Don't Love me

Trying to Adjust

The family who had helped Gres turned out to have been secretly hiding his wealth, they moved to a simple house. But the desire of the head of the household, her husband, the owner of this house, wants his family to move to a house that is very grand and luxurious like in the palace.

MB was up on the balcony of his house, looking down next to another room at a glimpse of a black long-haired woman appearing. Blinking her eyes once, it turned out that the chick disappeared making her a little weird.

MB came down from her room, it was time for dinner she felt thirsty and took a glass of water. It just so happened that as he descended from the left turn staircase, straight on the door leading to the kitchen.

MB shoelaces loose, he lowered his hands, squatting, looking down at his feet while tying his shoelaces.

THE CLUCK!

The door opened a long-haired person had just entered wearing a black striped shirt, jeans and his hair was unraveled. MB followed him from behind, suddenly the girl disappeared.

Brugh!

The back door of the kitchen closed by itself, making MB a little surprised. He immediately picked up the glass, opened the refrigerator, took out a water bottle, poured it into the glass, gulped it down as fast as lightning, got out of there in a hurry.

"Why run, tumben?" tanya Fajar was astonished.

MB remained silent without answering his sister's question, he sat on the bench of the dining table. Chewing her food as quickly as possible, after she finished she climbed up the stairs to her room. Mother and Dawn looked at each other, feeling strange with her attitude.

In the morning at six in the morning MB wanted to breathe fresh air, he headed up the balcony of his house. How surprised he was when he saw many clothes, clothes in a girl. There are, there are***********, clothes and more there. Feeling fed up he got down from there, getting ready to go to school.

Feeling dizzy Gres borrowed a landline, contacted Latus. He could not attend school lessons, Latus the mangosteen agreed. Telling Hafis, of course, Esa who is ready to serve in order to meet the idol of his heart.

Still curious about what MB saw, ranging from a long-haired chick, to suddenly disappearing right in front of him, and a lot of clothesline on the balcony. He decided to investigate it in detail, Males asked his mother especially his sister who likes nyerocos without a semicolon.

Feeling bad at home like this, without doing anything, makes him bored. Finally he decided to meet the mother who had helped him.

Gres approached. "Madam, I mean Mommy," said Gres slightly tensely.

"I don't feel good staying here without helping anything, Bun. I want to be one of the servants here. At least I'm helping, and it's probably worth living here" he continued, asking for a job

"Are you serious?" said Mother asked looking at Gres.

He nodded indicating the answer was yes.

"Well, but if you need anything, just tell the butler,"

"Good Mother." Gres.

Gres started wearing the maid outfit.

Approaching the Chief Maid, Gres began to be taught to prepare food, make tea properly, and see the schedule of morning, noon and night. What to do, from morning to night.

"You must serve the young master, carefully." Firmly the butler walked towards the young master's room.

Gres followed him from behind, many other servants gathered there. Gres just looked at the door of the room.

PRANGS!

CRANGS!

THUMPED UP!

BRUGH!

The voice started to sound, one of the maids came out from there crying. Thrown plate, glass, and last tray. This commotion was common, as their young master was unwilling to eat. The reason is because every morning on Sunday, he is required to come. But he was reluctant to take photoshoots, but that was a routine activity carried out by his family.

How shocked was Gres to see such a rarely seen sight, how could he not? Everything broke, it broke apart. Especially making the waiter cry, the last time Gres defended others he would get in trouble. This time he chose to stay silent, afraid of losing his job and his place of residence.

"I get scared when it's my turn, am I gonna get out of his room alive, okay?" Gres imagines the death of RIP. "Aaah no! Don't let me go in there."

At seven o'clock in the evening, MB feels like she misses her first love. Without thinking for a long time he climbed onto the balcony so wide, he reached above to see the clothesline of white. Installed neatly there, he also accidentally saw a long-haired girl standing in the middle of the clothesline.

The wind kept blowing, making the clothesline fly in place. Little by little the faces of the long-haired girl that made MB curious began to look. Unknowingly his foot stepped on its own, approaching the figure of the girl. His hand holding the other cloth against his face, removing the cloth from his face he began to see clearly the girl.

They looked at each other, a cloth covering Gres's face. Makes it difficult to see clearly, who is someone who is standing in front of him. As he opened the white cloth, his eyes were rounded, his mouth agape and his heartbeat stopped for a second. His face and the man's face were very close, it turned out that he MB was looking at him seriously.

"What are you doing here?" MB stepped closer to him.

"How do you know, I live here?"

Forced to be cornered Gres stepped back, silent the easiest thing he did at this time. Trying to regulate his breathing slowly, MB instead stepped forward to approach him.

"Don't come any closer" said Gres, closing his eyes as he raised his palms to a stop.

"Too long you answer my question, then the longer you are stuck here, too" said MB trying to tease him.

Gres smiled holding back his embarrassment. "Finally, you're still waiting for me. As you did before, now you're leaving after I give you an answer,"

"Then, say,"

"I work here, as a waiter. If you don't believe just ask your mother, she will definitely give you an answer. But, before that .. I'll call the young master, because you barged in without permission,"

How dare he call his mother mother, want to report to the young master again?

MB smiling flat. "Call me, I want to know if she's coming?!"

"Yes horror? He was a cruel man," Gres summed up all of that on his first day seeing the maid come out, to the point of crying from the young master's room.

"You'll be sorry." Ketus Gres with passion.

A few seconds later the Chief Servant went upstairs following the young master, confidently Gres called out to the young master. Although he himself did not know his name, but he still tried to convince the man in front of him.

Just a few steps up the stairs someone called.

"Young master, madam told you to come down," said the Chief Maid down while looking at Gres, winking her left eye gesturing rapidly downwards.

Hearing that statement, Gres was in deep shock. The butler was already downstairs first, he waited for his young master to come downstairs.

'So, MB is that cruel young master. Address already, my future is bleak.' Inner Gres swallowed his hard-earned saliva.

"Our business is not finished yet." MB came down from there followed by Gres behind him.

'What, is he threatening me now?' gres's mind was singing his mouth while looking down.

Suddenly MB stopped suddenly while descending the stairs, Gres who was not aware of it. His body crashed, MB rear body, MB legs slipped as they were about to fall. Reflex involuntarily the guy hugged her, they rolled down falling down together. Gres and MB fainted, everyone screaming rushed to save them.

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Just started ...

Sympathy between them, or hatred?

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