PRISONER OF LOVE LOVE THE WIDOWER

Part 10's. Where I'm

A headache woke me up. I opened my eyes, the ceiling of a different room. The rooms are not very large but well laid out, with modern gray and brown wallpaper, with a view of the garden of a house outside. Where's me! Damnit damnit! Half-twelve o'clock in the afternoon?! How could I possibly sleep until 11pm?! All I remember was me with Marcello last night, and then, I think I met Mr. Derrick, he said something about drugs, .. Then why did I end up here?

My clothes are still complete, there is no strange feeling. Thankfully, at least nothing happened, still wearing a work blouse, dark jeans because yesterday was the weekend.

Bag, cellphone? I looked around the strange room, on the bedside nightstand was my cell phone. Call from Mama 1x, why only 1x if Mama is not worried where I am. Damn I don't know where I am. Whose house is this? Marcello's House? He seems to be living in an apartment, ... This is Mr Derrick's house?!

Oh, my God, why am I here.

I open my door! Just walk through room , there's an open room on the first floor, a living room, a television and a sofa here. This house is a nice design, rapi. I heard a treadmill, there was a man running in the room behind me. If this is Mr Derrick's house, is it likely him, or his son? He said he had a child ... My Gosh's! Why would I get lost in a house like this. My steps followed the origin of the sound and sure enough I found a man with a headset attached was half running on the treadmill. Mr Derrick! With sports singlet shirts, and short training pants. This handsome battery has an amazing body, just look at that shoulder and arm. You won't believe he's almost five heads. He's seen me!

“Hey, already awake.” He who first greeted me, caught me looking at him so much, my face immediately hot.

“Why can I be here?” The first question I asked. He turned off his treadmill, walked towards me. I could see more of his skin sparkling with sweat, dealing with a man like this, not something that could be borne. My v8irgin brain immediately imagined many things combined with the image I had seen of a man. I think I almost ran away and my heart is pounding harder just now.

“We talk later, in front of the right turn there is a dining room. There's Auntie Jum, she's ready for lunch, eat first. Could have coffee tea or milk on him, your head must have hurt. Drink milk. I take a shower first. I've called your mama, she already knows you're here. Okay, I go upstairs first..” He left me without asking any other questions. My heart's rebar is winding down, with a body like that, the position he has he will have no trouble getting a girlfriend in Jakarta. I stamped him F*UVKBOY.

Not the answer to the question that was obtained was instead told to go to the dining room. I can't call Mama right now, worry Mama without explanation, what Mr. Derrick told Mama, what really happened because I'm not sure at all about my memory.

I stepped into the dining room as mentioned by Pal Derrick, an old aunt seen in the kitchen was putting together lunch at the table. A healthy menu of vegetables, team fish, team chicken seems to be cooked with sesame. But the smell made me hungry.

"Ohh already. But he said he'd take a shower first."

"Master said Miss should drink some fresh milk. Momentarily Miss I'll get you.” It was ordered by Mr. Derrick. I circulated the view to this relieved kitchen area, the dining room was not large but connected directly to a sitting room and garden so that it had a broad impression.

"Thank you Bi..." The old aunt gave me milk with a smile.

"You want coffee or tea, I make it."

"No need Bi, milk only ..."

"There's a sandwich left over for breakfast Non, if Non's hungry." He got me a serving box with a transparent lid.

"Thank you Bi."

"I live yes Non. Aunty still has work in the back."

"Yes Bi.Thank you.”  I really feel like a stranger stranded in a man's house like this. If it wasn't for Mr. Derrick knowing Uncle Lam, I don't know what happened to me. I still can't believe the drug problem that vaguely remembers, why Marcello could do such a thing. Auntie left, I drank the milk she prepared, the sandwich was pretty hungry. I got to sleep until noon like this, did someone really give me medicine. But the one that was near me last night was really just Marcello, the time he could, half of me couldn't believe he dared to do such a despicable thing...