The Charm of Mas Jaka

Come on, Serve Me

"Don't be too confident, Mum. Love is a matter of heart and heart Dara has been adrift in the figure of Mas Jaka," replied Dara, who ventured to stare sharply at the young man who continued to bring his face closer.

Bambang hardened his jaw, the young man looked extremely angry.

The young man drew closer to his face, even the smell of Bambang's breath, the smell of cigarettes, was clearly smelled by Dara and it made Dara's stomach become nauseous. The girl could not stand the smell of cigarette smoke.

Dara shut her mouth. "Mas, please quickly open the door, Dara wants to puke!" pinta Dara, who has difficulty opening the door handle because it is locked automatically.

Bambang smiled grinning. "Don't look for excuses, brother. Because I'm gonna give you an autograph with a kiss. Yes, a sweet kiss that will make you addicted" said Bambang who now only a few inches away from Dara.

Dara was still covering her mouth, the sensation of nausea was getting worse and wanted to be vomited immediately. "Don't blame Dara, if Dara vomits on Mas Bambang's face!" exclaimed Dara, who was getting closer to smothering her own mouth.

Dara was still trying to open the car door, cold sweat pouring down her forehead because it held nausea in the stomach. Dara's hands even shook.

"Don't joke, Dara! I can even do more than kiss you, if you pretend like this!" hardik Bambang's.

Reflexes, Dara vomited contents in his stomach while looking down until Dara's feet dirty exposed his own vomit.

Bambang's hand that did not want to step aside, was hit by Dara's vomit.

"Become! What the fuck! You threw up in my car!" bambang shouted while wiping his hands with tissue.

Dara closed her eyes, she did not care anymore even though her feet were dirty. Dara also does not care to hear Bambang who continues to grumble.

The cute girl still closed her eyes while enjoying the sensation of nausea in her stomach that had not subsided, Dara's tears even came out.

While Bambang was still grumbling, while cleaning his hands. 'Damn it! What night is this week! Not a good taste, even apes!'

"Sorry, Dara had told Mas Bambang before, that Dara wanted to vomit. But Mas Bambang does not believe in Dara," said Dara weakly, still with his eyes closed.

Bambang sighed harshly. 'Good thing you're beautiful, Dara. This time I'm sorry, but not if next time you let me down again. You will immediately brush me, Bambang's inner, while glancing at Dara's protruding chest.

"Well, let's just go home, brother. I don't want you to get sick and blamed by your parents" said Bambang with a sour face.

Mr. Carik's son immediately turned his car around and drove the expensive car at high speed so that he could get to Dara's house immediately.

Upon arrival in the spacious courtyard of Mr. Kades' house, Dara immediately went down and ran towards the side yard where there was a water faucet commonly used to water the plants.

Dara regurgitated the contents inside her stomach, which had not completely been depleted.

Ms. Rosma who heard the roar of the car engine stopped right in her yard straight out, she then headed towards the sound of Dara who sounded vomiting.

"Oh Allah, Dara. What's wrong with you, Nduk?" mama asked Rosmah in a panic, while massaging Dara's nape.

Of course Dara could not answer, while Bambang who had come down just stood dumbstruck beside the car.

After the contents in Dara's stomach drained, the girl then washed her feet from dirty exposed vomit earlier in the car.

"They seem to catch a cold, ma'am," Dara reasoned, still cleaning her legs. Dara did not want to tell the true events to the mother, because she did not want to make her mother become worried.

"Mom, please tell Yu Sarti to clean Mas Bambang's car. Dara threw up in there, Mom," Pinta Dara pointed at Bambang's car.

"Yes, yeah. I'll call Sarti," the mother replied.

Bambang. "No need, Mom. Let it be cleaned bi Irah at home," refused Bambang still with a sour face.

"Bambang, take a break, ma'am. It's night," said Bambang later, who was actually just looking for an excuse to get home soon.

'I need an impingement now, I need to go home soon, ' Bambang grumbled inwardly.

"Once again, on behalf of Dara I apologize, Nak Bambang," said Ms. Rosmah softly.

Back Bambang nodded. "It's okay, Mom. His name is also not intentional, right, Dik," said Bambang while turning to Dara who had finished cleaning his legs.

Dara who was standing next to the mother smiled faintly. "I'm sorry, Mas" asked Dara slowly.

Bambang was forced to smile, although it still looks sour.

The young man then immediately got into the car, he opened all the window glass so that the smell of vomit Dara who was still in his car was disguised.

Bambang immediately drove his iron horse to leave the courtyard of Mr. Kades' residence to go home immediately.

Upon arrival at home, Bambang got down in a hurry and closed his car door loudly. The young man looked very emotional, an emotion that he had been holding back from earlier because he did not want Dara to know his temperament.

Bambang yelled for the maid in her very large house. "Bi Irah!"

A middle-aged woman, walking in a hurry approached the employer's son.

"Excuse me, Mas Bambang," Bi Irah replied after being right in front of Bambang.

"Get Auntie's kids, Kamto told me to clean my car inside, Dara threw up there. And Rully, tell me to go to my room right away, I'm tired and sore all. I want a massage" said Bambang who sounded very authoritarian.

Bi Irah could only nod and immediately passed from before Bambang to call his two children who lived in Pak Carik's house behind.

Yes, Bi Irah's family hitchhiked in Mr. Carik's house is rich because Bi Irah does not have a house to live in. He once owned a small house made of bamboo, but when there was a wind*****pick of the house that was occupied with his two children it was destroyed and could not be corrected anymore.

The village along with the people who helped, are trying to rebuild Bi Irah house of course with a more decent building. And for a while, Bi Irah hitchhiked in the residence of Mr. Carik as his employer.

Bambang rushed into his own house, which was right next to his parents' mansion. The young man had his own home, so that he would be more free to go and go home as he pleased.

Just now Bambang entered the house, behind him Rully, Bi Irah's eldest daughter had caught up. "Mas Bambang called Rully?" asked Rully while smiling sweetly.

Rully already understood what she should do, if the master's son called her. She who is only a poor girl and obsessed with Bambang, was quite happy when Rully could please the young man.

Although Rully was only used by Bambang to channel his passion, when suddenly the desire came unstoppable and Bambang could not go anywhere to date with one of his girlfriends, he said, princess Bi Irah still felt very valuable in the eyes of Bambang because it was chosen by the young man.

Simply by giving a reason to Bi Irah that she needs Rully's help to be scraped or massaged, then Bambang will get plus-plus service from the innocent girl.

"Yes. Come on, serve me!" invite Bambang who immediately pulled Rully's hand to enter his room.

The girl who was only graduated from the First High School complied and immediately hugged Bambang's waist, stepping into the private room of Mr. Carik's son with a smile.

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