Hell Lecturer Enchantment

Dirty.

"I'm not his grandfather" said Sanjaya lirih firmly but clearly heard by Ariana. Ariana just swallowed her saliva. He then returned to the middle room.

"Let me take Dita's clothes to your room" Mikael said. Ariana nodded. Before they step up to Paryo, Sanjaya's confidant, calls Ariana.

"Why, Sir?" ask Ariana.

"The father told me that Den Mike's room was in the back" said the man, looking down but with a look of doubt and anxiety.

"I'll take this to Ariana's room after that I'll go down to see the room that will be occupied."

"Yes, let me wait here, then" said Paryo.

Ariana stepped in front of Mikael. Dita told me a lot about the Mikael family who paid attention when Mikael and Ariana were not by her side.

"This is the room we will occupy" said Ariana showed her Salem-colored room. Impressed softness and femininity. Mikael sighed when he saw Ariana's bed. Ariana followed Mikael's point of view and knew what was on his mind.

"There are no toys here but Mom still keeps a lot of dolls" Ariana said, showing a high shelf containing her doll collection.

"Well.." said Dita asked to get off the sling of Ariana.

"The phone is funny-funny Mom," exclaimed Dita happy. Mikael then stood next to Ariana and hugged her waist. Ariana turned her head, met face to face with Mikael's brown eye bead. Mikael's family is of mixed Arab descent so his face and body are mostly similar to that of the people there.

Mikael leaned his body towards Ariana's ears.

"I miss, but it seems like I have to be detained for a year" he said. Ariana immediately pinched hard Mike's waist.

"A year is not a long time because we can go through six years without being together" Ariana said.

"You're just making my mood go down."

"You agreed to it anyway" Ariana said.

"Yes, we have to be patient. Then I go downstairs first to bring my stuff to the room I'm going to occupy." Being in the room with you makes me stifle and will torture me" Mikael said.

"We, may I ask you a favor?" ask Mikael.

"Yes, Dad." He looked up and looked at his father.

"You turned your back to look at the doll on that shelf. Don't turn your body around before I call."

"Okey," said Dita, according to what her father said.

Mikael quickly twisted Ariana's body so that they faced each other and her lips scowled Ariana's wet lips. He *********** is up. Full of longing, passion and desire, also a sense of despair because they know they can not do more.

Ariana who was not used to the fast rhythm Mikael made panting so unconsciously a small moaning sound came out of his throat.

"Mother why?" ask Dita. They immediately stopped the movement in shock. Mikael goes out the door with no strings attached and Ariana neutralizes her mixed feelings into one.

The woman rubbed her lips while smiling slightly. "It's okay."

"Why are you hunting out, Mom?"

"Dad has to tidy up the room he's going to occupy."

"Now, let's arrange your clothes in Mom's closet" Ariana told Dita. Dita then according.

"Mr, stay here?" mikael asked politely even though he knew the man had prevented him from entering the house at that time.

"Yes, along with my wife. We live in a small house behind the main house."

They then walked through the spacious kitchen to the rows of rooms of the plantation workers. Sanjaya Gardens are wide and wide. He is the landlord of this area.

"How many workers are there in this house, sir?" asked Mikael enthusiastically.

"If there were only ten workers, three working women would take care of the kitchen and clean the house of seven men. Partly as the head of the estate and partly take care of the sale next to the house." Mikael nodded his head.

They stopped at a door with some wood peeling off. He started to turn the key on the door then pulled the door handle down.

Mikael was a little surprised but he had to accept any test that was in this house. It is not like a room exactly but a warehouse that has been unused for a long time.

Many cobwebs, full of useless and dusty stuff. Walls are peeling everywhere. Smells of musty and stuffy rooms. He looked towards the window that had been on the nail and researched what was broken. It just doesn't have a house key.

"Sorry Den, I just obeyed Mr. Sanjaya's orders."

"It's okay, I'll take care of it. It's just, I don't know where to take that stuff?" mikael asked, trying to be patient.

"Just leave Master later let me help get rid of it, but for this room no one can help you to tidy it up. Sorry," said the man, looking down badly.

Mikael smiled broadly. "Look easy, sir. In America, I also had to clean up the house that I would own. It's not a big deal."

Paryo raised her face. I don't think that guy's acting like it's okay. Wasn't he the grandson of the wealthy Haji Toha. Must be used to a luxurious and pleasant life. It must be a tough challenge for him. But not what happened was the opposite. Mikael looks relaxed looking at the stuff.

He then took off the expensive shoes at his feet put in front of the door. Unlock the shirt so that what remains is a tight inner shirt showing a nice and clean body.

He started to lift the stuff.

"Where's the bathroom, sir?" ask Mikael.

"Inside there, Den. But it seems to need to be cleaned and repaired because it is not used for a long time. If there is outside, put it in the corner of the hallway. Publicly owned, Den Mike must queue if he wants to use it.

"Okey, I understand."

"I'm leaving first, Den. I want to check the water in the garden. Afraid of the water from the river overflowing into the irrigation canal and into the garden that could make the chili trees we planted die because the soil is too wet."

"Oh, yes, I have. Then you just keep the job."

"Yes Den."

"Den I heard Den Mike took Slamet's son to the hospital and financed him?" ask Paryo curiously. Why is it that Mikael, who met Slamet for the first time, wants to help someone who is nothing?

"I'm just helping as much as I can. If my child is sick, there is also a feeling of fear and worry so I can imagine the fear felt by him.

"Den Mike is really good?" paryo.

"Well, not entirely good. I was also wrong a lot. His name is also a person who is being converted."

"It fits Non Ariana just fine, '" Paryo stopped.

"What's all, sir?"