The (Un) Mr. Lukcy. Winter

Chapter 16

Hasya was calmer, she stared at the matcha glass she was holding with both hands. Sometimes it is still crowded, but it is not as emotional as before.

"You sure you don't need anything else?" asked Zehan gently. Hasya just shook her head.

"Alright, if you've been feeling more, let's go home. Hmm??" Hasya nodded, but this time Zehan got up from his wheelchair and pushed him slowly towards their car. Hasya swiftly walked beside Zehan timidly if Zehan fell back like before in barbershop.

Zehan has indeed shown a lot of rapid development, especially Zehan was able to stand and walk as normal without aids even for a while but it was fun. This time Zehan deliberately walked again with the help of a wheelchair as his pedestal. Although Hasya was worried but Zehan assured him he would walk slowly, just like when he was training in a therapeutic place, he did it so that his nerves and muscles were better trained to get used to it until finally he could walk again.

Arriving at Hasya's house immediately prepared the needs of his master's bath, Zehan just nodded while slightly massaging the part of his leg that was a little painful. Perhaps this was because Zehan was too imposing to walk earlier.

"Good !! now I can feel the pain in my feet. Wait for the two of you, I make sure my revenge on you will make you beg me for death" inner Zehan smirk inflated his lips.

"Master the warm water is ready" Hasya exclaimed upon returning from the bathroom. But suddenly Zehan pulled Hasya's arm as he was about to pass through it, causing Hasya to sit on his lawn. "Kyaa" cried Hasya, He looked at Hasya sharply but there was still tenderness in it. Their beads clashed with each other, and in time Hasya would move Zehan held him back. Slowly Zehan's hand grabbed and gently caressed the girl's face, stroked her and looked at her fixedly but expressionlessly.

While Hasya felt his blood rustling rapidly, his body trembling bristling, he slightly rewinded his body as Zehan looked at him, he felt awkward and confused as to how. Although indeed he has liked his master but is not too naive if he dreams of becoming a real Cinderella. He was just a maid paid to care for and prepare all the needs of his master. "No. I'm just a servant, it's inappropriate for me to think of being able to get along with my master" Hasya said as she swallowed her saliva as their beads drew closer to her eyes. Hasya bowed her face, her eyeballs moving around irregularly she was completely unable to accept the man's gaze. Heart rate is beating faster, the abdominal cavity feels full of butterflies flying. His logic was still able to think sanely, but his passion seemed to want to explode. Moreover, the man is like the desire of all women. His figure was handsome, tall, smooth skin, shady eyes as well as with a palpitating wealth.

Taking advantage of the sanity that was still left a few percent in his brain, Hasya quickly turned his face away from the face of Zehan. But still he could not move from the perennial of the man. He felt Zehan's right hand firmly embrace his body sitting on the man's lap. Zehan's left hand gently grabbed Hasya's chin and then led Hasya's face closer.

Zehan knew what he was doing right now was already very presumptuous but the impulse in his heart he could not ignore anymore. Moreover, his jealousy has not been extinguished after he saw Hasya familiar with other men, added when in barbershop there are other men who clearly want Hasya. His heart seemed as if it was about to explode from the flames of jealousy that were burning him.

Zehan tilted his head, when Hasya no longer rejected him. Then gently linked her lips with the girl's lips. Netra Hasya was shocked by what Zehan did, he tried to rebel back but Zehan as if he did not care anymore, he instead held the girl's body stronger. He again kissed and kissed again until the girl did not rebel anymore and closed her eyes which could be interpreted Zehan had got a green light from Hasya.

"It's because you've been making me jealous all day" Zehan said. Then his lips came back****** Hasya's lips were soft but full of pressure. His hand guided Hasya's hand to draped around his neck. Then after that he again wrapped his hands around Hasya's slender waist and Hasya's nape to deepen their kiss. The sound of wet shaking filled their rooms. Hasya seemed completely lulled by Zehan's kiss. He responded to every movement of Zehan's lips to puff on each other's tongues and then explore the entire cavity of their mouths, as if lovers were releasing longing that was rising in them.

Suddenly--Hasya seems to get her sanity back when Zehan squeezes her breasts. He encouraged Zehan with all his might to stop Zehan's hand movements that might be more guerrilla if left unchecked. And the things you want will happen.

"Aaah" cried Hasya sighing, as Zehan again kissed and squeezed the chewy mound of his. But the girl pushed Zehan's body until finally he was able to stand from the men's perennial.

"This is not true sir!!" said Hasya while covering her lips which they just used to kiss with the back of her hand.

"What is not true? It's not that we like each other, we're all grown up and whatever I do to me will definitely account for it to you" Zehan said of his piety because his passion was just stopped by Hasya.

Hasya looked at Zehan who was still trying to catch his breath. "We can't be like this sir!!"

"Why can't she, obviously you like her so much that you want to retaliate and enjoy her" Hasya turned her face to recall what she had just done with her master.

"Hhhiiiikkss, I promised my mother that I would keep my honor until I got married"

"JELEDEERR !!!" as if struck by lightning Zehan finally rested on his mistake which almost took the honor of the girl with his lust. Zehan felt guilty when he saw Hasya crying. He closed his eyes and rubbed his face with both hands. After feeling calm, Zehan got up from his wheelchair and approached Hasya who was still crying behind him. Then he gently embraced Hasya's body from behind, the girl did not reject it, the girl's body occasionally shook as she shook. Zehan let out a long sigh, from behind Hasya could feel the breath of Zehan touching the temple of his chin.

"I'm sorry. Please forgive me. But please believe me I didn't mean to ruin you let alone intend to play you. I really like you. If you feel we're too fast. We can do it slowly until your heart is sure that I am truly with this feeling. Hmm?" zehan said sincerely.

Slowly he turned Hasya's body to face her. Hasya seemed to not care, she continued to bow her head with a sobbing sedan. Zehan smiles at the girl he can now make sure they like each other because over time too. For the umpteenth time Zehan grabbed the girl's chin, but this time he just reviewed the smile and kissed the girl's forehead, then hugged her warmly.

"Have not cried again, I so before I can say my word of kabul I will not touch you. But you have to promise me, from now on only I can get close to you. Promise?"said Zehan while hugging Hasya's body which occasionally still moves following his sobs that began to subside. With a gulp Hasya nodded and hugged Zehan's waist.

"Good girl" Zehan said as he kissed the girl's hair.

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