Story' With Young Master Al

Episode 8

"come home" Amora was surprised instead of playing, the man with his right hand grasping Amora's hand and his left hand into the pocket of his pants

"when was it here?" asked Amora who was staring at Alfa

"Not so long ago, let's go home I'm a laper" said Alfa as she walked away from IPA 4 class and did not remove her hand link with Amora's hand

going through class after class with a hand grip that still looks tight, making Amora as a gossip material for Agra High School girls....The famous playboy and arrogant alpha now joined hands with the famous girl plain and innocent.along the way Amora just lowered her head, the, shame and fear were mixed into one if Amora could just want to disappear at this moment.

Alfa opened the car door for Amora "please, beautiful" she said gently

Alfa gets in the car and runs her car out of the school, of course all the Agra High School students are seeing a very rare event, Alfa is a playboy but this is only the first time she has opened a car door for a girl.

"Sir, you shouldn't treat me like that"

"why indeed?"

"i, just an assistant, Mr. Alfa, should have behaved like that"

Alfa ruffled the top of Amora's hair with anxiety "it was at home, if at school or outside the house was different"

"how do you mean, sir?"

"the bottom line is that outside Lo's house, princess, for me" he said

"where there is an assistant so princess, sir, don't bother ya"

Alfa stopped her car on the side of the road, looking closely at the girl who was now in her favorite car, whether since when this girl started running around in the head of Alfa, Alfa, simple but able to make a guy with a playboy cap five feet to just want to have one girlfriend that is Amora.

"sir, why do you see me so?"

"because Lo is beautiful"

"if that's not to be doubted anymore, sir"

Alfa smiled slightly then rubbed gently on Amora's left cheek, Amora blushed shyly her head bowed and both cheeks were red.

"Lo why? cheek Coke Lo...." Alfa laughed with satisfaction at Amora, chubby and red tomato cheeks very similar to tomatoes. Amora raised her head and looked at the guy who was currently laughing in satisfaction, Amora raised both corners of her lips revealing her sweet smile, she said, seeing his young master laugh it felt very calm unlike the Alpha he used to see.

"sir, why me?"

"hahahaha that's a funny oath then"

"mr Alfa, also if again the handsome gini laugh so good to see"

Alfa eased her laughter and looked Amora in the eye "is I usually not good to see?"

Amora nodded softly "yes usually right, sir, always cold cuek rarely talk and yes rude"

"okay, I promise I'll change"

"uh, seriously, sir?" asked Amora who reflexively lifted her body from the seat of the car

"yes, but there are conditions"

"what, sir?"

"Lo be my girlfriend"

Amora opened her mouth wide while blinking repeatedly, staring at her young master in disbelief, who was right if the son of the sultan was courting the same assistant.

"why silence? want right?"

"sir, don't joke around don't be funny"

"who's kidding?"

"now I'm asking you"

"what?"

"Lo've seen me joke?"

Amora shook her head slowly after remembering if Alfa had ever joked, and to her knowledge Alfa was indeed a typical guy who did not like to joke.

"well, so how?"

"gi-gimana what's n, sir?" amora asked nervously

"Lo that's yes, so my boyfriend from now on" Alfa pressed in a serious tone

"no, girlfriend, sir, that's a lot of taukk"

"so how do you want to go?"

"yes I really want if you have a girlfriend, she's just me, there can't be much" replied Amora while staring at Alfa with her innocent gaze

"okay if it's Lo, tomorrow I'll break them all up"

Amora widened her eyes, bringing her face closer to Alfa's face looking at Alfa's handsome face seriously. "why Lo? wanna kiss, hmm?"

Amora moved her face away from Alfa's face quickly "no way, no good origin nyium-nyium" Amora said with both palms covering her face. Alfa is anxious herself with Amora's behavior.

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Amora combed her hair long and thin, Amora hair is very beautiful when stroked let alone her hair is very soft when it was shampooed. "hemm, girls as beautiful as this, Fathan, not tempted" he who stared fixedly at every sculpture of his face which was fairly perfect

"it's beautiful, fine, sweet, smart, good at cooking again.when do you want to be ready to be a wife?" a man wearing a black shirt and black pants is now standing leaning against the door of Amora's room

"l-loh, Mr Alvan, since when was there?"

"since you talked to yourself"

"means, sir, nguping huh?"

"ngaco Lo! yes not it"

"keep going, sir, why stand in front of my room?"

"so unintentionally passing by and talking to yourself yaudah I just mengguping"

Amora looked at Alvan doubtfully, it seemed like her young master was lying. "master, lie huh?"

"no"

"hayoooo I can't be lied to know"

"dripped"

"let's just say if, sir, you want to see me"

"so narcissistic Lo"

"let's say, sir, don't be shy"

"all right now, I'm going to sleep"

"good night, sir, good dream huh" Alvan went and gave his thumbs up

"it's time for the princess to sleep" said Amora as she turned off her bedroom lights lying on her soft mattress errat belonging to the master and mistress.