Passion 3 love

1. The gardener's son

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...Ayana POV....

As usual, I was busy in the morning. I'm Ayana Jasmine. There's nothing special about me.

I'm just a gardener's son in a wealthy family. Armanto Family.

My mother died a long time ago after giving birth to me. I never saw his face or rubbed it. I've only seen it in photos and yes, I must admit I inherited her face.

" Y....! Where's my pants?" Shouts of someone echoing filled the room where I was currently ironing clothes.

It's always been that way, hunting me down while I'm at work. It's still 6 in the morning and I'm like a mother who has a hard time taking care of her three children.

" Which pants are you, sir?" I deliberately emphasized the MASTER's word to him, a burly man who was only 3 years older than me. His name is Jackie Son of Armanto. From this whole house, he's the most ignorant of me.

" Mister, sir!" His his hissing with a high voice. He doesn't like me calling him sir.

" That, bell pants. The blue dongker!" His grunts then barged in by only wearing a waist-length boundary towel while his chest was exposed everywhere.

It was common for me to see such a sight. Every day he treats me and makes my eyes, heart, and mind stained.

" This is right? " The pants were folded neatly in the arrangement of the pants and he pulled it just like that to make the others fall scattered. I've always worked like this he loved seeing my upset face. " Oops! Sorry for not intentionally!" Her heart as well followed by a thousand steps she ran away leaving me screaming emotions.

" ... !!! " I threw************** in his direction but unfortunately did not know about it but instead was caught by the number two child of this family. Alex's name. Alex Son of Armanto. A soft and sweet figure. I admit he's a warm guy. Happy for the woman who becomes his wife.

" sister? " I'm also embarrassed. Now I can only look down in fear that he will rebuke me.

He came closer and was only 3 miles away from me. " Where is my maroon-red das? " His voice was soft and a little hoarse made me cringe and have a desire to be his wife. Hehehehe was shameless if I wished it was like that. No, no, I know myself enough.

I took the tie that was still in the basket of clothes and I ironed for a moment. " This. "I said to extend to him. He lowered his head and lowered his neck. I've already memorized what he wants. Yeah, every day she wants me to put her tie on. " Tomorrow don't throw my panties at Jack, just throw your iron on his head." Said the latter put **************** on the ironing table.

Whahuh?

****** ********??

Oh, God!!!

****...!!

I'm really embarrassed right now. Maybe my face has been flushed like rotten shrimp. But, she still acts sweet. He smiled and rubbed my head before leaving. " Hurry up and have breakfast with us." He said he disappeared behind the door that made my heart explode.

" Yes, "great me and I'm back to tidying up the pile of pants that fell down earlier.

" Na.. Where's my shirt? " The baritone voice of a dashing and tall man who was getting closer and made me look up at the distress.

" Which shirt is my sister? " I saw it, half wet hair and also the smell of masculine make me intoxicated. The hypocritical woman who refused to acknowledge this side of her good looks. " White shirt. " needle.

White shirt? Aren't many of his work shirts white. " This one's Na, "He snatched the white shirt that was already hanging in the hanger.

Intentionally, they deliberately add to my work in the morning, afternoon, or night. They see me as their little sister. But, not with Jack who many times said if I was his future wife. And me? I must have thought a thousand times about it. He's so ignorant, what if I become his wife?? can be thin dry I'm in the works.

The man who carries a white shirt has been wearing his trousers but not with his shirt, you could say his appearance at work is at will. Will not look neat if you will not meet important clients. " buttons! " His command is to stretch out his hands as if he were about to fly.

It's mundane..

" Will I see a client? " I asked who complied while buttoning his shirt. I saw his face that was still moist and decorated with a few water grains left over from the bath. Looks sexy And seductive. Dai shook his head quietly without seeing me and was busy looking at the flat object in his hand.

" Later help you accompany Lena shopping. He wanted to go to the Mall, he said. " His words, who then smiled, glanced at me and left without waiting for my answer. I can or not, but I have to.

Lena, who's Lena?

Lena is his wife. Wife of this man. Gino Son of Armanto.

Me, my job in this house is to take care of all of them. Father, Mother and her three children, also her daughter-in-law.

At the dining table.

I came while pushing Kak Lena's wheelchair. She is a less fortunate woman. He used to be a dancer. But an accident took everything from him. He became paralyzed by a fatal accident. Also her uterus, she had to do the removal of the uterus because of the accident.

I must admit, this family is very good. They are rich, but can still appreciate other humans. They are not high-minded. Evidently they approve of the marriage of Kak Gino and Kak Lena who have many shortcomings.

" Lena, you will be accompanied by Ayana. I have a visit to a new branch quite far away." Brother Gino opened the sound after previously only the sound of spoons and forks clashing on the dinner plate.

Lena smiled. " Yes Mas. " Reply answered gently. His face looks shady.

" Ay.., Hemh....! " Jackie swung her lips at me asking for something and I knew what it was.

I could only obey and roll my eyeballs lazily while snorting. " Yes." Yeah." I replied with a heavy heart and then grabbed a tissue and wiped the corners of his lips that were affected by the sauce.

" Cih! Mother, did you see your son? he's spoiled for Ayana. She's a big Mother. It doesn't deserve him to be like that." Alex protested with a look of dislike.

" Ohih...! How many years have you seen this every morning? Still protesting. Have you not yet memorized your sister's habits? " Mother Winda was impressed to defend Jackie the youngest.

" Oh, Comeon.. Mother...." Alex again protested.

" why? What is the harm of spoiled against the future wife. Isn't it Dad?" Jackie snatched Alex's words.

Always and always Mr. Dhani Armanto mediates this adorable little quarrel. As for me, I did not dare to open my voice. I realize who I am. Being able to sit one table in the middle of them like this was more than enough for me because I was just a gardener's son here.

" Task first Want not Ayana same as you Jack! "

The one who had calmed down and refused to talk finally spoke as well. Gino spoke with a flat, uncaring look on his face.

" Want to dong! " Sambar the youngest is sure.

I just kept my head down, not daring to answer his words.

" Yes, would ya? " He the prankster raised both his eyebrows and blinked spoiledly at me. I really wanted to grab her eyelashes right then and there.

" He wants to. Silence means that, right? " He was convinced of his own opinion.

Oh, blimey!

You are a rich and handsome man. Why not just look for another candidate. I'm just Jackie's gardener..!

As always, on campus.

" Don't go far! " Grow it as the legs begin to move one step from its side.

If at home he always says I'm his future wife. Else if on campus, he lightly announced to everyone that I was his girlfriend. What right do I have?

I can't resist because the threat will make my life more difficult. But sometimes from this pretend relationship, I also benefit. At least do not bother to spend transportation money again, Hihihihih...!

" Yes my dear brother. It's just gonna take out the trash. " My grunts are really lazy if you have to argue.

He grinned and flaunted his rabbit teeth "Hehehehe, don't go far. You know I'm easily missed? " That is by making aegyo.

It sounded faint and boisterous in the ears of the many women who adored him as he showed his aegyo. They say it's cute, sweet, and funny. But for me? Just ordinary.

" Yes, yes..." I pinched his gnarled cheek while glaring in annoyance and gritting my teeth so they wouldn't read my next words. " Fucking monster..! " My wife who was followed up with my best smile.