Don't Love me

Attention

Trying to hold his breath longer while MB was wiping his forehead, his cheeks filled with wind so rounded, the more reddened can no longer. The guy put his handkerchief in Gres's lap, stood looking around the place.

As fast as possible the girl who had been glaring, and holding her breath now. Exhaling his tired breath, stroking his chest trying to calm down.

When he glanced at the guy in front of Gres turned his back, now looking at him.

Jem!

'Death, I.' Gres's mind quickly lowered.

Returning to step closer to Gres, squatting beside him swiftly MB raised the girl with both hands. He couldn't ask her so shocked.

Deg ... Deg ... The deg!

They looked at each other very close, then carried him walking to the table bench located at the end of the right corner of the balcony.

"What are you doing? A little rough, but not infrequently also attention - "gres speech stopped when MB lowered him roughly sitting on the bench table.

"Brah!" Shouted Gres. "It's so rough, so guy!" Gres exclaimed as he stroked his butt, "I just want to know why, don't tell me you started suk- "

Squat down while pulling Gres' left leg, looking at the injured part. MB took the P3K box next to it, opened the lid of the antiseptic bottle cleaning the wound with cotton. Gres felt a little sore, accidentally holding the shoulder of the man in front of him.

The guy just looked next to the shoulder he was holding, Gres slowly let go of the handle.

"Hold on, just be done," her voice sounded soft.

Gres can only speak a thousand languages, but questions are constantly coming to him. 'This guy wants what the hell? My question no one answered.'

After finishing putting Gres' knee bandage and cleaning the P3K box, MB stood about to walk away without saying a word.

"Wait!" Gres Seru.

Stopping his long footsteps, standing back to Gres.

Clumsy down from his seat and stood up. "Thank you,"

Without looking back MB stepped away from there, after being far from his sight, down the stairs. He smiles.

Gres continues to feel his own strangeness with the man's attitude. He stood at the end of the balcony looking up at the star-filled sky, suddenly remembering Alm. Grandpa Darman.

Just as MB came down the stairs still smiling, he forgot to bring the P3K box. Climbing the stairs back to the top of the balcony, his steps came to a halt when he saw Gres standing behind him. Even with his smile stopped.

"Grandfather, how are you? I'm fine here" said Gres wiping his tears. "I just found out from the letter that grandfather left behind, grandfather is not my biological family," her tears trickled down. "Then who's the cake, why didn't grandpa tell me? Now I have to ask, to whom?" his voice began to sound hoarse.

She wiped her tears again. "Grandfather is no longer beside me, why, why, why?!" He yelled.

"It has to be a-u." He then dropped himself on the floor while holding the balcony railing.

Unknowingly MB shed her tears, just flowing away. He wiped his tears, looked at his tear-stained hands. Feels wet, he's surprised not a bitch.

'Gue cried, what happened?' inner MB not believe.

Because so far the same anti MB whose name is crying prefers silence, if it is about the affairs of others. Not much different from Gres, they hide secrets, and also sadness. In front of everyone they look fine, but in fact they are sick and fragile.

***

On Sunday all the waiters including Gres gathered inside the recording room, they were standing in front of the CCTV screens. Whispering to each other, came the butler, Dawn and the great mistress.

Followed by MB from behind, Dawn sat down and played CCTV video. Everyone who was there was shocked, except MB and Dawn while watching the video.

"As you can see, a servant named Elsa has done something dirty. In order to get attention, he trapped others. Just for the pleasure and the victim of one of your servants" MB stared intently at Elsa. "First he pretended to help me when I was sick, second he set someone up and third he littered the balcony "

"I'm sorry. I will not repeat it again" said Elsa squatting as she pleaded and held MB's leg.

The young master just silently held back the anger, Gres holding onto Elsa's shoulder.

"Pardon him, give him one more chance. I believe that no one has ever been in a state of disbelief, he deserves a second chance" Gres said.

Not yet had time to answer MB will leave the room, only until the middle of the exit. The sound of Gres sound from the monitor screen sound speaker, the girl jumped in shock. The picture when he was with the haughty guy appeared, because Dawn forgot to turn off the monitor.

Gres immediately covered the screen with a flat smile, while MB turned off all the monitors there. Gres and MB are shamed together. His mother approached the two of them, looking at Gres then MB.

"You must get the excitement," said MB's mother quipped.

Gres' cheeks flushed red, MB explained the incident.

"That's what happened Mother, I'm just making a little good," said Fajar speaking the truth. But a little giggling.

"Mother believes you, and Gres is more careful," rolled his eyes a little lazily, with the lack of explanation they made.

"Ba-ik mistress I mean Mother," said Gres staring intently MB.

"Well, Elsa because you've made a lot of unnatural mistakes. I cut off the relationship between us, get out of here." MB's mother walked out of the room with a slight smile. Seeing his son's funny behavior.

Crying regretting her actions Elsa walked out the front door with a heavy heart, no one said goodbye. But there was only Gres staring at her sadly, suddenly he hugged the girl who was staring at him.

"I'm sorry, you never hated me but ak- "

Gres returned his embrace tightly.

"Don't be sad, it's okay. Make this a lesson, don't repeat it to others."

They smiled at each other, waved their hands and said goodbye.

MB quietly watched Gres, there was also MB's father worried about his son. For him between the servant with his first son was not comparable, moreover the servant was still very foreign to him. MB's father left from there, with both of his eyebrows bent.

Because of the incident MB released photos with family, yep! His mandatory routine in addition to the 5-time prayer. A photo with the family every Sunday. However, he was never once present in the photo shoot.

The Chief Servant ordered Gres to deliver the food to the young master's room, and not to return if the young master did not eat. He brought a tray full of delicious food and drinks, knowing that he did as usual, so that MB would eat his food.

Knocking on the door with no answer, Gres walked in. This girl began to look for books and pens on the MB study table, she began to compose word by word that made her master's heart melt.

THE CLUCK!

The bathroom door opened, unconsciously Gres clumsily too late for him to realize, unable to move his head to turn.

"So you, who ripped my book," said MB squatting next to him, "wrote what lo?" he took the paper from Gres's hand. "Honorary, what are his words? Why not just write to Yth who is honorable father or mother on the spot," he said a little joking toying with him.

'She just came out of the bathroom, where I might have seen her wearing a doang towel.' Inner Gres depressed.

Since then MB noticed Gres difficult to move like a shower statue, to where the loss of speech spirit that makes MB ears almost explode, and maybe he is not breathing, he said, it was strange to see the young master plotting something.

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