Young Master's Choice

New Hobbies Hexa

After giving an explanation by phone and a sweet sniff at the man, he was finally released and given no additional punishment.

Dhira stared at the square box he placed on the mattress, slowly opening the blue ribbon that bound the box.

A navi-colored dress, as well as sparkling trinkets, add a graceful and elegant impression to the dress.

On it was a small piece of paper with writing.

(The young master's company to the party tonight)

"Ah, it must be the secretarial master's writing again, the man is no less annoying than his boss."

Giving meaning to a paper, that was all Dhira could do. Faced with the person directly, only making it look like a boiled shrimp, shriveling.

"Lord, just give me one chance to resist that man's wishes without inviting trouble." Dhira lay limp without wanting to touch the given dress.

Shown again in his mind a name that once filled his days when sitting on the bench of High School.

Fathir, the only man who cared about her at school, when everyone was away, only encouraged her to keep thinking optimistically.

Not an ex-boyfriend, but not a friend. Maybe like a brother's best friend.

"If everyone in the world were like you, Fat," Dhira muttered again as she imagined the face of her old friend.

**

The time has shown at 15:00 in the afternoon, Dhira just intends to get up from the mattress.

Sleeping all day made his whole body sick.

He brought his footsteps to the balcony to lift the clothesline in the form of Hexa's bermuda triangle.

However,

"Lho, where'd it go?" Dhira frowned with a look on his face that began to panic and search.

A few minutes had passed since he searched for the laundry he was drying, but never found it.

"Death to me, how is this?" Dhira patted his eel quite hard. Now he doesn't know how to find it.

If you don't see her, you know what Hexa's gonna do to her. The man will surely torture her even more with crazy ideas that drain her energy and emotions.

"Arrgh ..it feels like it just wants to disappear from the face of the earth."

Dhira runs downstairs, intending to search outside the house. Maybe it got winded and fell.

"Young Miss, what's up?"

It was expected, when he came down, there would definitely be Mr. Wang who would welcome him.

"It's nothing, sir. I just want a little sport in the yard." Dhira replied with a smile.

Mr. Wang was silent when Dhira left. Dhira's body is small, want to be reduced how else thought Mr. Wang.

Half an hour later, Dhira searched, finally finding it under the house edge flower plants.

When he turned around to return, a familiar car entered the courtyard.

It's a Hexa car, Dhira knows her very well.

Immediately he stopped his steps when the sound of the car horn deafened.

The object in his hand he hid behind the body so that it was invisible to its owner.

As always, the man's charm never fails to dazzle the view when he gets out of the car.

Truly an energetic charismatic man.

"I've come to welcome your return, Sir. Isn't this my job every day?" Dhira replied calmly, though his hands were already trembling while tightly grasping Hexa's heirloom pants.

From inside the house, Mr. Wang came out in a hurry. "Welcome, Young Master" he said.

"Sir Wang, tell me about the consequences of someone if you dare to lie to their employer." He asked without taking his eyes off the woman before him.

Mr. Wang glanced at Dhira, he was afraid that he would mispronounce and get Dhira punished.

"I'm not lying, sir, really." Dhira.

'Damn it, why should the look on his face be like that?' Hexa couldn't bear to punish him.

"What are you hiding, Miss?"

Secretary Jo, who was aware of Dhira's strange gurgle, immediately asked.

"Ah, no. It's nothing." Dhira shook his head, his face turning pale. A new problem comes when one problem is not finished.

"Show me!" tell Hexa with a pushy tone of voice. Unarguable.

Dhira's heart rate is increasingly racing in there, dealing with Hexa always makes her position unsafe.

He was forced to show what was in his hands. I can't imagine how sad he is right now.

Seeing a tangled cloth in Dhira's hand, Hexa furrowed her brows, feeling familiar with the color.

'Jeez, this woman.'

I don't know how to stop Dhira anymore. Very sorry why he had to force this woman before him to show something that was actually his own.

Want to be seen from any point of view, it can still be seen clearly what is being held by Dhira even though it looks tangled and irregular.

"What did you do with it, Miss? Please don't be disrespectful in front of the young master. That thing shouldn't be seen by him, "Secretary Jo reprimanded with a flat face, unhappy with what was in Dhira's hands.

Hurriedly Dhira hid his hands along with the heirloom pants. 'It's you who asked for a fucking secretary.'

If he is a lion, after Hexa then the second person he wants to bite is Secretary Jo. So that these two annoying men can disappear from his life.

"Dispose of it, never a second time!" flat Hexa command.

"Good, Sir." Dhira nodded and bowed, there was nothing else he could say to defend himself. He was destined to always be wrong in Hexa's eyes. Just thinking about it already made Dhira want to go berserk.

After Hexa walks into the house and is followed by Secretary Jo, Dhira walks quickly towards the trash can and throws away the bermuda triangle pants she had been painstakingly washing, now it must be thrown away with a single sentence of command.

"Just trouble me. Know this better I just throw it away, why bother washing it when it ends up in the trash?" Dhira sneered with irritated lips.

As usual, no one did anything until he got into the house. Both Mr. Wang and Secretary Jo were standing to the right left of Hexa. Waiting for him to serve their young master.

Dhira really is like a true personal servant now. Please give a standing ovation for his hard work so far, at least he can get excited again despite having to get thousands of thorns that cover his body.

"Stop!" decah Hexa.

Dhira immediately stopped his hand that had just been stretched out to open Hexa's shoes. He looked up at the full question mark.

"Wash your hands before touching my shoes!"

'uh? What the fuck? Is my hand no cleaner than the shoes he used to stamped on germs?' Next to the corner of Dhira's lips were pulled just like that.

The part he held was Hexa's own pants, why even the man who felt disgusted?

'Freak guy.'

The deadly gaze from Dhira made Hexa slightly smile. It seems like getting Dhira upset is her side job to get new fun.

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