The Ruler's Love Contract

Good Nite's

I'm still waiting, waiting for him to grab my lips. But I don't know what happened to him, I can only feel his breath. I was ready to pour out my feelings today.

Sir, why so long?

I peeked at him from behind my eyelids. At the same time he brought his lips closer, but not to mine...

"I won't waste your attitude on me, Ara," he said, whispering softly in these ears.

"Master?" I opened my eyes, and we looked at each other.

"I'll rest, yeah. Don't wake me." He rubbed my head.

Mr ....

I saw him leave. It felt like chasing and hugging him from behind. But I can't do it now. I have to guard myself from cheap prejudices. I don't want him to think about me.

Sir, if you really loved me, I would be very happy.

I saw him close the door to his room. Instantly, all the events in the garden repeated themselves in my mind. I took a cell phone and saw pictures of us together. I want to feel like I have it.

Lord, if he's my soul mate, bring him closer. If he's not my soul mate, then match him to me. If he is someone else's match, then decide his match and then match me back.

I smiled as I prayed, looking up at the ceiling of the apartment. My heart is joyous beyond measure with the events we went through today. I finally decided to write a story about us.

I sat down at the table in front of the door, turned on the laptop and started typing stories. I hope one day someone will be interested in my story.

Her night...

My master woke up in the evening and he took a shower. I saw his hair and face tangled when he just woke up. Maybe the only girl who can see him this innocent is me. I don't know, I wish it was just me.

After he took a shower, we had dinner together with the chicken soup I made. I see he looks fresher compared to before. And now we're chatting on the terrace outside the apartment. He's introgasi. Ask about origins, family, and even the past. Yes, I answered as well.

I saw her shocked like I couldn't believe I had never dated before. Yes, the time of High School was spent organizing, not dating. Who would want to be with a girl like me if not a crocodile.

"So that was the first time you ever kissed a man's lips?" ask her who is sitting on my right side.

"He-it." I nodded while looking at him.

I saw him quiet for a moment. I really like this cool style. Wearing a long-sleeved cream sweater and long white base pants, just like me. Unfortunately, I only wear black pants.

"Ara, would you believe you were the first woman to kiss my lips?" He asked with his left hand stretched out, like asking that I lay my head on his chest.

"Em, I .. I have a little doubt, sir," I replied.

"Master? Why again sir?" Instantly he pinched my nose.

"Aw! It hurts!" I held my nose pinched by him.

"You're a total bitch. It's been repeatedly reminded to call me dear, but always forget." He grumbled while turning his eyes away.

It's funny to see him lash out like this. Immediately I lay my head on his chest while saying affectionately.

"I'm sorry, honey," I said and rubbed his chest.

I think he'll be angry for being brave. But it turns out .. she even kissed my hand that rubbed her chest.

"Don't piss me off, Ara. Get used to it." He looked at me like he was threatening.

"He-it."

I nodded as I puffed my cheeks. At once he put his head on my head. We ended up enjoying the night together while looking at the fountain from this terrace.

"Geek!" Suddenly he was sick.

"Darling?" I was surprised to see him shut up.

I comply. Hurry inside and close the porch door. I had an idea to reduce his nausea.

"I'll crack it, will I?" ask her while sitting on the living room sofa.

"Coroked?" He turned on the TV.

"Yes. Maybe you catch a cold. I was worried that if left to be exposed to the wind sitting down," I said, sitting nearby.

"Wind in?" He looked in wonder at me.

Oops...

I forgot I was in Dubai. Obviously he didn't understand what it was to catch a cold. Moreover, he is not from my country.

"Yes already. Let's just try, yeah."

I took the therapeutic aroma oil from the P3K box near the bathroom door, not forgetting the thick metal spoon. I took her to the living room and asked her to take off her clothes. He was surprised at my request.

"Ara ... What do you want?" it was like disbelief.

"I'm going to poke your back with this oil and this metal spoon" I replied.

"Tu-wait. I have metal dinars." He immediately went to the room and returned with a metal dinar for me.

Basis is indeed the son of the sultan, just use gold kerokan.

I took the coins from him, he took off his clothes in front of me. I saw his chest very wide and his stomach was like torn bread. I don't feel strong if I see him like this for a long time.

"Reverse yes" I asked.

He said, turned around and sat in front of me. I then applied this therapeutic aroma oil to his neck and then went down. At once I heard him groaning, but stifled.

"Darling, it's okay?" ask her.

"Not what, Ara. Go on," he replied, looking back.

"alright. Kumulai, huh?"

Immediately I do traditional techniques from my country to remove the wind from the body. True or not about this scraping myth I take it easy. As long as there is a benefit, why not try. After all, it was meant to help, so there was no harm.

"Sick, no?" I asked while scraping his back with this oil and gold metal.

"Malaysia, Ara. Go on," he answered.

I saw that his back was red. It seemed like the wind within his body had been a long time. It's just that he doesn't feel it too much.

Get away from the wind! Don't bother my master!

Minutes passed to accompany this beautiful night. After scraping it, I massaged his back. But apparently, this master of mine is not only his back that wants to be massaged, but the others as well.

He turned out to be spoiled.

Now I massaged his head with therapeutic aroma oil. And without me knowing she was asleep on my lap. I called her a repeated affection, but still there was no answer.

It seems like he has already fallen asleep in a dream.

I slowly got up and got a blanket for her. I covered her with my love. I also wanted to kiss her forehead.

Sir, you're so cute.

Since the long sofa in the living room was three, I slept on the other sofa. I forgot to turn off the TV first. And finally, we fell asleep together tonight. On a different sofa but it feels the same. Don't know why I feel sure if we have the same taste.