Young Girl For Mr. Duda

Opium

Refan looked at the female figure before him flatly. The man was inexhaustible with the behavior of the woman who had made a man enter the hospital. He originally intended to pass through a fairly quiet road, but he instead saw a violent scene. Without a second thought, Rafan immediately separated the two.

"Crazy?" cetus Refan coldly stared at the woman in front of him.

The woman snorted. "Snake it crazy! You crazy times. So you're your bad luck hero? If you don't know anything, don't interfere!" cercan.

Refan raised one eyebrow and shrugged his shoulders unconcerned. This made the woman in front of him even more upset. The woman raised her hand in front of Refan's face, she moved her hand as if she was crushing Refan's face.

The woman had been beating a begal who confronted her in the middle of the road, but Refan actually helped the begal. It was obvious that the woman was angry with Refan. For him, Refan is the same as helping criminals.

Refan continued to watch the woman before him lazily. The woman was still blabbering indistinctly even though she did not respond. Refan made dizzy himself hearing the woman's chattering.

"Well, by the way?" The woman shook her head violently, Refan then exhaled a rough breath.

"Lu tuh the other ka—"

The cup!

The woman's eyes glared as Refan presumptuously kissed her instead. He looked at Refan who now only displayed his flat face. He rubbed his lips violently, not long after the eyes of the woman glazed.

"Cambodilla ... Mother! Alika's lips are no longer holy!"

Refan wavered himself as the female figure before him cried out in shock. Quickly Refan brought Alika into his arms, the woman buried her face in the chest of Refan's field. Meanwhile, Refan himself sighed harshly. His sturdy hand moved rubbing Alika's shoulder-length hair with a gentle movement.

Over time, Alika's cries were not heard anymore. It seemed like the woman was exhausted after crying, evident from her suddenly squeezed body. He was still in the arms of Refan, his strength was exhausted even to stand alone Alika was unable.

"Sstht ... Yes huh? So tired, right," said Refan softly who replied nod by Alika.

Refan lowered his head, looking at Alika who was closing her eyes tightly. The man breathed his coarse breath and held Alika into his car. He will ask his men to bring Alika's car to the woman's house later.

Refan sat Alika in the passenger seat, the man even put Alika's setbeal. The refan walks around to sit in the steering chair. The man was running his car at standard speed, once he glanced towards Alika who was asleep. His fingers gently rubbed the lips of Alika he had just let out.

"Robbish."

Refan smiled faintly for a moment. The man took Alika home. She remembers very well that Alika is the son of her co-worker. He even remembered the incident at night, where Alika felt annoyed at being neglected.

After twenty-five minutes, Refan finally arrived at Alika's residence. The man again held Alika and walked towards the entrance. Not long after Yanti opened the door, she was surprised to see the Princess who was in the sling of Refan.

"Loh Alika why, son?"

"No papa, Aunt. Alika just fell asleep crying."

"Huf ... Please take her to the room."

Weekend, often used by people to relax or just rest after the move for five days. Likewise with Cellyn, the woman with a charming face always uses her weekends to gather with her best friend. However, this time the girl chose to stay at home. He felt very tired, his body seemed to be numb.

The 24-year-old chose to spend her weekends reading novels and reading books. Of course he is not alone, because there will be Darren who accompanies him. Although the 40-year-old man was busy, but if Cellyn asked him then he would do it.

As of now, Cellyn was focusing on reading a novel in her hands. Fantasy novels will always be his favorite, he is not too fond of romance genre novels. Very different from other women, right?

The corner of her lips lifted into a sweet smile. He was imagining, what if he was in the position of female lead in the transmigration story he read. Fantasy books don't mean they don't contain romantic scenes, do they? It's just that the fantasy genre is not too concerned with romantic scenes.

"Sugary is the guy. If I were in the girl's position, willingly go into the novel," he murmured with sparkling eyes.

"The fate of single mah gini, halu mulu," he added.

Cellyn put her novel on the nightstand, herself getting out of bed. The goal now is the kitchen, he feels hungry. Glancing at the circular clock in his hand, he sighed for a moment. It turned out to be 10:00 wib, but he was hungry again. Looks like he'll get his monthly.

"Lho, why?"

Cellyn stopped her steps on the last stairwell. He saw Darren talking to someone on the phone. He flicked his shoulders indifferently, before finally continuing his footsteps. However, his steps had to come to a halt because Darren called himself.

"Cellyn, Papa wants to talk to you" Darren said firmly.

"Yes, Pa." Cellyn sighed and walked over to Darren.

"Sit down!" darren's word to Cellyn.

Cellyn again complied, sitting in front of Darren. He looked at Darren in surprise, the collision once his father looked at him coldly. A moment later Cellyn realized, surely her father wanted to talk seriously.

"Why, Pa?"

"Why didn't you tell Papa that you were terrorized?"

Hearing Darren's question made Cellyn speechless. He was thinking, where did his father know that he was terrorized. He clucked angrily in his heart, surely Darren had been monitoring all of his activities. Cellyn exhaled slowly, she looked at Darren seriously. However, it looks adorable in Darren's eyes, Darren tries to refrain from smiling to see the look on Cellyn's face.

"Cellyn just doesn't want Papa to worry. Besides, the threat is tacky, it doesn't have any effect on Cellyn, Pa. Papa don't worry, Papa don't hesitate Cellyn" he explained.

He sighed. "It's not that Papa doubts you, it's not. Want as good as you are, for Papa it is different. You are still the little Princess Papa, the child that Papa must take good care of" said Darren weakly.

Cellyn smiled sweetly. He stepped closer to Darren, hugging tightly the only parent he had. Cellyn smiled again when she felt Darren's burly hand rub her hair. He released his embrace on Darren's burly body, choosing 'to sit down beside Darren.

"Pa, Cellyn will take care of herself, Cellyn promised. Papa can monitor Cellyn," he said.

"Yes, honey."