One Night Stand With YOUNG MASTER

About Ardy's Dad

Jian gave a glass of warm tea to Ardy. The man seemed to be thinking about something.

"You're having nightmares?" jian asked splitting the silence, then he sat down beside the man.

"Not a dream," he answered flatly.

"Want to?"

"That's a reality."

Jian looked at the face of the man who was looking straight ahead, his gaze blank. It seemed like the man had a bitter past regarding his family. Jian became curious as to what had really happened to the man.

"Mmm... What happened to your father?" the man was slightly piqued by Jian's question, so he was now staring at the woman sharply. "I .. I didn't mean to-"

"My father died" concluded Ardy, stopping Jian's nervousness. "He was killed by his own wife" he added.

Ardy looked straight ahead again, while Jian was shocked to hear it.

"By your mother?" tanyanya.

"He doesn't deserve to be called by the name you say."

"But how did that happen?" curiosity further tickled the woman.

"He betrayed my father to another man and I hate him so much!"

Jian then heard what Ardy had just said. He did not expect that the man had such a bad reality.

Jian so thought to himself, does Ardy's hatred of his mother have a big effect on other women including himself? What has he always used to channel the satisfaction of his desires as he pleases is that he is actually channeling his hatred? I don't know, Jian was confused.

"But, sir. He remains ib-"

"DON'T SAY IT AGAIN IN FRONT OF ME! I hate to hear it," jolted Ardy, then moved from his seat to his room.

Jian's body trembled at the crack. Apparently Ardy was really traumatized by the time that made it this way.

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Damar put on an anxious face while looking at the phone screen in his hand. He contacted Jian several times, but his daughter's number was still out of touch. As long as Jian worked outside the city, the woman had never given him any news. She was afraid her daughter was out there.

"What are you doing, son, over there? I'm so worried about you .." Damar looked at the photo of Jian used as a Whatsapp profile photo. Then hold the phone in his chest.

Sementra in Apartment.

Jian was making porridge for Ardy. The man did not want to eat and did not want to leave the room after snapping at him earlier.

Jian did not want the man to get sick especially until he continued to trouble him so that he did not go to work long ago. Not working a day makes him feel guilty.

After making the porridge, Jian went to his room for a while to dig his cell phone lowbat since this morning. Because he forgot his muncharger last night.

Then Jian went towards Ardy's room after taking the bowl of porridge on the dining table.

"Tuaaaan .. "call him while knocking on the door. "I made you some porridge. You haven't eaten since morning."

Jian stepped towards the bed cautiously, unwilling to disturb the man's composure.

"Who let you into my room?"

Jian stopped his steps for a moment, now he was silently staring. It turns out that the man was not sleeping.

"Mmc ... Sir, I'm just dropping this off for you" he said, revealing the bowl in his hand.

"I told you I don't want to eat!"

"At least eat a little."

"Bring it up again, I don't like porridge!"

"I've been working hard to make it. You have to eat! I put it here," Jian put the bowl on top of Ardy's bedside nightstand.

"I told you -"

"You will definitely like it from today," Jian concluded, then passed from there.

Ardy looked at Jian's departure with an annoyed look. It turned out that the innocent woman could be more stubborn than him. While Jian returned to the room, turned on the phone that had just charged a few percent of the battery. He was surprised to get many calls from his father once his phone was turned on.

"Dad?" while looking at the screen, there were 13 calls there.

"Why did you call me this much? Did something bad happen to her?" his feelings began to worry.

Whereas during his stay in the Apartment, every time he contacted his father, his stepmother always answered his phone. And Mella says her father is fine.

As he was about to call back to his father, a message came in to stop him.

Jian, didn't you go to work today?

Are you sick?

Jian, where are you?

I'm on the 8th floor, which Unith? Why are you so hard to call?

Deggs!

Suddenly his heart was racing faster. Daven's on the eighth floor? What reason should he say? What if the man was determined to knock one by one the door of the Unit on the floor?

Seriate...

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