Young Girl For Mr. Duda

Don't Baper

"Curtainly, you're on strike!" decak a girl with an upset look.

"There's another trial today" he continued.

Of course you know who he is, he's Yesha. A woman with a cold wig is capable of luring a man. Now the woman was hit by bad luck because her car had to strike on a fairly quiet road. He shouldn't have cut off the road, maybe it wouldn't have been like this.

"Huh, where forgot to cas hp last night." Yesha massaged her forehead which felt a little dizzy.

The woman rested her body on the body of the car. He hoped that help would come from God. Over and over again he saw the clock curled in his hand, he started to worry. This morning, Yesha had a trial, she had to deal with defamation this time.

He sighed. "Huf ... Masa— arggghhhh!" Yesha screamed as she grabbed her hair.

A Ferrari stopped in front of him. Yesha put her eyebrows together, she was made curious about who the owner of the luxury car was. His gaze did not change one bit, he was waiting for the car owner to get out of his car.

Who the hell is that? inner Yesha.

The woman's eyes were perfectly rounded when she saw who had gotten out of the luxury car. Yesha sighed harshly, herself being irritated instantly. Why would it be Leon? he said in his heart.

"Well, beautiful lady why are you here?" said Leon as he walked over to Yesha who looked at him lazily.

He saw Yesha's car. "Strikes?" he continued when he was in front of Yesha.

Leon accidentally sees Yesha's long hair falling apart. The man smiled before sticking out his hand to tidy up Yesha's hair. Meanwhile, Yesha desperately held herself back from being misbehaved. The woman's heart was beating fast enough, she hoped Leon wouldn't hear it.

"Why can a mess of gini, heem?" Leon looked at Yesha softly making the woman fixated with Leon's gentle gaze.

Don't baper, Yesh, Inward Yesha.

Leon pulls Yesha's hand toward his car, the man intending to take Yesha to court. During the journey, Leon's burly hand was not separated from Yesha's tiny hand. Yesha chose to be silent. He felt a little comfortable with Leon's treatment.

"Well, what time will it be?" Feeling no truth, Leon looked. "Yes?" call Leon.

"Eh? Why?" sahut Yesha was shocked.

"What time is it?"

"Two in the afternoon."

The cup!

"I'm the one who picked it up."

Leon took Yesha into his lap. The man was very unwilling if Yesha had to go to work. He even hugged the woman tightly making Yesha exhale many times. Yesha's current heart condition is really far from being okay, not usually she would just be quiet if Leon touched her. It seems like this influence of her menstruation made the woman become more spoiled.

"Leon, let me go to work" Yesha said.

He exhaled his breath. "Huf ... I'll pick you up?" ask Leon.

"I—iya," said Yesha slightly stuttered.

"Love you, Baby."

...***...

Baras rubbed his stomach that began to bulge it, himself smiling very thinly. The child in the womb is not fussy at all, it seems he understands if the mother is in a bad condition. The woman even cravings are still in the category that she easily participates in. She was truly grateful that the child could understand her condition.

Pregnant without a husband obviously makes Laras mentally shaken, scorn always he got. However, Laras never retaliated further. The focus of the woman at this time is to find a job so that she and her child live well later. For now, the woman lives in a small house left by her parents. Vero never even knew about the house, he only knew Laras lived a bar.

"Mother's son wants some fried rice, huh, honey? Mother made it first huh?" laras said while stroking his stomach.

As the child-to-be wished, this morning the woman had breakfast with a plate of fried rice. If other pregnant women drink milk, it does not apply to Laras. The important thing is that he can still eat and drink enough.

The woman took a sip of water. "Kenyang," he said as he placed a glass on the table.

...***...

"Pa, Papa's secretary is sick," confronts Cellyn on Darren who is eating her breakfast.

"the nata? No, he's healthy" said Darren as he looked at his daughter who was rubbing chocolate jam on her bread.

