Handsome Gangster Love Trap
Kitchen Messy
The Surya had just climbed the sky. Morning dew is still visible on the leaves. The breeze of the morning wind blows, sending cold but feeling cold.
In a house that has two floors, a girl looks busy preparing breakfast in the kitchen. I don't know what kind of dream he had last night, to the point of being able to wake up this early. It's a record, and the girl should be given an award for being able to get up so early.
Clontang... Krompyang....
Strange sounds were heard from the kitchen where he was. Is he preparing breakfast or is he brawling? The state of the kitchen is no longer helped, arguably almost similar to a broken ship. And that loud noise reached the ears of the middle-aged woman who had just set foot in the living room.
Intrigued by the noises, he hurriedly went to the kitchen. Both of his eyes were perfect. "O MY GOD, LUNA. WHAT EXACTLY ARE YOU DOING TO YOUR KITCHEN?!" the woman who was none other than Lady Xia.
Instead of answering her mother's question, Luna instead grinned at the horse showing a row of neat and clean white teeth. Then the girl scratched her non-itchy nape. "Ma, are you coming?" he said he approached his mother.
"What happened to your kitchen? Why is it messy like this?" ask Lady Xia again.
"Cooking, I plan on preparing breakfast for myself. But who would have guessed the results were even smashed like this. By the way Mama's coming to deliver breakfast, huh?" Luna looked at her mother with sparkling eyes.
Madam Xia let out a long breath. "If not delivering breakfast to you, what else?! Better clean your kitchen quickly, after this new breakfast. Girl but her hobby destroyed the house, Luna-Luna how can you be a good daughter-in-law if this continues?!"
Madam Xia continued to grumble while cleaning up the messy kitchen because of Luna. Because if Luna did it herself, she wasn't sure the kitchen would be back as it was in no time.
And meanwhile, regret was not seen in the face of Luna even though she had destroyed her kitchen and made her mother angry. Even Luna ignored the mother who was still nagging. Because such a scene was not something new to Luna, because not once or twice she upset her mother.
"Why just talk? Help Mama clean up the kitchen!!" pinta Madam Xia.
Luna smiled again. "Mama, by yourself, yes. Now I have to go to work, and for breakfast thank you, Mama is the best and second to none. Ma, sorry. But you just clean it yourself, the kitchen, I go first." exclaimed Luna as she waved at her mother.
"YAKK!! Luna Where do you want to go back quickly?! Help me clean up the kitchen and don't run away!" mrs Xia exclaimed but was ignored by Luna. The woman sighed. Facing his youngest daughter sometimes does require extra patience.
Ignoring Luna who had already pissed him off was half dead. Madam Xia continued her work, but she understood that Luna was very spoiled and since childhood had so much affection. Despite that, but Luna did not grow up to be a spoiled girl who always relied on the treasures of both her parents. Because Luna since childhood has been independent.
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The sun stood high on the throne. Some young people were seen ruling the streets with big motorcycles. Overtaking several vehicles that drove in front at high speed. Not infrequently they get scolding and abuse in other riders . But they don't mind it at all.
Those handsome faces were covered in wounds, even fresh blood still appeared on his wounds. Indicates if the injuries are new. The black metallic motor with the red and silver Pollet seemed to lead the other four motors, but the black motor suddenly slowed to the confusion of his friends.
"Zian, what's wrong?" ask the young man sitting on the red bike, who is none other than Max.
Zian turned around and approached a girl he knew very well standing alone at the stop. And no afternoon, of course, surprised him. "What are you doing here? Where's your car?" ask Zian to that person who is none other than Luna.
"Zian, how come you're here?" instead of answering Zian's question, Luna asked back. "And the stain on your clothes is blood?" surprised Luna when she saw many blood-like stains on the clothes that the young man was wearing.
Curious that the stain was really blood or not, Luna also approached the heck and forced the young man to take off his helmet. "Your petals are hurt again?!" shocked Luna saw fresh blood coming out of the injured youth temple.
"Hhh, just a small wound. Get on, I'll take you to your place of work." Pinta Zian who seemed to have understood Luna's current purpose.
The girl shook her head. "Later, we should treat your wounds first rather than becoming an infection" he said. "There's a pharmacy around here, you better take me there to buy medicine and bandages" Luna's pinta and then sit in the back of Zian's big bike.
The young man sighed. Zian had no choice but to obey Luna's wishes, given how stubborn the girl was. The big motorbike also drove towards the pharmacy that Luna meant.
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Silence enveloped the togetherness of Luna and Zian. The two of them are currently in the Han River park. Luna was treating the wounds on Zian's body, the most severe of which was the wound on his right temple. His old wound that had begun to dry was hit again by a new wound so that the wound was bleeding again.
"What actually happened? Why did you get to an egg like this?" Luna looked at Zian curiously. "Have you just been in a fight?" ask Luna to make sure.
"Just give a little lesson to those bastards who like to look for trouble and struggle with me." Answer Zian.
Luna breathed. "I really don't understand you guys, what is it about brawls, wild racing, drunkenness, that you like doing it so much?" Luna looked at Zian curiously.
No response from Zian. The young man chose silence and had no intention of answering Luna's questions. And after nearly fifteen minutes, Luna finished her work. The wounds on Zian's body had already been treated and the bandage closed.
"You must be late, I'd better take you to your place of work." Zian said as he got up from his chair.
Luna nodded, assuring. "Alright, I'm almost too late by chance."
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Seriate.
