Trapped in Love Sister Stepbrother Love Pasta Laluku (Aged 17) Season 2

Being In A Foreign House

Zava wriggled his body so soundly that he slept and felt comfortable that he was still breathing in the soft, masculine scent that reached his nose.

Her soft mattress and soft blanket and calm atmosphere made Zava reluctant to open her eyes she felt like she was still in a beautiful dream.

But this was why it was so real when he heard the disguised whispers then he tried to open his beautiful eyelids and his eyes instantly caught three middle-aged women dressed the same.

Only then did he realize he was shocked and immediately woke up sitting down, he was also shocked when he saw his long hair dangling down he was holding it he was not wearing a hijab and saw clothes that had been changed.

"My body, my hijab!" Zava looked around, the three women still coolly looked at Zava's confusion and did not want to tell before Zava who asked like that was the order from their master.

"You who? this where? and what clothes am I wearing, who's replacing my clothes?" Zava asked the three maids.

"We are servants, Miss is in our master's house and Miss is in the young master's room and the lady's clothes are also replaced by ours because of the wet lady's clothes" replied one of the servants kindly.

"Sir... whose master?" Zava furrowed his brows.

"Our master is our master Mr. Dion Raditya!" answer loudly.

"Raditya Dion!" Rework Zava. He wondered if the man he had been with him since noon was Dion, then why he had brought him to his house and whether he had not woken up while asleep.

"Astagfirullah.. Am I being kidnapped?" The origin Zava said made the three maids hold back a laugh.

"No, Miss but rather it might be introduced to us" replied the maid of origin as well but behind it they were happy.

"Included to her?" Zava did not understand.

"We also don't know Miss, you better ask Mister"

"Then where is he?"

"Master is coming out soon!

you better get downstairs, we've prepared dinner for Miss"

"What night? it's already night" Zava panicked knowing it was night when he rose up his own confusion made the three maids smile again amusedly.

"How can I fall asleep that night, even I did not wake up and arrive in the room of a stranger, O Allah forgive the carelessness of your servant, O Allah!" Zava paced back and forth with anxious feelings while raising his hands up.

Again made the three women hold amused smiles because they feel funny with Zava's silly behavior.

"Why are you even smiling? I'm in a panic!" Zava jengah because they instead of helping instead they smile continuously.

"Miss you should eat first, so that Miss's mind is fresher, do Miss want to eat here we will bring?" Bargain them so that Zava is not confused.

Zava touched his stomach suddenly he felt because he had not eaten since noon.

"Yes my stomach is hungry!, ahh I eat at the table just do not politely eat here" he said feeling bad.

"All right, Miss, come with us!" The three maids walked in tandem towards the exit but before reaching the door Zava stopped.

"Wait...!" They're stopping.

"What's wrong Miss?"

"Where is my veil?, I can't get out in this kind of outfit" Zava showed off his short-sleeved clothes and his beautifully-draped hair.

The waiter smiled, one of them gave a paper bag that had been prepared on the table.

"This is Miss wear!"

"What's this?" Zava asked as he received his paper bag.

"Dress of the Master".

"Alright Miss we'll wait downstairs, after getting dressed hurry down Miss!" He said he was calm and they came out simultaneously and closed the door.

"Thank you in advance" he shouted as the door was closed.

Zava again circulated his views in all directions he was so amazed to see this spacious and luxurious room interior is really unique and classic but impressed manly not more and excessive, he said, he broke the window curtain and his amazement grew until Zava covered his mouth with both hands.

why am I stuck here, God? but may I stay here longer to look at the beauty of your sky and feel the serenity." Zava said his eyes looked at the beautiful night sky decorated with stars and bright lights.

"Maybe!" Answer the baritone's voice behind Zava.

Zava was instantly speechless hearing the voice of a man he widened his eyes from being so shocked by the sudden voice behind him.

Then she touched her hair immediately she covered it by taking the hijab inside the paper bag, hurriedly she put it on then she turned her head.

While the man only smiled faintly at Zava's behavior.

"Sir, why are you here? why don't you knock on the door first?" zava said annoyed.

Dion frowned "Why should I knock on the door in my own room?" Dion asked back to make Titi smile.

"Eh, this is your room! but why are you taking me to your room where there's no other room?" Zava.

"You, this doesn't know you were helped, but instead you're angry with me" Dion said as he walked closer to Zava, making Zava alert.

"Actually I don't want to take you to my house let alone my room but since I don't know your identity then I'm forced to bring you here" Then Dion brought his face closer to Zava's face making Zava hold his breath because he could not see the man's good looks.

Dion smiled grinning "Then where's my fault?" said calm.

"Can't talk, don't come near! I'm afraid to know!" Zava pushed Dion's chest away from the fact that he had touched Dion's chest.

Dion again grinned before there was no woman who was even uncomfortable if stared that close by him only Zava like that.

"You, dare to touch me !"

"Ahh touched" Zava saw his hand yes he just realized that he had touched.

"I'm sorry I didn't mean it!"

"What if I ask for a reply!"

"Report, what reply?" Zava was confused by Dion's words.

"I touched your chest too!" Zava glared then covered his chest by crossing his arms.

"Eh you perverted master, at will, your reply is completely absurd" Zava shouted Dion laughed instead.

"Eh, what's so funny? why even laugh?"

"You're funny, I want to do that you're not my type at all" Dion said, halting his laughter and then walking away.

Zava felt annoyed that he was being played with by the handsome man he was chasing.

"Wait who are you? you also talk."Zava followed Dion's calm pace completely unperturbed by Zava's chatter in the back and then sat down at the table.

Fortunately, the headscarf is long so it can cover her short arms.

"Eh sir, you better get me back to my house!" Zava stopped talking as he looked at the delicious food dish on the table he held his saliva back from hatching and his stomach was hungry again and his behavior made Dion smile thinly to make him want to prank him.

"Bi Rum, why are you cooking so much? I won't run out to eat everything, you better throw this food away" said Dion, who made the waiter named Rum furrow his brows and made Zava glare.

"Hey, sir just want to throw away this food not because you are rich you can just as easily! there are still many people out there who are difficult to find food, rather than being thrown away better be given to others, I include it" said Zava at length Dion just speechless to hear his chatter.

"Then why are you silent like a statue".

"Ah well I'll eat it, I'm already hungry from earlier" Zava then sat down in the chair and took enough food to pray before eating and began to eat quietly.

Dion just smiled seeing that it was so easy to lure this girl.

Dion and Zava ate so solemnly and calmly let alone really enjoy it because this food was very delicious and only recently he ate it.

What a pleasure you lie about.