MY HOTSHOT LITTLE MAID

Chapter 7. Enamoured

Rita woke up early. After Doing the obligation, Rita started the activity every morning. Cleaning the floor and cooking. Cuisine for breakfast this morning, toast and a glass of milk.

While waiting for Putra, Rita sat down while leaning her head on the dining table with one of her arms. It felt very comfortable and he started to fall asleep.

As Rita begins to fall asleep, Putra comes for breakfast. He was stunned when he saw Rita fall asleep despite the dining table.

The son slowly walked over, pulled up the chair to sit down and was near Rita. He saw a beautiful face that he had not noticed clearly. There was a sense of thumping when close to him. Especially as he was now, looking at his face so closely.

Am I in love with her? Inner Son.

The son took a heavy breath. What would people think of her, if they knew that she loved a little girl. People will consider him a child predator.

Rita, the 19-year-old girl, is able to make him interested. So he makes a plan to keep Rita near him. By making her a maid under a contract of employment that benefits the Son. With the fine system, Putra managed to bind Rita.

At first she is attracted to Rita for wanting revenge, for what she did the first time they met. But some time living together, that sense turns into dependence.

The son is of course prestigious to confess his feelings. Because if Rita finds out that she likes Rita, Rita will laugh at her. Judging from Rita's nature, she would definitely laugh and mock him the entire time.

How could I possibly fall in love with a little girl like Rita. The girl who is bland and there is no tenderness, the inner Son.

It is undeniable, if Rita has natural beauty. Never had Son seen her dress up, but she still looked beautiful. Her skin was white and soft without any touch of care, still remaining smooth looking. Her lips are naturally red without any lip-splitting. Unfortunately he was very chatty.

The son drew his face closer and wanted to see him closer. Looking closer, she was getting more beautiful.

At that time, Rita woke up because she felt a breath hitting her face. His eyes slowly opened. Seeing the face of the Son only two cent of his face, he spontaneously straightened his body and slapped the face of the Son.

"You, why did you slap me?" son asked, grimacing his face.

"I'm sorry, that's my reflex in shock. It is innate because of habit. Let me see," said Rita frantically as she tried to examine Son's face.

"Wow, until it's red and imprinted. Sorry," said Rita again with regret.

"Rita, is this how I should work?" ask the son to panic.

"Patience, Sir. Wait a minute," said Rita then went to pick up her powder that had not been used for a long time.

"What is that, Rita?"

"Bakk, but when did I buy it. What, lest it expires?" rita answered and muttered.

"To cover my slap marks. Sure you can," answered Rita confidently.

"No way. Am I a woman?" reject Son panic. "Where do you know that powder can cover a slap. It's the need for medicine, not powder."

"Remember it to the side, like to be asked to marry," led Rita while closing the powder back in her hand.

"Married, I will not refuse. Origin, the candidate, as I like," said Putra to reply to Rita's teasing.

"Okay, I forgot that Pak Putra has no candidate yet. Surely the choice is too high, so Nemu not yet huh?"

"Not really. My choice is simple. The girl you think is enough" replied the Son who sedated Rita for a moment. Then the sound of his laughter irritated the Son.

"Not very sensitive, you fool," muttered the Son.

"Oh, my stomach hurts. Don't .. don't look for something like me, Mr. Son will not be strong. Calm, unruly, fierce, has high reflexes. No wonder what abis hit," said Rita trying to stop his laughter.

"Rita, I was kidding too. Having a wife like you, must have extra high patience, to be able to survive. Never mind, this still hurts," said the Son grimacing.

"Here, do I need to blow it so that it doesn't hurt?"

"Your capsule can too. But, slow down."

Rita sat closer holding the Son's chin and began to blow the still red face of the Son. Rita felt really guilty so she would do something to get rid of the guilt by helping her.

Rita's breath, like the flow of electricity that spread throughout her body. Rita's touch makes Putra's heart beat very fast. His heart was pounding and what made him feel awkward and wanted to immediately run away was his little sister who suddenly reacted.

"You're upset" muttered the widened Son feeling his pants tight. He immediately let go of Rita's hand and then left, before Rita realized that He was able to cause her desire that had been as if dead.

Rita let out a long sigh seeing her master leave without saying thank you to her first. The rich are arrogant.

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