Leaning My Naughty

What Is My Lack?

A flash of that shadow was slow motion in his memory. And now that girl he had been fond of for a long time, soan came back with Erian. What's he supposed to do? Killing that bajing*n guy? Raided him with his affair with Nurbaya, so that his eyes were open? Or the...

“Ah, you fool!” Own urine.

“Why do I have to make it again?” Grumbled.

Walk into the mirror. Staring at himself, groping his face, facing his body left and right. Ensuring its appearance.

“I'm much more handsome than Erian's.”

He who had not worn clothes since, because he had thrown his clothes at Nurbaya to be washed, raised his hands up, like people want panco or style to fight muscle fighting. “Macho-an also me!” Still protesting.

“More Ok-an my face!”

“Kok can the brother like the same Erian? What's better than me?”

“Mobile? My car is also cool!”

“Mandiri? I've been independent since He asked for it.”

“Money? I have one too!”

“Honest? Being loyal? Don't ask again. I got all. I've always been honest with her, just liked her, just her!” Uff! Sighs, then goes silent.

Satria was silent for quite a while, watching her face.

“Ah, because I am not an adult?!” Looking at his own face.

“Alright, I will use fertilizers, so that my sideburns, beard and mustache are thick, to look more mature, hm.” He stroked his chin.

He immediately took the phone in his pants pocket.

[Young Master, there's something I can help you with] replied the Secretary of the Gods over there picking up the phone.

[Buy me a hair grower!] his orders.

The gods are silent, thinking, and confused.

[Why is my brother silent? Listen no?!]

[Yes Young Master, I was thinking, what does hair mean? Hm, as I recall, Young Master's hair is already lush and dense. Is there a problem with your hair, Young Master?]

[That's you know that my hair is still good, sister, I asked for hair medicine so that I have a sideburn, beard and a bushy mustache!] satria.

Eh? The Secretary of Gods was flabbergasted to hear it. What else will this Young Master do? Always asking for strange things, surely this is always related to Nurbaya.

“Did Miss Nurbaya ask?” Thinks.

[Alright Young Master, I will buy it, then, what m.... BEEPING!] the Secretary of the Gods speech was cut off. Satria had turned off her phone unilaterally before she finished her remark.

“Basic teen pubescent! No manners the same old one!” Secretary of the Gods ngedumel.

If the Secretary of the Gods were to protest, what about the other assessment? Because Satria, far, far, far better than him!

Satria just smiled, just talked and asked him. On the other, he just stared intently, not hesitating to punish, even his eyes did not blink when his bodyguard broke the arm of a thug who was teasing Nurbaya at the time.

His eyes did not blink as the old gentlemen begged and even prostrated at his feet asking for mercy for failing to complete his orders. No matter the punishment of employees who are late and lazy to work.

Highlight his eyes were never attracted to the seductive bahenol woman, even he was just silent when his bodyguard slapped the cheek of the woman who tempted him to bleed.

It is possible that many employees are angry and arrogant at him. But they still depend, they need a job.

**

Nurbaya had returned to her room to pick up the suit and shirt that Satria had thrown at her on the floor. “Basic kid Naughty!” He still rubs his cheeks.

He walked into the kitchen, turned right, straight, until he found 2 washing machines there. He put a suit and shirt in the washing machine separately with each washing machine.

“Eh, Mba. This again nyuci Tuan Muda.” said Nurbaya.

“Loh? It is my job Neng. Just let me. I checked all corners of the Young Master's room, and even kissed all the clothes hanging from the wardrobe to make sure the clothes were dirty. But no.” explained the waiter.

“Hate everything?”

“Yes, Young Master sometimes likes to mix, used up in the pack, hung only in the closet, sometimes entered a dirty bucket. So must be kissed all that hanging it.”

“Ngerepotin really so people, the base of a child, clothes alone can not finish which is clean and dirty.” sumpul Nurbaya.

“Biasalah Neng, We are in the salary to do so. Uh, that means Mba is working to wash.”

Hm... Nurbaya.

He doesn't work in this house, but his mother and father worked in the Damrah family a long time ago. They live in the back house. Nurbaya is free to enter this house because of Satria's request. And all the servants knew that Nurbaya and Mona were treated well by Satria.

“Yes, Just go back, let me finish.”

“Don't Mba, the bigger the problem. Do you know what it is, Young Master?! All he wants must be obeyed. He told me to, let me. If later Mba who fussed, we could be sprayed with him.” explained Nurbaya giggled at the end of the sentence.

“Alright then, I continue my other work first.”

“Ok, Mbak.” Nurbaya says.

I don't know how many times the washing machine spins, even Nurbaya has spent 3 packs of kuaci.

The cup! Suddenly his cheek was kissed by Satria. “Let the pain that was gone.” he said smiling seductively.

“Naughty boy, how dare you play me!” Nurbaya immediately put down the quaci she was holding, stood up from her seat, banging on Satria's arm. The young man chuckled.

Then he hit the other one.

“Feel this!” He was banging Satria's ass. “You dare bite me, then kiss me!” yells.

Still unsatisfied with beating Satria's ass, he also pinched Satria, then tickled the young man, until the young man fell into his body.

Yeah, their positions now look like lovers. Nurbaya rested on a vibrating washing machine, Satria who fell hugged her accidentally. Their faces looked at each other.

Satria's heart danced, singing yel-yel, Baby Love You, Baby Love you. Ahhhh!!!

Maybe like that, if the heart can make a sound. Or maybe say, Baby look at me, Only you and me.

Inversely with the feeling of Nurbaya. He pushed hard Satria's body. “Intentionally yes?! Basic son Naughty!” He immediately grabbed Satria's ear.

Though just now He almost fantasized hand in hand with Nurbaya in a white wedding dress, then he carried his heart. Hadeeehh, patient Satria. Another lot of effort, cemudangz!

“Sick brother, freelance! Don't be strong!” whining.

“Biarin!”

“Kak why the hell so fierce with me? Why don't you like me?”

“Because...” Nurbaya hung the greeting and her hands pointed at Satria's chest.

“Because you're a bad boy!” continued.

“Nakal dikemananya? I have always been kind, obedient, considerate, loyal, honest and independent. Like dream man sister.”

Nurbaya.

“Terus?” tanyanya looked at Satria with a mocking look.

“What is my lack of Erian?” satria asked seriously, he changed his face, looking at Nurbaya inside.