Don't Be Ferocious Dong, Non !

Laundry Room

Divine Gusti

The Owner of Nature

The One who turns the heart of man, and,

Creator of the heart and mind of all human behavior,

Why do you have to test me with the hard stuff?

The Goddess Rinjani had to ask what stain was on the pillow?!

What must your people answer, O Tuhaaaaan?!

It's a shame once you've pinned it on me, then,

"Hem ...," that's all that can be said on these lips. It's powerless for me to lie, but honestly it's fatal.

But, uh,

It feels like You still love me, this poor Servant of yours.

"You if you eat doughnuts don't in dong's car. Kan filingnya so spilled, not the ants later," said Miss while squinting.

Did he test me?

It's me ...

Just smile.

"Sorry Non" I murmured slowly. Sooooooo.

"Hm,"

Eits!

Did I not see wrong?!

Why is Miss tickling?

Why did the corner of his lips rise next to him?!

"Danar," his hoarse voice now sounded even lower.

"Y-y-yeah, Non?" I stammered.

Duh, his eyes squinted again. Staring at me, looking.

Like a jungle cat chasing a little bird that rests its wings in the grass.

Like I know I'm hiding something disgusting.

"Seriously it's a donut filling stain? I'm just testing you, you know. Donut filling time, smells good?"

Nevermind,

I have lost my pride.

My self-esteem was trampled on too long ago.

Is it because I feel guilty about this beautiful creature, about my rejection of matchmaking?

Probably right, maybe,

Self-Esteem versus Love

Can you deny common sense?

Can you deny sanity?

Could it be logic?

Love is sweet madness.

In the current everything can happen

“Hem, guess it yourself, Non,” I finally threw away my face while saying so.

I'm ready to be tossed in my sandals, or slapped.

Next, there is silence.

A minute, man,

A minute and a half,

A minute three quarters,

Why is there no response? Has he left?

I looked back, looking for her presence.

Uh he's still there, but his face...

Face grim.

Staring at me while pouting.

We looked at each other. I put on a questioning expression, but he remained as face-looking as he was this afternoon.

Is he angry?

Insulted? The emotion? Pissed off?

I want to apologize for imagining it in such a way, but if I do how much apology should he receive? Because I've countless times thought of her in vulgar scenes.

"Danar," he muttered, almost inaudible.

"Yes?" I'm trying to stay calm.

"You.. The dream?"

Just shut up, deh.

"Damn you," but said without expression.

"Who is that woman? Or men? What kind of person would you be interested in?" the next question that made me raise my eyebrows.

"Did?" I don't understand all the words that come out of his mouth.

"Why don't you imagine me? Am I less attractive? Less beautiful?You're always antipathy towards me,"

"Huh?" I can't speak.

Really, I can't digest everything. My brain seemed to be covered with curtains, blank and felt foggy, lost without knowing where the path was headed.

Deadlock ....

"I feel like I've been kind to you, well there are times when I yell at you because you're annoying, but under normal circumstances I've been as gentle as I can be, really," both his eyebrows frowned like a child whose candy was snatched away.

Then next he was silent, the situation came back silent.

We shut up, though,

He's quiet, man,

I'm quiet, man,

We clenched our lips together, each,

We are waiting for the next reaction.

I don't know what silence means, miss,

But the meaning of my silence is so many questions that can not slide out because it is considered my brain is too presumptuous.

The silence of the night added to the air around me.

What can I expect when my loved one says 'are I less attractive?'

"You always jutek when responding to me, but instead imagine another woman in your dreams. I even got the gum. When the hell aren't you acting so annoying in front of me?!" said Miss.

I just, again, shut up.

This time because my legs are limp.

Could it...

Ah, wait, don't be rash just yet.

"No, I am angry again! It's not a matter of my cheeks getting stained yes, but it's a matter of self-esteem,"

"Why?" my many.

"Why what?" He asked back.

"Why didn't Miss just slap me?"

Then...

His face turned red.

"The idea is, but not because you're perverted in broad daylight" he whispered.

