Bare With Bastard
Young Master?
If you want a quiet life, then be obedient!
“Hiks, Ayaz... You're outrageous!”
Yaren cursed Ayaz for the next time, the man was in the bathroom, so it was halal for Yaren to curse.
Ayaz began to brew coffee, this habit has been attached to him since meeting Marco, living in the shadow of danger makes him always vigilant, sometimes he ignores insomnia that always attacks him almost every night.
Ah, considering the insomnia, since sleeping in bed with Yaren, Ayaz no longer has problems with sleep disorders, fragrant body Yaren like a fatigue reliever, he said, cooling his brain so that Ayaz can feel calm when he is next to Yaren.
“Actually why am I this?” he muttered, asking himself for the strange attitude he always showed Yaren.
“I don't want him to be away from me just for the reason he can tame my insomni? Impossible! It can't be just because of that!”
“Then, because what?”
“I can hurt him if he doesn't obey what I say, then afterwards I'll regret it!”
“Seeing her tears falling, why is this chest always tight, why should I care about her?”
“When I can let it go, when I can let it go, why can't I do all that?”
Ayaz is at war with his thoughts, however Yaren has become one part of his life, but Yaren is no one.
“Married!”
It was one word that still stuck in Ayaz's mind, if he and Yaren got married then everything was done.
“No, I can't commit to that kind of thing!”
Ayaz daydreamed until he realized that hot water from the flask had flowed into his hand.
“Arggghhh!” his yell.
Ayaz ran straight to the bathroom, slipped her hand into the tub, washed it with cold water.
“Sial!” objurgation.
When he came out of the bathroom, unfortunately there was no Yaren who approached asking what had happened, Ayaz smiled smirk, why suddenly he expected the attention of a Yaren.
“I must be crazy!” Ayaz gave a small chuckle, his hands began to open the drawer containing ointment to treat his hands.
...***...
“I'll find it!” said a man, his body firm, the head plontos, while carrying his backpack, the man had just come out of the airport.
“Wait for me, we will jointly avenge.”
His name is Samudra Rangga Donulai, just returned from his long studies in Italy.
Flashbacks.
“You go Ayaz, don't mind me, someday if I'm still alive, I'll find you, I'll come see you!” Sam said, then Ayaz saw himself being dragged away by Sian's men.
“Let go of me!” shouted Sam.
“You traitor, you must know what punishment is best suited for a traitor like you!” said one of the guards.
“We'll see if you can still be so arrogant in the presence of Mr. Sian later.” Connect the others.
“Busty!” aspersons Sam.
“Bugh!” Sam fell down, his nostrils were spitting out fresh blood, and it hurt like hell.
“Dare to curse, sassy!”
“I won't bow to a ruthless person like Sian or you, even if I have to die right now!” sam Berrum.
“Unfortunately, Mr. Sian will not let you die so easily, it must be through a torment that you will not be able to imagine how painful.”
“You are just an insect, yet act like a wild horse, that's a far-reaching comparison!”
“It takes thousands of insects if it wants to attack somewhere, but if the insect is just one, it will be meaningless, easy to catch it and even he will be trampled to death!”
“Hahahaha!” all of Sian's men laughed at Sam's failure.
Sam is taken into the car, his life may be over in a moment.
On the way to the main house, the car carrying Sam was blocked by a number of thugs, the number of no less than twelve people, sturdy and large, looking so suitable face to be a bouncer, he said, or maybe that's their profession.
“Tok tock!” the car door was knocked, Sam did not know what to do, he did not know what the purpose of the thugs was to block the car that carried him.
“Give the slave!” pinta is one of the thugs with fierce stature, long hair is scattered, Sam is quite envious because of his plontos head, all this time Sam does not let his hair grow, curly, bloom and wavy, so long as Sam does not let his hair grow, it would be a shame for him to grow his hair.
“Who are you?” ask one of Sian's men who was holding Sam.
“What need we introduce ourselves just to slaughter you guys?”
“Looks like you're not after our treasure, why even a slave you guys ask for?”
“Be aware, we don't like to mince words!”
“I am quite confident with who my Master is!”
“Then I will say, you are all ready to die for him.” That thug's law again.
“Beched!”
“Bugh, bugh!”
Fights were inevitable, Sam could only see through it all without being able to do anything, his legs and hands firmly tied. Those thugs, they might not be good people.
Until, Sam must feel more fear when the thugs managed to defeat the man Sian. His heart raced stronger, somehow his fate later.
“Young Master!” said one of the thugs called him. Sam did not say, for him it was not intended for him.
“Close with us, we will take you to a safe place.” said one other thug.
“Who are you?” ask Sam carefully.
“Come in, log in immediately, we don't have time anymore.” Tell that guy again.
Sam dodged, in his mind continued to look for ways how he could be separated from everything that approached him.
“Cleave this bond first!” pinta Sam, still in a very cautious tone, for Sam his fate is at stake right now.
Who knows who these thugs are?
The bond on Sam's hands and feet is removed, now Sam is free, should he escape?
“Aa I want to go to the bathroom, can we stop by the supermarket in front for a while, I can't stand it!” stuttering Sam.
“Young Master, we don't have much time!”
“But, I really..”.
“We will stop by in a quiet place, Young Master can throw it there, let's get in the car!” tell one of the thugs, Sam shuddered in horror.
With his feet forced to step toward the thugs' car, Sam counted it, there were five cars for the twelve thugs, and Sam was ordered to get into the car that Sam saw, the most luxurious car of all.
Someone behind the wheel hinted to start the journey, what a surprise, actually what had happened, why he had to participate with this terrifying entourage, why he was also called Young Master.
“Sorry..”
“What Young Master is doing, do not humble yourself Young Master by saying sorry.” Say one of the three people who were with him in the car.
“Sorry, I really don't understand, why are you calling me Young Master?” sam asked doubtfully.
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