Let go of me, Young Master!
Cie....
The sun was almost as tall as his height but Gea was still lazy to get up. Moreover, today is a holiday to be a servant of Mr. Zidane and he returned home. When moments like this, Gea uses his time to rest in order to enjoy his time or even buy his time to fall throughout the day.
"Gea, get up quickly, it's noon, '" his mother said as she laid down her lunch. Today his lunch is enough to buy hodgepodge only because he also has to do a lot of laundry.
"I'm still lazy, Mom." Gea was still reluctant to reveal her blankets, rarely could she sleep this much.
"Pamali's daughter wakes up in the afternoon, her mate is om-om, want to?"
"No papa ma'am from the handsome om kayak Song Joong Ki I also want to."
"Based on the child if it's the same Om that the mother also wants, son."
"The problem is that Om Song Joong Ki wants to be with Mom?"
"Dih, yes obviously want if for example know the wong Mother deliberately does not want to know him. Definitely Ma'am who is now the latest gossip Jong Ki, still waiting for Mom, really." Pede once Gea's mother while shaking her waist.
"Heem, the ration of the parents of the contract here if so," said Gea still curled up under the covers, he was sure after this his mother would be angry.
"Ogah, the bangkotan that she does not fit with Mom. Mother is still beautiful like this you want to match the father of the contract owner until old mother will also want." Gea is giggling.
"For if you marry the father of this contract we will be free from the money of the contract, Mom."
"You really are a bad boy, Gea, cooking to sell his own mother" his mother said with a smile. After that he immediately left Gea and returned with a routine of working on a myriad of laundry that was still piling up behind.
It was only around 11:00 pm that Gea got up from her sleep.
"Have slept almost 12 hours but still tired also if working long still college tired also this body wants kayak how the hell?" gea never felt right with her body.
Just as he was wriggling his body, the phone located on the table shook. Gea picked up the phone immediately.
"Hello dear," until Mr. Zidane first because Gea was impatient to see his lover's face through a video call. Directly Gea replaced his camera with a rear camera because he himself just woke up from sleep and his face was still a mess certainly did not want to make Mr. Zidan feel like he was seeing a ghost in the middle of the day his hair was still dishevelled.
"Hello Sweetie."
"Why did the camera change back camera?"
"Fear you're seeing a ghost this afternoon."
"Heheh, I just woke up hehehe." Listening to Gea said that if he woke up at this time, it would be something very foreign to Mr. Zidane because for almost 30 years of life he never once woke up more than 06.00 am. Because the teachings of his mother were so late at 06:00 and immediately the activity was not just silent. Now it's almost 12:00 p.m., and Gea says she just woke up.
"Have you slept this morning or have you slept again?" asked Mr. Zidane half in disbelief.
"Why did I just wake up?"
"Gosh, you're a girl when she wakes up at 12:00."
"Not often is it a problem?" Mr. Zidane began to get anxious with Gea's statement.
"Yes already if so you should take a shower soon and I'll be in 15 minutes coming to." Without further ado, the phone was unilaterally closed by Mr. Zidane. Gea was just dumbstruck while sitting back on the bed that he had longed for.
Instead of him making a tongsi and waiting it is better to directly grab the towel and go into the bathroom to clean yourself. For approximately 2 months of dating, of course, he already knows the plus and minus nature of Mr. Zidan. He knew very well that Mr. Zidan was the one who did not like being late and liked most of all the people who were on time and he disliked the people who lied and betrayed him or her stabbing from behind.
True also after 15 minutes a luxury car output the latest German country was immediately perched on the front page of Gea. Of course this makes the next door neighbors start to wonder who came to his house at this time.
Fortunately he has finished wearing a modest outfit but he looks so charming in the eyes of Mr Zidane.
"Just get in the car" said Mr Zidane wearing his sunglasses.
"Wait a minute I haven't said goodbye to my mom." Gea immediately ran to the back to greet her and told her mother that she would be away for a while with the boss. Gea hasn't had much courage to be honest about her relationship with Mr. Zidan fearing if his mother refuses because their background is already different even within the caste system Mr. Zidan occupies the upper caste whereas Gea occupies its own lower caste.
Completed the change of the trial leader was directly in the car and start it and then drive to get out of the yard. The neighbors are now starting to be difficult with Gea who says she has got a boyfriend of rich people like this. Yes I mah everyone also knows if the car used by the master and for today's operation is indeed a luxury car and the price is also not kidding. There are some of them who accidentally know the style along with the courtroom in the car directly searching the price of the car on the Google page.
"Where are we going?"
"Go to the salon."as usual while driving Mr. Zidane replied as necessary and without looking at Gea at all because for him to focus on the streets is more important than taking the time to focus on Gea. Safety is the main thing for him.
Gea follows Mr. Zidane into a famous beauty salon in the city. Mr. Zidane had previously reserved for Gea, so after arriving there they were immediately welcomed by some of his employees. Kia was confused because she was so respected by the employees at the salon.
"What's this about?" gea asked half a whisper to Mr. Zidane who was walking upright in front of her.
"Obviously I wouldn't hurt you going to this salon." Gea snorted in annoyance at Mr. Zidan's answer always seemed to contain a puzzle. But Gea followed the man along with some of the salon employees. Arriving in a room he was immediately amazed. His mouth was open and his eyes were not blinking.
