Young Girl For Mr. Duda

Nata's Concerns

"Your husband hasn't come home yet?"

Nata shook his head slowly. The woman glanced at the wall clock hanging on the wall, she let out a rough sigh. The time has shown at 21:00 wib, but her husband did not go home.

Nata was deeply concerned. That woman really doesn't know what to do. He was terrified, afraid Darren would do anything beyond the limit. A woman is usually struck by her excess thoughts, no need to wonder, already their expertise is overthinking, let alone the problem of a partner.

"You rest, gih. Later Darren will return home," said Alisha trying to calm her daughter-in-law.

Alisha exhaled as she saw Nata not moving, she was still standing in front of the entrance restlessly. The woman had been playing her fingers trying to get rid of all the bad thoughts. Alisha's outstretched hand stroked Nata's hair gently, she understood the worry her daughter-in-law was experiencing.

"Sleep, huh? You're pregnant again, you know," said Alisha trying to persuade Nata.

"But, Mas Darren . . .."

"Darren won't be weird, he'll come home. His work again piled up. Gih, sleep, Mother temenin."

"Yes, Bun."

...***...

In a different place, a man was hugging the woman on his lap tightly. They had just finished having fun even the woman's eyes were still covered by a black cloth. The sweat still soaking up their bodies was proof of the enjoyment they had conquered some time ago.

The man rubbed the naked back of the woman sitting sweetly on his lap. Intentionally teasing the woman, she had already memorized and knew the sensitive point of the woman. The man chuckled when he heard the melodious roar that came out from his lady's sweet lips.

"I have to go home, honey. My wife will suspect" he whispered.

The woman snatched. He quickly tightened his embrace, he did not want to be left behind by the man before him, huh.

The man who saw it only shook his head. It was common for him to be distressed by the woman in his arms. He unraveled the embrace, gently rubbing the face of his woman whose eyes were still covered by cloth.

"I promise I'll be here again tomorrow. Let me go home, okay?"

"Yes." Yeah."

The man let out a rough sigh as his woman sulked. Drawn his woman into his arms back then frowned his woman's forehead with a friendly. He gently rubbed back his woman's hair.

"Hey, the angry times? If my wife suspects what, hm? I can't get here, dong. Let me go home, will you? Tomorrow I'll be here again or we'll be on vacation together sometime. How would you like?" behold.

The woman gave a rough sigh and nodded slowly. "Yes, I can go home."

...Fate is so lustful like this....

...***...

"Huh pegel ni body," complained Cellyn as he walked into the kitchen.

The woman intended to take a glass of water, but her steps had to stop when she heard the stuffing from the child's room. Overwhelmed, Cellyn forgets her goal of fetching water. The thirst that he feels is gone already, is already worried about the condition of the child he continued.

The door to Yana's room opened slowly. He saw Yana curled up in bed with her body wrapped under the blanket. Cellyn approached Yana slowly, she could see the little girl crying with her eyes closed. However, Cellyn's focus is on the child's pale face.

The woman turned off the AC in Yana's room, then walked out of the room. His current goal was to go to his room to pick up his medical equipment, but before that he took the time to go to the kitchen to make hot water.

Devan, who had just come out of his study, frowned in surprise when Cellyn brought a bag that he believed contained his wife's medical equipment. Devan walked up to Cellyb with his slow steps and sharp eyes.

"Where are you going?" ask the man when he's in front of Cellyn.

"Yana's room, she's feverish."

Hearing Cellyn's words made Devan worried, the man quickly ran to his son's room. Cellyn who saw it immediately walked following Devan's footsteps slowly.

Upon arrival in Yana's room, the woman immediately checked on Yana's condition. Devan sat on the left side of the bed rubbing the child's hair, rubbing Yana's mane gently several times.

He sighed. "The body temperature is 38.5° centigrade. Yana fever due to the climate that continues to change and eating too much unhealthy food eventually affects her stomach. I'll write down the prescription, please make it at the pharmacy" Cellyn explained.

"Ma—mama, Yana kangen hiks . .," racau Yana made Devan and Cellyn's attention distracted.

Cellyn rubbed Yana's hair. "Calm down, honey. Om cut the cure first, Yana let Cellyn take care." He looked at Devan calmly.

...***...

He sighed and closed his eyes tightly. His chest throbbed pain, a feeling of tightness that he hated was always teasing him when alone. Lina hit her chest hard, hoping that the pain disappeared.

Looks like he needs an impingement, he thought. Speaking of the impingement, Lina has long not been having ***. Remembering the busyness that he could not just leave behind. Maybe, he'll go to the bar tonight for some fun.

Lina clucked when suddenly the door of her room opened, she glanced sinisterly at the door. However, a moment later his gaze turned flat, but not with his heart rumbling. He felt a great fear, but he had to hide it well.

In the doorway, the mother looked at him lightly. The gaze that always managed to slap Lina many times. Lina got up from her seat, trying to be mediocre. In fact, his heart was pulsing violently. Yesterday's wounds haven't healed completely.

"Why are you here, ma'am?" asked Lina in a haughty tone.

"Cih, you useless son," maki the mother.

Lina squeaks. "Don't waste my time."

To be honest, his heart ached speaking so. Lina just doesn't want to look weak. She should be fine without family support.

"I want you to give your boutique branch to Gebia."

Lina clenched her hands tightly, herself closing her eyes. The woman was trying to control her emotions that were about to explode. The woman opened her eyes, she looked at the mother quite sharply. Afterwards he laughed loudly making the mother astonished.

"Is your beloved nephew unable to make his own buttons? Ah, or is he useless?" lina sharp said.

The mother's hand was clenched tightly. "Give it or you know the consequences of a fucking kid!" says angry.

"Haha ... You don't even know anything about me, ma'am."

Lina felt dejavu, she was once in this position. He had also been in this condition, the point of being crushed himself. It's repeated again.