Don't Love me

When With You

The waiter named Elsa harbors hatred in her heart, she cries for MB. But he made MB curious about Gres. When he found out that the girl had passed through the door of the young master's special library inside the house, he looked silently at the door with a pensive expression.

Knowing that, Elsa prepares a careful plan, thinking of all the ways to get Gres out of the house and out of the life of her master. He prepared a bowl of fresh fruits and a bottle of cold water, as his turn holding the library key further made it easier for his plan to succeed.

Their young master has his own key, yep! What the waiter holds is only a spare key if it is to be cleaned. Doctors still routinely visit MB's house, should the young master be treated. But she remained stubborn, repeatedly talking to her mother that she was fine.

The MB head is actually leaking, and it should be handled. What can make the doctor finally agree, let MB go home.

The doctor finished examining MB in his room.

"So, how's it going?" ask MB Mother to worry.

"She needs more rest, and make sure she's not late for medication. As a result, he will feel pain" said the doctor trying to explain the state of his patient.

"Thank you doc," said MB Mother breathing a sigh of relief.

"Together, well excuse me first." The doctor went straight from there.

Hearing the doctor's words earlier made MB's mother very careful to take care of him, Gres was there hearing everything the doctor said. Once again he felt guilty, causing the guy to be like this.

Heading to the kitchen, as usual Gres looked at the door of the MB's private library.

"Gres," said Elsa's waiter. He held the key, opened the library door. "Come in," her door rolled her eyeballs telling Gres to go inside.

Gres cengo's. "Why should I come in?"

Elsa gave him a bowl of fruit and a bottle of cold water filled to the brim, pushing the girl in.

"Elsa, halt! How will it be found out?" he continued asking.

"Udah, no one will know. You tap-tap three times, ntar I'm nongol! I know you have a repeat tomorrow, right?"

The girl who had half entered the library door nodded, she went inside.

Gres cengo saw the many books he was looking for, were everywhere. He walked inside, before long his steps stopped to see MB sitting at the library's middle study table. Sitting on his back to Gres right in front of him. His eyes were round, his mouth was wide open only one word came out of his mouth.

'Campus, deh I.' Gres spoke in his heart. He stepped back, slowly so as not to hear the sound of his breath and steps.

MB getting further and further away from his sight, Gres knocked on the door three times but there was no answer. Cold hot sweat started dripping from his forehead, the fruit he was carrying dropped rolling towards MB. Unknowingly he ran after the fruit, not long after.

BRUGH!

Surprised to hear the sound of something falling, how shocked Gres was when he saw something falling.

"Haki!" The screams came closer.

MB collapsed on her stomach on the floor, she held onto both of MB's shoulders wagging her. Accidentally touching her forehead, it felt so hot.

"God willing! It's hot, he's feverish," Gres ran banging on the door. But in vain, from the outside no one will listen because it is late at night especially the room is soundproof.

"Dam." Gres runs back to MB.

Finally Gres thought about how to help MB, the bowl of fruits he dropped on the floor all the fruit, and the water bottle he brought poured it in the bowl. Then taking a blue handkerchief that was deliberately tied to his waist, he never forgot the handkerchief of his favorite color.

Sitting on the floor, Gres raised MB's head slowly moved in his lap. He dipped a handkerchief, squeezed it and put it on the forehead of the guy who was holding back the pain.

"I'm sorry, it's made you this way" Gres said, recalling the doctor's words. That MB should not be late taking the medicine, he almost shed tears.

"Kris, don't leave me. Come back, don't go. Crc ... Kris ..." muttered MB sighing, making Gres very shocked and sad.

Early in the morning the servant who locked Gres inside the library opened the door, how surprised he was to see MB sleeping on Gres' lap, as quickly as possible waking up the girl he hated so much. Opening his eyes moving MB's head, Gres ran out asking for help on the others.

Elsa pretends to hold MB's head, crying. MB head felt heavy, but because the sound of crying woke him up. Sitting looking at Elsa, she suddenly hugged MB crying sobbing.

"Hurry, come here, help Young Master!" Excited Gres, his lips trembling violently unable to speak. He stood sculpting, his face blurred and both of his eyebrows bent while looking at them.

As MB stared back at Gres, it only fell silent for a moment. Gres lowered his head, stepping away from there. The person he summoned helped the young master stand up, bringing him into the room. Want to ask why Gres' attitude looks strange in his eyes, is there something wrong with him?

MB and Fajar's mother approaches him, forcing MB to go to school with Gres. Both the eyes of Dawn and her mother were almost dislodged, hearing her words. He never wants to go with a girl let alone ride a car together, really anti for MB because the hardest nature is stubborn, what can you do? They let him go with the woman he was meant to be.

Without knowing it, Gres walks alone thinking of a strange feeling as Elsa hugs MB. Constantly disturbed by the strange thoughts, he paused for a moment to jump on the side of the road. Closing both ears, screaming.

"YESY!" Shouted Gres his feet accidentally stepping on his own shoelaces.

BRUGH!

"Oh, sick!" Shouting back to hold his bleeding knee. He got up but fell again, trying again and again and again remained difficult for him to stand.

The people who saw his behavior from start to finish had concluded that he was a new madman, so were afraid to approach him let alone help him. Gres grimaced in pain, lowering his head until his hair covered his face.

A red car stopped next to the road, looking very luxurious and the flat car was no stranger to Gres. Someone came down from there wearing sunglasses, taking off his glasses the sound of footsteps shoes approaching him slowly Gres raised his head. His eyes were round, as quickly as possible looking down again.

"Stand up, follow me," said MB a little high-pitched.

Gres tried to stand still fell, finally he resigned. "Go, I can take an angkot,"

Without further ado MB held her.

"What are you doing ... "

MB looked at him seriously, making Gres silent a thousand languages.

Putting Gres in the car sat next to him who was very close to him.

"Depart" said MB, telling Mr. Driver to start the car.

Deg, Deg, Deg.

'Oh my god, I am next to him now. Very fast, I hope he does not hear the sound of my heartbeat beating very fast.' Gres' inner heart tried to regulate his breathing.

"Thank you" MB stared at Gres.

Gres smiled withstanding the embarrassment, and ventured to ask. "For what?"

"Last night, I knew you were already nemenin and nolongin me." He answered casually, looking at her.

Feeling pleased with what he said. Gres could only nod, exhaling an unceasing sigh of relief the smile engraved on his face.

MB several times looked out the window glass door of the car, made a little depressed when she saw his face clearly how stupid the girl was.

Author :

If you are serious about helping someone, surely the person you help will repay even with small things.

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