As pretty as a Butterfly
Chapter 54. Happenings in the kitchen

Upon arrival at school, Jelita rushes down from the car. Not to forget he thanked Mr. Yos and Michael before he entered the school yard.

"Sir Yos thanks for taking me to school" Jelita told her personal driver Michael.

"Together Non," replied Mr. Yos.

Jelita then turned to Michael who was still busy looking at his laptop.

"Michael ... Thank you, yes" said Jelita then closed the door without waiting for Michael to answer.

Jelita then ran, rushing into the school to gather with her friends.

After that Michael put on a smile and looked at Jelita from a distance. "Together."

"Let's go sir, let's go to college" Michael said.

"Okay sir" replied Yos and turned the vehicle back to drive his young master to campus.

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Arriving at the college, Michael finds an unpleasant sight. Who else if not a beautiful woman named Floren.

A beautiful girl with a tall body, long hair that wavy at the end, clean white, has a perfect curves and only a few months different age with Michael.

The girl sat on Michael's bench as she continued to stare at the handsome man who had just arrived. Floren smiled so sweetly and waited for Michael to approach her.

Michael walked over to Floren and stared intently. "Get out of my chair!" tell Michael did not like if his favorite place was occupied by Floren.

Meanwhile Floren ignores Michael's request. "It turns out sitting here is good too" said Floren then threw his gaze out the window.

Michael sighed in annoyance, then relented looking for another place and sat down on the empty seat next to Floren. He reopened his laptop and seriously worked on something.

Floren glanced at Michael sitting next to him and tried to gather information about the woman he saw yesterday.

"Mike, who was that beautiful woman who came to your house yesterday? Looks like you guys are so friendly, is she your lover?" ask Floren.

Michael clucked in annoyance. "Ck! Who her? It has nothing to do with you" Michael replied with his cold face.

"Mike, I think I need to know, considering that both of our parents previously agreed to our relationship for dating. But all of a sudden the woman showed up and I saw that you were so friendly with her. So Mike, tell me, who's that woman? Do you love her?" asked Floren with both eyes starting to glaze over.

Michael sighed and looked at Floren who was starting to cry.

"Yes, that beautiful woman you saw yesterday was my lover and I. I love her so much! Ah no, the truth is we love each other" Michael replied without hesitation.

"But Mike, what's so special about that woman? I'm no less beautiful than her and I love you so much. Can't I be the special lady in your heart, Mike?" Floren sobbed, feeling so sad. He was trying to melt Michael's cold heart to him.

But it seems that Floren's soft cries and voices mean nothing to Michael. "Sorry Flo, you can't be a special woman in my heart. Because my heart has filled it."

Michael smiled as he recalled Jelita's face. "Because my heart was filled by that woman, the woman you saw yesterday. She is not only beautiful on her face, but beautiful in her heart as well" Michael replied

Michael smiled so gently, then turned cold as he looked back at Floren.

"Are you satisfied with my answer? if you have, then from now on stay away from me before you get hurt any further" Michael replied firmly.

Floren instantly fell silent upon hearing Michael's reply. She felt anxious, feeling vain crying for the sake of the man who did not love her at all.

Floren wiped his tears violently. He stared intently at the handsome face of Michael.

"Mike, fine if you don't accept me. But remember this one thing Mike, that I won't let you go and I won't let you be happy with that woman either!" threaten Floren's.

Michael smiled faintly. "No matter what you say, I'm not afraid of your threats!" reply Michael then go away from Floren.

Meanwhile Floren clucked, feeling tight on his chest. "Ck! you said you weren't afraid of my threats. Okay Mike, let's see, how hard you can keep your woman from the safest grown men like Wiliam."

Floren smiled, he then tried to find his own information from his personal confidants who had been spread to spy on women around the Michael mansion.

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In the afternoon Michael arrives home, he walks into the kitchen for a drink and accidentally meets Jelita who is washing dishes.

Michael paused his steps for a moment and smiled as he looked at Jelita from behind. For some reason now he could not let go of his gaze, on an ordinary girl, who used to be only looked at one eye by himself.

Jelita who did not realize there was Michael behind her, washed the dishes so casually. Sometimes he wags annoying hair, occasionally swinging with one hand, to move on one side of his neck.

Jelita's actions made Michael swallow his saliva with difficulty. When looking at Jelita's neck that has now been clean, white and smooth. So tempting to bite.

After being satisfied to look at the neck of the beautiful level, Michael slowly approached, until now their distance was only one meter. The distance is close enough, until the smell of the girl's body can be smelled by it.

Michael lowered his gaze back and his net was slightly piqued when he saw Jelita who was wearing a plain t-shirt was a little laughable.

His eyes accidentally saw a hook on the black buffer cloth, if viewed carefully. How the shape of the front of the woman, must be so beautiful he thought.

Michael then lowered his gaze again, and stopped at a waist so slender Jelita. She smiled and recalled yesterday's events, as her long and stocky arms were tightly coiled around Jelita's beautiful waist.

Taste and form are still recorded in his mind.

Michael's brain begins to be contaminated when he returns to lower his gaze, both of his neutrals centered on the shorts Jelita wears. Michael gulped at a glance, feeling strange with a tickling feeling from behind his pants.

Oh God!

Somehow the netranya felt at home for a long time staring at the body of the girl in front of him, until Michael did not realize if Bi Sari had stood up and noticed himself from now on.

"Mr Michael, does the young master need anything?" bi Sari asked, surprising Michael who was daydreaming.

"Oh My God!" screeched Michael, until he was thrust forward and his arms reflexively coiled tightly around Jelita's waist, who was standing before him.

Like a wild beast pouncing on its prey. Similarly, Michael who spontaneously gripped the front of Jelita, his two large palms even went up and accidentally cupped the two chewy twin hills belonging to Jelita.

Whatisthis?

Michael squeezed it a little and massaged it.

Oh No!

Making the girl instantly moan so surprised.

"Geez!"

Jelita looked back and was surprised to find out that the man was Michael. He widened his eyes and stared intently at Michael's already flushed face like a boiled crab.

"Michael!" pekik Jelita then swung a vegetable spoon into Michael's face as much as possible. Until the handsome man immediately let go of his embrace and also his disrespectful grip on Jelita.

Jelita then turned around and now they had faced each other. Makes Michael sculpt for a moment.

Realizing that he was guilty, Michael finally apologized many times to Jelita with both palms still shaking violently.

"Sorry Jelita ... I-I didn't mean it!" said Michael trying to swallow his saliva with both eyes that are difficult to condition.

Always looking towards Jelita's chest which was going up and down so quickly set the breath.

"You didn't just startle me, but your hand is also, ah so insolent!" Jelita beat Michael's arm with a vegetable spoon with a face that was red with anger and shame.

Not without reason, because the incident in the kitchen was witnessed by Bi Sari. But Bi Sari could only smile when she saw the funny behavior of the two.

Meanwhile, Madame Caca who happened to see, did not expect the closeness of her son and also her foster daughter who was so intimate. He pondered and thought with what Mrs Berta said last night.

"What ... What woman does Mrs Berta mean ... is Jelita?" muttered Madame Caca, then she moved away and returned to her room in a sense of indecision.

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