Love of the Son of the Maid

Beginnings

"You think I can't, get Aira? Just snap a finger. Yes, he was a submissive child and never denied. Not a barbarian girl who likes to be rebellious and likes all she wants."

"....."

"Haha.... Yes obviously dong you're rejected. Well, you're not capital anyway. Even if Ira says her son's a maid in my house, but she might have some taste. I understand you're a rich man, but maybe you're less sweet at treating women."

"....."

"If I was okay. I'm sure, if no one can resist my love, let alone Ira's class. I believe that. You don't believe it, it's none of my business."

"....."

"Yes yes, I understand. Yes already, it's late afternoon.I want to take a shower and fall for a while. Papa is not responsible if you give a job."

"....."

"Okay, see you, bye."

The call was turned off unilaterally by Arjuna Sastra Suseno. The mature man in his early thirties chuckled softly on the balcony of his room, unaware of his mother's presence standing glued to the door of the balconies.

Shortly after turning back, Arjuna was surprised. His mother stood awkwardly with eyeballs staring back and forth.

"Mama?" Arjuna tried to calm down, although he himself was worried that his mother, Tri Ningsih, would hear his conversation with his two best friends. Just look, even Ningsih's eyes look suspicious.

"Who is it, Juna?" ask Ningsih slowly.

"Sama Aryo and Rehan, ma. Mom since when was she there? Why not excuse me? I'm sorry, Juna didn't hear that mama was coming." Juna stepped in, peeking at his mother's cheek before he led her to the balcony.

In the afternoon, dusk came so beautifully. The golden Red sky looked stunning with perfect value in Alfan's eyes. Birds chirping, accompanied by the brightness of the shadow that flew to and fro, further adding to the perfect impression of the afternoon panorama.

Ningsih looked at her son, her eyes intensely looking at Juna from top to bottom. Juna is indeed the perfect man, with the highest level of good looks among his friends.

His skin was pure white, with sharp eyes and firm eyebrows. His jaw was sturdy with high cheekbones like an aristocratic man, his sharp nose, as well as a chin that looked increasingly made Juna handsome many times Fold. Do not forget his jet black hair, accompanied by a sixpack body, makes many girls dream of wanting to touch it.

"How old are you, Juna?" Tanya Ningsih who then made Juna roll her eyes off guard. Unimaginable, Juna hates conversations that talk about his age, when he got married, and who the candidate Juna has.

"Not to start, ma. Mama doesn't want to talk about age anymore. Mama herself already knew that Juna had just entered the head of three."

"new? You just said? The age of the three heads you say new, when you should have a wife and children. Look at your friends, Juna. They are on average carrying children. Until when will you be single? Your mom and dad are getting older. What if mom and dad die without feeling the pleasure of holding a grandchild?"

Ningsih couldn't help but get annoyed this time. But Juna was careless, as if he was unencumbered or depressed. This was not the first sentence Juna received. So, yes, Juna will not be provoked in the slightest.

"Until Juna finds a girl who deserves to be with Juna. Note, ma. That girl. Not a widow or an ex. Nowadays looking for a girl who is pure girl is difficult, so Juna does not want to if until the origin of choosing a partner."

Juna challenged his mother. By asking for it, Juna was sure his mother would have trouble finding a girl.

"Yes already, then meet papa and mama later after dinner. You don't want to be denied, you don't want to accept rejection." Ningsih passed away, leaving Juna who called out to her until half-screamed.

"Ma, mama. God, fuck me." Juna said annoyed half-deadly, just after the door of his room thumped hard.

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Aira Marlina, the eighteen-year-old girl, had just passed her final exam this afternoon. But he has cooking skills that are passed down by his mother. The girl was very smart, and also had a talent for cooking. In addition, Ira is also a girl who is adept and obedient, polite, friendly and kind to everyone.

And when dinner was almost ready, his master, Iskandar Suseno came to see him with his wife.

"Ira, can you come with me for a second? Same with you, huh?" Ask ningsih.

Aira who was indeed very obedient, of course she nodded and did not refuse at all. "Good, Mom."

Now, Aira sat down restlessly, waiting for Iskandar and Ningsih to start talking to her first. Likewise with Asih who is no less worried, afraid if later he makes an unintentional mistake.

"Of Asih, Ira, I'm sorry to have you come to this room. It's about Juna. Aunty knows, doesn't she, that Juna is now three heads?"

Iskan, open the conversation without making small talk.

"Yes, sir. I understand."

"I want Juna to have a wife soon. Just now, I'm talking about this with my wife, if I want Ira to be Juna's wife, forever until death separates."

Duuarrr.....

As the thunderbolt rattled during the day, Ira reflexively looked up and widened her eyes, staring at Iskan and Ningsih in turn.

Did Ira not hear wrong?

"What, sir? Ira?" Ira asked again to be sure. But Ningsih and Iskan nods simultaneously, explaining enough.

"Yes. You're willing, right? I hope you are willing, and make Asih agree to my plan. I'm not going to press Ira what to do, just think about it. Tomorrow night, I'm waiting for an answer from Ira." Ningsih. There's no more chance Ira has to say yes, or no.

"Tap... but, but den Juna, how?" Ask asih.

Asih just don't want to, her daughter will live a one-sided household. A little happy, Asih did not deny that he was very happy to be able to be helpful, be advised to the rich. Merely, Ira's happiness was also important to him. Ira is the only child she has.

"Juna is my business. He too, I don't think he'll mind."

Answer the brief. He talked about this with his wife. After dinner later, Juna remains to be suppressed and interrogated around his statement last night, when ningsih accidentally heard him talking to his friend.

"Let Ira think about it, sir. Getting married is not just a two-day, two-week week, but forever. Ira wouldn't want it later either, den Juna."

"Don't worry, Ira. As long as you are willing and willing to open up, Juna will never disappoint me, my husband, nor you and your mother." With great confidence and confidence, Ningsih seduced and tried to influence Ira.

"I'll set you free to ask for anything, Ira. Just tell me, I'll try to fulfill it." Iskan began to spread his deadly seduction.

Ira just opened her eyes to think. Presumably, the girl was using this opportunity to get what she wanted.

"What if Ira asks..........."

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