Bare With Bastard

Bare With Bastard
You Ayaz!


"Bugh."


"Aawws!"


"Aassh."


Yaren was sitting when she hit the chest of Ayaz field, she was about to go to the living room when she finished washing the dishes used for her dinner with Ayaz, she said, but it turns out that Ayaz who was also going to the kitchen even made them collide in the narrow hallway between the kitchen and the living room.


The house is indeed small if according to its size, the living room is next to the kitchen, but there is a road like a hallway that only fit for two people to separate the room.


The bathroom was near the kitchen, and it was the only bathroom.


While the bedroom is only one, and currently Ayaz is thinking later Yaren will sleep where, want to make Yaren sleep in the living room with a wooden sofa but she did not have the heart, he said, but how else, did he have to sleep one room with Yaren.


"It hurts... Not help!" yaren grunted, as Ayaz did not budge at all.


"Lo can rise up on his own!" ayaz said no matter what.


With a little extra energy Yaren tried to get up, he was half-dead with Ayaz, the man thought his butt didn't hurt after landing violently on the floor, thankfully not scuffed.


"What do you want?" yaren asked as Ayaz looked down, the man's face drew closer to her.


Strange whispers began to enter his eardrums, afraid that Ayaz would do anything.


"Gee!" Yaren broke the bizarre accusation, when the burly hand held her arm.


"Lo think I'd like to do something?" ask Ayaz full of search.


"No, no nothing, you told me to get up on my own, where I know you will do it." well, Ayaz only wanted to help Yaren to stand up, Yaren was too parno.


Ayaz then passed to go to the kitchen, he wanted to fill drinking water to be brought to the room, later if the habit of not being able to sleep began to attack, he said, he did not need to bother to get up to take water to take sleeping pills or anything like that.


"Where are you going?" yaren asked again, the woman seemed to be afraid that Ayaz would leave her alone, well anyone would act the same considering that this was a forest, despite living in a safe house, but still this was in the forest.


Ayaz did not reply, but his actions made Yaren know what Ayaz wanted.


"What time is it?" yaren asked, her phone was dead, and there was no wall clock in the house, so she had to ask Ayaz for time.


"Why?" ask Ayaz.


"Why? Is there something wrong with asking the time?" ask back Yaren.


"Where are you still not late? If you want to go it's still nine, I can take you to the intersection" Ayaz said.


Yaren could not believe, once again the man threw her away, what a handsome person is like that, like it at will, even though I was not beautiful, thought Yaren.


"You're this." yaren upset.


Ayaz was done with his activities, he brought a tray containing a small teapot of drinking water and also a glass for him to take to the room.


Arriving at the room, Ayaz seemed to think, what should she sleep with Yaren tonight?


Ayaz exited the room, calling Yaren to enter her room.


"Gue give you two choices, you want to sleep in the room with me, what is a misery sleep but in the living room, in the wooden chair?" ayaz asked directly without further ado.


"Well!" shocked Yaren, obviously she will choose the second choice, indeed Ayaz thought she was a girl.


"Let me sleep alone in the living room!" answer Yaren.


"OK, no problem, but you need to know, the pillow is only two, so okay I give one to you, and the blanket is only one, unfortunately I can not give to you" said Ayaz.


"What?" peekik Yaren, but two seconds later he neutralized his thoughts, no matter what important he had a place to shelter.


"Okay, I'm not papa!" yaren Yakin.


"This is the pillow, please." said Ayaz with a tone of expulsion again.


Cih, sucks...


"Don't curse, the room isn't locked if you change your mind!" syndir Ayaz.


"How does he know that I'm what he is?" yaren Gumam slowly.


Ayaz shook his head with Yaren's behavior, the woman thought.


The two human children started their own sleep ritual, Yaren seems to have trouble sleeping because of the clothes she wears, the woman was still wearing a bone white kebaya and Kartini's batik skirt that she had been wearing for the show and it made her very uncomfortable, wanting to wake Ayaz up to borrow a shirt but Yaren did not dare, coming to a man to a room is not his nature.


Let it be, tomorrow morning I just pinch the shirt, hold Yaren, hold it...


The sound of crickets accompanied Yaren's night, and there were various sounds of birds that sounded different, Yaren had never heard of it before, herself from birth to this old life in a crowd, at school he was reluctant to attend Scouts, he was not also a mountain boy, so such a voice was still unfamiliar in his ears.


The atmosphere is getting tense, the night goes up to make the feathers crouch Yaren creeps, Yaren does not foam denied if she is very scared.


As Ayaz's door opened, Ayaz did not even lock her door the next time Yaren changed her mind.


Did I sleep with him?


However, this was Yaren's first experience, the woman got up and tried to neutralize her feelings, remembering the horror film she had seen, in fact Yaren was not the type of person who was timid, but faced with such conditions, it really feels different.


For Yaren, Ayaz really had the heart, should Ayaz hold him back earlier, asking them to sleep together and Yaren would say not to mess around.


But Ayaz did not do, the man was a very inconsiderate man.


What am I supposed to do, what should I do?


Yaren laid her body again on the chair, aching as it was a wooden chair that had no cushioning at all. Again, Ayaz is absolutely heartless.


Turn left, turn right, supine, no matter how many times Yaren changed her position to find a comfortable sleeping position, but nil comfort only belongs to her soft mattress in her room there.


Yaren was getting frustrated, she didn't even know what time it was tonight? fear also made him unable to do anything and go anywhere, one goal if he wanted to leave this place was just Ayaz's room. In addition, he was also not sure that his feet dared to step.


"Basar Ayaz!" he murmured while clenching his hands.


Seriate...