"I told Papa he was sick. I checked him out yesterday." Cellyn clucked resentfully at Darren's inertia.

Darren who was drinking milk obviously choked to hear the child's speech. He quickly placed his glass on the table and looked at Cellyn seriously. He was quite surprised, ah! More precisely he felt angry because he did not know the condition of Nata. It was only fitting that yesterday his secretary did not come to the office.

"What pain?" ask Darren worriedly.

"Fuck the flu."

Cellyn frowned as she watched her father pass by from before her. He is confused by Darren's attitude, not usually his father is worried other than his family. All the conjecture wandering around his head left Cellyn in a state of confusion.

"Papa's time there's a similar taste of Aunt Nata?"

Darren approached Nata who was busy at his desk. He sighed harshly when he saw Nata was still working when he was sick. The story of his son at breakfast was enough to make Darren surprised. He feels guilty considering he's always going too far in giving Nata a job.

Darren cleared his throat briefly making Nata's attention distraction. Seeing Darren's presence, Nata immediately got up from his seat. He looked at Darren in surprise, not usually the boss approached him directly. However, Darren had already repeatedly visited himself in person.

"You're sick, why work?" Hearing Darren's question made Nata confused herself.

Yes, if not whose job I earn? Mister? No, right! his inner.

"I'm just the flu, sir. So, no problem."

Can Nata be sure, the son of his boss was definitely telling me about his sick self. There's no way a Darren would care about him even an entire employee knows how authoritarian a Darren is. Cellyn must have complained to Darren, she's convinced of that.

"Stay, I don't want you to get sick." Nata gawked at Darren's words.

"Who's going to work?" darren continued to make Nata grunt.

"Don't be surprised, Nat. There's no way the ice cube has a heart" murmured Nata softly who was heard by Darren.

Darren who heard that could only hold back his smile. She enjoyed Nata's irritated face, looking adorable in her eyes. Darren wanted to keep Nata in his room, but he was still sane not to do that.

"Haha ... I'm just kidding."

Nata was stunned to hear Darren's laughter, even though he had heard Darren's laughter several times, he was still wrong. His face flushed red, he somehow misbehaved to see Darren's laughter. Nata turned his face the other way, he did not want Darren to know that he was wrong.

Darren furrowed his brows seeing Nata turning his face away. He held Nata's chin slowly and turned Nata's face back to look at him. Darren was more confused when he saw Nata's red face, he touched Nata's forehead to check Nata's body temperature. Meanwhile, Nata himself desperately refrained from screaming.

This ice cube doesn't know what my heart is?! his inner.

Nata kept Darren's hand away from his forehead. "Ba—bapak what the hell?" nata was nervous.

"Why is your cheek red? Sick? Go home, okay? I'm ant—"

"Eh widower bangkotan! Work is not seductive girls people," cut a voice.

Without even looking, Darren knew whose voice belonged to him. Only one person called him a demikan, Devan was the only one who dared to say so to him. Nata who heard Devan's speech actually felt increasingly wrong.

"Who's dating?!" darren Sentak.

He pointed at Darren and Nata with his chin. "Thou shalt," said Devan indifferently.

Darren clucked in annoyance. He throws Devan with a pen on Nata's desk. He was furious with the behavior of his best friend, Devan always spoke arbitrarily and without thinking. Meanwhile, Nata is surprised by the other side of his boss who is like a teenager who is in puberty.

"By the way it's guarded, camel!" cynical Darren.

"Eh, you! Don't want to be the same as the widower. Loyo, you will not be satisfied. Mending is looking for a virgin," Devan told Nata, ignoring Darren's remarks.

Nata was confused by the behavior of the two adult men before him. "Eng—don't! I'm the same Mr. Darren is not dating, Om!" nata panicked. "Gee!" he continued, closing his mouth.

Hearing Nata's words made Darren stupefied. "Omm? Bhahaha ... You know you're old."

"Fuck you both."