Mysweet Savage Boss's

Mysweet Savage Boss's
Han Yuraaaa!



Arkan arrived in front of Yura's house ...


He immediately went down and helped Yura who was still in pain to stand on her own, Arkan really took responsibility for her actions this morning.


"Thank you very much, brother," said Yura who felt like a lover of Arkan all day.


"Yes, let me first bike!" sahut Arkan and he went back up on his mount.


"Yura Han!"


The shout momentarily stopped Arkan's intention to completely pass from there, Arkan felt compelled to meet Yura's parents and apologize for what befell Yura today.


"Rapid?" arkan asked Yura who felt awkward, she was embarrassed that Mom was yelling like that when she had Arkan in front of her.


"Yes," he said.


"Hey Yura!", Mother had already arrived outside the gate of the house, her gaze immediately fixed on Arkan who was back down from his motorcycle and immediately stood in a row beside Yura.


"Siang aunty," said Arkan.


"Oh, you've got a brave boyfriend! want to step over your sister huh?" mother asked, making Yura very embarrassed, Yura was ashamed of Arkan who was just dumbfounded to hear Yura's stepmother's nagging.


"Not ma'am" Yura argued.


"What is this to say? and which bike are you, huh?" nagging Mother again, Arkan only found out that Yura's mother was hannoying it and she lost respect for Mother.


"This is my upperclassman, ma'am, this morning I fell off the bike until my leg was hurt, kept Arkan help me until he also anterin me home!" yura replied, she was hiding the true story. Yura didn't want Mom to suppress Arkan, Arkan himself to the point of clucking with Yura's confession.


"Huh, teledor! Well, then how can you anterin Mom's cookies, huh?"


Arkan glanced at Yura, he was impressed by the way Yura spared her from her mother's chatty nagging.


"Thank you very much, Sis, see you!" yura said then he hinted Arkan to leave immediately in front of his mother. Yura blinked her eyes and Arkan perfectly understood Yura's intentions.


"I'm saying yes" Arkan said, then he got back on his bike.


"Today there are many orders! I don't want to know if you have to drop everything, with or without a bike!", Mom still continues her scolding until she enters the gate again and Yura follows her from behind.


For a moment Arkan held back the pull of gas, he witnessed how Yura got bad treatment from his mother, even Yura had hidden the facts about her accident so that Mother did not nag Arkan.


Could it be that Arkan was impressed by Yura's figure?


Yura felt a different color in her life, Arkan's treatment today made her feel so special. It felt like he had not received such attention for a long time. Yura changed her uniform with her favorite denim jumper, she also trimmed her hair until it formed a sweet hairbun. Somehow after school he became a bit flirtatious, maybe Yura was imagining being Arkan's girlfriend for real.


"Yura Han!"


"Huh, how can you deliver all this if your path is like a conch?" again and again Mother nagged, instead of helping Yura treat her wounds Mother continued to curse Yura.


"I'll drive from now on ma'am, let's finish before magrib!" his proposal.


"If at this hour, your customers are still at the office, how the hell!" he said, yes, yep, Yura chose to be quiet. All this time all of Yura's advice was always wrong in Mom's eyes.


Han Yura's ...


What a sweet name, right? There are Korean-korean nuances too, Yes, Yura is an indo-korea blaster. But because since orok he has lived and settled in Jakarta, then in the accent he was like a genuine local.


Ibu Yura was a student of the student exchange program 19 years ago, she met Yura's father who is a native Jakarta person at the same campus. They met and fell in love with each other. Until one year later they decided to get married even without the blessing of their parents in Korea.


It is said, Ibu Yura experienced severe depression because she never got the blessing, until finally Yura was born and she still often experienced baby blues syndrome. The condition of mental stress that makes his body sick until death at a young age. Yura never even felt a mother's touch and embrace.


It was quite tragic indeed, which is why Yura never tried to find out the news about her late mother.


Yura lived with her father for many years until she fell in love with the widow, Mother and Tania. I hope for a new wife who can love Yura with all her heart but unfortunately it is not like that. But Yura always tries to be grateful for everything, no matter if she lives like a cinderella.


Yura is a beautiful sweet-eyed girl, she has no creases on her eyelids, typical of the eyes of east Asians. Chuby cheeks are adorable, his nose is pointed because Dad also stores Indo-norwegian mixed blood. Being a charming sweet Yura girl, it's just that Yura never dressed up like most teenagers, many factors caused it.


First, Yura did not have time to style like her peers and second factor, she did not have the budget to buy the souvenirs of sweet items typical of teenager. She will have new clothes and shoes if Tania is tired of her old stuff, only Tania's old stuff becomes her stuff.


Actually, when the father was still there, Yura almost always got the items she wanted but since Father died, it was his chance to get the allotment of pocket money and monthly money.


"Yuraaaa Han!" again Yura heard the call, now from a different source.


Yura turned her head and Tania immediately walked over to him, Tania had just come home from school, she must have been messing around after school.


"Gue needs an explanation!" sue Tania, Yura suspects that Tania must have been curious about her being together with Arkan all day at school.


I just listen to it while tidying the jars of the production cake.


"What explanation?" ask back Yura pretended not to understand Tania's intentions.


"Do not pretend to be! Why have you been helping Arkan all day?" tania asked with judgmental eyes, Yura did not know what to explain, which was certain in the middle of her words Tania would interrupt and blame her whatever Yura explained later.


Yes, Yura was always wrong in front of her brother and stepmother.