He did not continue his sentence. Like he was made aware that he just slipped.

Then,

He turned his head, though,

And get out of there.

Leaving me staring at his back,

With a million questions in my mind.

Then,

A speck of hope appeared in my heart.

Do my feelings reciprocate?

His reaction just now was pretty confident for me.

But I don't want to act recklessly.

So, uh,

I'm gonna use some baiting tactics to get him to confess, myself,

About his feelings for me, though,

whether we are in rhythm, or even intersecting,

Because,

Women are elusive creatures

They want to be understood

But I refuse to leave information

We, we,

The men who said they were from Mars

Confusion to respond

How do we get you if we feel like we're being fooled?!

Really, women are interesting creatures.

So, I don't care about left-right,

I chased that figure

He was still in the hallway, stepping gracefully yet slowly. His head was like a lot of thoughts.

"Non," I caught his arm.

His head turned towards me. Those beautiful brownish eyes looked at me softly.

"Miss why?" my many. I really want to know why he.

He's not like he used to be.

I'd rather deal with a fierce and ugly Miss than a calm and quiet Miss like this.

And my curiosity is bigger than manners.

"No papa," he murmured as he brushed my hand away slowly.

No woman, can you be trusted?!

"Try my slap," my hiss.

"You want to get slapped?!"

"Yes, I deserve to be slapped,"

"Yes yes! My cheeks should be washed twice! I really feel that it is not a liquid! You're a syringe!"

I grinned in shame. But somehow this scene was too amused for me to move.

"Yes then just hit me, or punch me, cake, or slap, cake. Just don't get fired," I said.

"I should have fired you for being so presumptuous!" he brushed my hand. I didn't realize I was holding onto that skinny arm.

"But I won't, firing you won't make me satisfied" he added.

"Hem, okay..." I'm tense. I am so thankful that I can still work with my lady.

"You must be punished" he murmured.

Aye?

It seems like those words are familiar.

Sounds familiar to my hina's ears.

"Your fault is twofold. First, you underestimate me. You think I'm an innocent girl who doesn't know what men's wet dreams look like? You Slob!" She's berating me.

Okay I accept, I'm ashamed of myself.

"Second, for refusing to be betrothed to me! Again, you think I'm a bego girl who doesn't know the face of my own future husband?!"

The air around me was empty.

Next, her thin, supposedly soft-skinned hands were already on my neck, sticking her perfectly taper and well-groomed nails in my veins.

Whatever it feels.

But somehow, enjoy the spiciness.

He brought his face closer to me,

"I still don't understand your motives, why you infiltrated here, disguised as my driver anyway. You're lucky my parents and brother don't know what a jerk you look like! Because you're low profile and the youngest child is closed, pretentious'an be a twilight child! The media rarely blows up you," he shrugged his shoulders.

But the glint of his eyes was terrible. It was like preparing to devour me in one swallow.

"If I read it anyway, you infiltrated here because you wanted to improve the relationship of two families. Your father almost went bankrupt when we canceled the project. You infiltrated with the mission of being a friendly exemplary employee and waited for the opportunity to become a 'trust friend' in our family by looking after their youngest daughter who is this cute, Right my guess?!"

Hem...

It's smart, my lady.

I didn't think she was watching my movements all this time.

I'm so flattered.

Really, Miss.

I love you more and more.

"It's up to you if your mission is like that, but I won't be provoked. I hate you. Damn guy! Was I that bad until you ran away in our matchmaking?!"

He misunderstood.

I'll leave.

Times like this I reason anything still sounds absurd.

"So, your punishment, Danar S... That's like Sanjaya, right? Ck ck ck, manipulative base!" He hissed angrily at me. His grip on my neck is getting tighter.

I hope my neck really scratches his nails. If it's necessary to bleed so that the wound doesn't disappear for the rest of my life.

"Your punishment is to be my slave, to be stuck with me, this ugly wife-to-be that you have rejected, until I am satisfied to see you tormented. Clear?!"

God, god,

Which other gift do we deny?!

So many favors you've given.