag to put the photos that Puspa brought from his house.

He took the plastic bag and folded the clothes and put it in a plastic bag.

"I don't deserve it" Puspa put the bundle into the closet.

"Hiks.. I don't deserve.. What made me cry anyway. Hiks isn't it clear I'm not worthy even for any man I don't deserve. Hix.. I'm just a bad girl. Hix.. It should be without the Madam saying that even I should be aware that I am not worthy.. Hikss" Puspa sat beside the bed.

He cried while hugging his knees. He cried sobbing until it felt like his body was limp.

"I'm not a sycophant.. Nope.. " Puspa is still sobbing.

Because tired, Puspa slowly fell asleep in these conditions.

One of the servants who passed in front of Puspa's room whose door had forgotten not closed, he was confused to see Puspa sleeping on the floor.

"Basic.. Already provided the mattress still choose on the floor" He continued his steps until he met Bi Ina.

"Why you?" Ask Bi Ina

"That's the new maid.. The bed is still sleeping on the floor.. Don't know at the profit"

"Hm" Bi Ina went straight to Puspa's room and ignored the maid.

And true, when he arrived at Puspa's room, Bi Ina saw Puspa asleep in a condition sitting on the floor.

He approached Puspa and tried to wake him up.

Bi Ina shook Puspa's body slowly.. Yet..

'Brugh's'

Tubub Puspa collapsed.

In see the puspa moist face and eyes that have been swollen,

"Definitely finished crying.. Sorry.." Bi Ina was sad to see Puspa like this.. Because he has considered Puspa like his daughter..

"Puspah.. Wake." Bi Ina patted Puspa's cheek.. But there was no reaction.

Bi Ina panicked..