Marrying a Mysterious Man

Gripping Circumstances

“Master, wake up, don't fall asleep on my shoulder,” said Kalala trying to wake her up. Jackson still did not respond.

And suddenly ....

Duk ....

Jackson's head banged to the side of the table, as the man had completely lost his balance and was already unconscious.

When she saw him, she opened her mouth, and covered her mouth with one hand.

“Master!” pekik's panicking. Kalala hurriedly confirmed Jackson's position and rewinded his body to be laid down on the side of the sofa.

“Yeah, until red,” he said in a panic.

Hurried Kalala stood up from his seat, then tried to lift Jackson's body which was quite heavy trying to raise it on the long sofa that had been occupied since.

“Jeez daragon! So heavy, uh, this is what concrete body is!” kalala was still trying to lift Jackson's body onto the sofa.

Seemed once from the facial expression of Kalala, let alone see the veins in his hands that were struggling to hold the weight of Jackson's body.

And until finally he managed to lay the burly body of the man on the sofa. He patted his hand slowly. Then rub a little sweat on his forehead using the back of his hand.

“Huh! Finally can too,” said Kalala fatigue.

He looked at the handsome face of the man. He seemed familiar with the face, but he forgot whether he had met before or he just felt something like de javu.

Instead of thinking of another, another, now his eyes were focused towards the red bruise that was on the man's clean forehead.

Kalala also opened a P3K box that was available in the bathroom in the hotel room. Then he also took out a special bruise medicine, so that the bruise was not to become a lump.

Kalala sat on the carpet, right next to Jackson's face.

He poured the anti-bruise medicine into a piece of cotton in his hand. Then slowly he rubbed it over the bruised red Jackson's eel. Treat it slowly and full of tenderness. After that, he returned to take care of the P3K medicine and put it on the table. He rushed to get out of the room immediately.

However, a sight that was not wearing made itself retreat. He looked toward Jackson who was asleep without a pillow or blanket. And Kalala also took the initiative to get a pillow and blanket for Jackson.

After picking up a pillow and a thick white blanket, Kalala approached Jackson again, slowly and carefully raising Jackson's head and keeping the pillow under his nape, and now Jackson can fall asleep with a soft pillow that supports his head.

It's just that, when Kalala was about to release her hand from under the pillow, she had a little trouble because her hand was pinched.

And when he tried to release his hand from under the pillow, Jackson suddenly embraced his body, holding it until Kalala fell over Jackson's body.

Kalala's heart immediately pounded uncharacteristically, the distance between their faces was really very close. The chest of the fireworks, along with the roar of their breath that feels mutually unpretentious.

“Gosh! Sir, please let go! I'm not a bolster, sir, I'm a man.” Kalala was still trying to keep her body away from Jackson's embrace, but Jackson even tightened his embrace while smiling widely as if dreaming of something.

And forcefully, Kalala turned her body back away from Jackson. And that movement almost made Jackson wake up from his sleep.

“Meet me,” muttered Jakcson unconscious, with his raucous and weak-sounding man.

“Huft! Fortunately, I was able to escape,” muttered Kalala, confirming her slightly messy clothes.

He also wrapped the thick blanket in half of Jackson's body, then set the AC temperature, so as not to be too cold, he shifted it to 20 degrees Celsius. And after everything was finished, Kalala came out of the room.

He stretched the muscles of his hands and neck. Scrubbing his shoulder that feels sore. Then he went to the hotel's locker room.

“Mbak, I went home first yes,” said Kalala to one of his friends who was part of the night watch.

“Loh, I think you've come home from earlier. Well, wait for the Lord the owner of the hotel must be tired yes,” said Desi co-worker.

“Hm, he's really tired. Should be a bonus if this is haha,” replied Kalala diririringin joking about salary.

“Quietly, usually if you use the work, surely you will be given a bonus kok,” Desi replied. After that Kalala left the room.

Kalala lives in front of the highway sebrang hotel. He was waiting for the arrival of the onlen ojek he ordered.

The streets tonight seem very quiet. There were only a few vehicles passing by on the road there.

And after waiting for approximately 10 minutes, the motorcycle taxi came.

“Times yes?” ask the Ojek brother.

Online objects that wear a black jacket and use a different motorbike from the motor shown in the application.

“Sorry yes, use a different motor with in the application.”

“Oh, i-yes. But, why don't you wear a special jacket?” tanya Kalala was a little suspicious, especially Abang ojeknya was fairly young, only there were a few aura-aura not wearing that Kalala felt from Abang ojek.

“Anu, it's a rain jacket, so wear a jacket that I have aja,” he replied. Kalala long-oh while nodding slowly.

Then he immediately went up to the motorbike matic bag. Still with the clothes are fairly sexy because Kalala did not have time to change clothes because he wanted to rush home.

Ojek's brother, took him away to his home address, only, when in the third of the red light, suddenly Abang ojek turned his motorbike in the wrong direction.

“Loh, Bang, but the road to my house is straight 'no turn,” said Kalala a little scared.

“Let's relax, I take you via a shortcut, in front there was an accident, so the road is closed while again if TKP.”

“Really?” tanya Kalala was a little scared.

“Iya, just calm down, I am not a bad person really,” said the brother ojek.

Although Abang ojek said that, but Kalala's heart still felt worried, he was quite afraid, because the longer, this Ojek brother took him through the road that felt increasingly lonely.

“Bang, the road is getting quieter huh. What's wrong path?” kalala asked with thoughts and feelings that were not calm.

“True Mbak his way here.”

“T-tapi—”

Kalal had not been able to continue his words, suddenly the motorbike he was riding stopped suddenly on the side of a fairly quiet road, which on the edges there are empty buildings and high straw.

“Loh, Bang motor why?” tanya Kalala was alert, directly down from the motorbike.

“Waduh, like the motor broke down, Ma'am,” replied the brother ojek then took off his helmet. Come down from the motorbike and glance towards Kalala with a difficult gaze.

Dug, deg, dug, deg, Kalala's heart is pounding more and more. His hands were trembling. The fear that had enveloped his mind since then seemed to be growing more and more. He retreated his steps still in alert mode.

“Mbak, wait a minute yes, I check the motor first,” said the brother ojek, grinning.

Kalala nodded, while continuing to rewind her steps little by little away from the Ojek Abang.

Ojek's brother opened the trunk of his motorbike, then took an object that could not be seen clearly by the eyes of Kalala.

“Mbak beautiful, why stand far away? Here near me, afraid that the tablets are dark,” said Abang ojek with a tone of voice that is enough to make Kalala's hair goosebumps and her shoulders shudder.

“Mbak, have a girlfriend yet?” asked Abang Ojek full of tease, who suddenly walked closer to Kalala with a gaze that was enough to make Kalala know, if it was the gaze of a man who was wanting something.

“No, don't come near!” kalala shouted in fear.

The man grinned, rubbed his chin while staring at Kalala from top to bottom as if enjoying the beauty and the dandy of Kalala's body.

“You, really sexy yes, Beby.”

.

.

.

Seriate....