
This time they were all on holiday abroad. Mrs. Big wants to invite Joya but Joya can not take a long leave. Finally Joya was left at home only with a driver and security guard.
Joya left for work and returned on time. Mrs. Great fixed v-call routine to make sure Joya's state is fine. Joya enjoys her solitude in the house and spends her time cleaning after work.
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Three days after Mrs. When the family left the country, Joya just came home from work. He brought some documents from the office to do at home because Joya did not want to overtime.
After a shower and dinner, Joya sits down at the dinner table and starts working. He completed the reports one by one quickly while sending an e-mail to the related division.
Suddenly peet! The power went out just as Joya finished sending the last e-mail. Joya looked around in complete darkness. He was not too afraid of the darkness.
But what made him a little anxious were the voices that emerged from within the darkness of the house. Joya turned on the flashlight on her phone. He tidied up the documents piled up on the dining table and brought his laptop back to the room.
As he wanted to close and lock the door of his room, the noise grew louder and louder. Like the sound of a crackle bag that is usually used to wrap something.
Joya walked up to the door of her room and she cried out in surprise,
Joya: "Aarrgghh...!! Hmph.."
Boy smothers Joya's screaming mouth in front of her face. The bag she was carrying had fallen to the floor.
Boy: "Shut up, it's me. Noisy."
Boy released his provisions on Joya, he took a crackle bag down there.
Joya: "Master??!! Isn't he still on vacation?"
Boy: "This is my dirty shirt."
Instead of answering Joya's question, Boy simply said a line of words and turned away from Joya's presence.
Joya put the bag in the laundry room and rushed after Boy who was seen standing near the dining table. He took water and drank it.
Joya: "Master, have you had dinner? Can I make something?"
Boy: "Spaghetti 1."
Boy pulled up a chair and sat down at the dining table. He glanced at Joya fumbling for cookware in the kitchen. Joya forgot to bring her phone.
A ray illuminates Joya's back, Boy points his cell phone flashlight at Joya and stands nearby.
Joya immediately cooks spaghetti for Boy. Once ready, Joya served him on the dinner table.
Joya: "Please, Sir."
Boy: "Grab some wine."
Boy pointed his phone at the wine storage cabinet located in the corner of the room. Joya picked up a bottle of wine Boy used to drink and poured it into Boy's glass.
Boy: "Sit down, accompany me for a drink."
Joya: "I can't drink, sir."
Boy: "You're not gonna drink this. Drink up."
Joya relented and took the glass as well. He took a sip of the wine and tasted it very good.
Joya: "Great boy..."
Joya holds both cheeks enjoying the sweet taste of wine. Boy smiled faintly seeing his ploy succeed.
In the dimness of that night, Joya did not realize there was a pair of eyes that continued to love her. Looked at him who was enjoying wine.
Joya wanted to stop drinking, but the taste of wine captivated her and continued to pour wine into her glass.
After the fourth glass, Boy kept the wine bottle away from Joya.
Joya: "Don't take the bottle. Want some more."
Boy: "You're drunk. That's."
Joya: "I want to go to my room. My room."
Boy: "Tonight you should sleep with me."
Joya : "Son... Can't do. My room..."
Boy carried Joya who almost lost consciousness to the 2nd floor. As she was about to get into Boy's room, Joya began to thrash.
Boy lowers Joya, pulls his hand into the room and locks the door of his room. Joya fumbles around looking for a place to hold on.
His head began to turn dizzy, his eyes almost completely closed. He tripped over the edge of the bed and fell on Boy's bed.
Electricity finally back on, Joya has fallen asleep with the position of lying face down on the bed Boy.
Boy flips over Joya's body to correct his sleeping position. Joya's t-shirt unfolded revealing her slender stomach. He was wearing a shirt and a knee-length skirt that night.
Boy's desire starts to flutter seeing Joya. He almost approaches Joya when the voice of Joya's phone shocks him.
Boy took Joya's phone in his skirt pocket. Mrs. Big calling. Boy rubbed his face rough, the dilemma before him made him restless.
Boy picked up the phone and talked to his mother.
Boy: "Hello, ma'am."
Mrs. Great : "Boy? Where's Joya? Why are you picking up the phone?"
Boy: "Joya sleeps, ma'am."
Mrs. Great : "Sleep? What are you guys doing? Boy...!!"
Boy: "So Joya drinks wine, ma'am. He's drunk now."
Mrs. Big : "Boy, why did you keep him drinking wine?"
Boy: "Boy just.. prank..."
Switching connection v-call. Boy feels his life won't be long. He pressed the green button and his mother's face appeared on the phone screen.
Mrs. Great : "See Joya... Where's she?"
Boy pointed the camera phone towards Joya who was still sleeping with her shirt uncovered. Boy glares in shock at Joya's appearance and quickly pulls the blanket over Joya's body.
Mrs. Large : "Boy... Please take care of Joya. If you get scuffed when mom checks, get ready mom law ya."
Boy: "Yes, mom..."
Boy swallowed his saliva looking at his mother's horrible expression. Four days later they would all go home and Boy thought about what punishment his mother would give him.
Want scuffed or not scuffed, his mother will still punish him after knowing what Boy did to Joya.
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At 5am, Joya wriggled awake. He looked around Boy's room and realized where he was lying.
Boy was still asleep next to him, Joya got up from Boy's bed. He slowly approached the door of the room while holding his head.
He remembers a little bit of what happened last night when he was drunk and Boy forced him to sleep here. At least that's what Boy did, Joya turned to look at Boy who was still sleeping.
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