Daddy Sugar
try to get up
Nena, one of the assistant names in the Sugar Daddy Mansion ran over without looking ahead and bumped into someone. He fell down, quickly stomping on his aching limbs.
“Why are you standing in the middle of the hallway? Don't expect me to apologize for your mistake,” cried without seeing the figure still standing before him.
“You all right, Miss?” The man reached out his hand, trying to help him stand up.
Nena saw a circular ring on the young man's index finger. A distinctive ring that only the Young Master had in the Mansion where he worked. Slowly his face turned upwards. He saw a handsome face smiling towards him, still extending a hand to him.
“Tu-lord Vandro.” Nena, who had been sitting down from a fall, quickly folded her thighs, saluting her master. “Ma-excuse my sass, Mr.” He bends and moves his head up and down repeatedly. “I didn't know it was you. Sa-I was less careful when running in the corridor. Please don't punish me. Please do not report to Daddy. I still want to live and work on him.”
“Beauty too.” Vandro is seduced by Nena's body. His index finger rubbed his chin. Half thought perverted after seeing Nena's entire body. “This assistant wasn't the one who spoke to Nanny when I left in Pantry?” inner Vandro. “Ah, stop. There's no point in having fun with him. I'm in a bad mood. Much to do.” Vandro passes leaving Nena still begging. “You're lucky this time congratulations. I will make a calculation with you one day,”.
Nena's face turned pale hearing the words spoken from Young Master Vandro's mouth. His body suddenly suffocated with cold sweat that had soaked some of the uniforms he was wearing.
“Di-she will torture me after her business is done,” said Nena quietly with quivering lips. “I won't survive.” Nena fell on the floor.
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“That night what happened? I just had a very strange dream!” I looked at the whole room, where I was at the moment. “Actually, what is this place?”
Tock-tock.
“Can I log in?”
“Come.” I've been preparing to use headset cables to strangle him. If he forbids me from getting out of this weird room.
“Breakfastmu, 15 more minutes I'll bring back the dirty plate.”
“Sial!” my mind, seeing the old woman who appeared from behind the door delivering a tray of food and drink for me. “Why wasn't the guy who showed up. That way I won't feel guilty for killing him with my own hands.” I noticed the middle-aged old lady putting her luggage on the small table that was fused with the bed. “I couldn't possibly strangle him to death with this headset cable. Moreover, his face is full of love, not as cruel as the refrigerator man,” continued in my heart.
My nose smelled a scent that made my stomach grow rumbling. The woman smiled at my starving stomach and could no longer be compromised.
“Spend the food, then take a clean shower. I've prepared new clothes for you.” He pointed at a door in the left corner and passed away.
“Tu-wait!”
He stopped his steps.
“You, who?”
“I, Nanny.” Smiling friendly.
“I mean, you are what the owner of this house is?”
“Not.”
“Then?”
“I'm just the head housekeeper here.”
“If you are not the host, then who is the owner?”
“I'm sorry, Miss. Much work. You better have breakfast instead of wasting your time finding out from people who don't know anything like me.”
Nanny exits the room. The smell of the food he was serving, it smelled very fragrant and it still continued to pierce my nose. Making my stomach grow rumbling beats underground music.
My mind refused to touch the dish he served right in front of me, but my stomach forced me to eat it. Curious about the contents, I opened the cover.
A plate of wagyu-sized beef stick jumbo beautifully arranged with barbeque saos complete with lots of french fries. Plus mayonnaise, tomato sauce is also spicy sambal.
Food that I have always wanted but never delivered because of poverty. I could only hear it taste so good from the mouths of my friends who went to fast food restaurants every weekend with their families. Lucky this time I could enjoy it, even once in my life.
Sure enough, it tastes delicious. No wonder so many people are addicted to it. Even though reaching deeper to enjoy it again.
Potatoes are so crispy, dicocol saos and mayonnaise. Really a very delicious blend of flavors. Moreover, every drop of juice that splashes out when the meat is punctured by a fork, “Ah .. guuriih once.” Makes my tongue stop swaying.
I completely forgot where I was. Right now, I just want to spend this food of heaven without any leftovers, licking the dishes and fork to clean.
I burped while closing my eyes, sipping back the last remaining juice in the glass.
“Uhuk!”
Chokes.
The moment I opened my eyes, the little boy who had shocked me yesterday, reappeared before me.
“Enak, here. Can I ask, can't I?”
“A-what are you doing here?”
“Waiting you.” Both of his hands were on his cheeks. He still looked at my face without blinking a second.
I scrunched my forehead. He nodded his head. As if answering my confusion.
“You're happy, huh? Being here?” Smile.
“Cih!” I continued to drink the juice after spitting on it, but he avoided it very quickly.
“Masa? Ckckck. Pretty, really fierce. Exceed dog doberman.”
I threw my face away, still thinking where did he come in from? Why can he be in front of me without making a sound.
“Lying! The proof is that you ate the breakfast provided by the host.”
“Indeed why would I spend this breakfast?”
“That means you enjoy the food and are very happy to be here, ‘kan?”
“I'm so hungry because I haven't eaten all night. Not because it likes the food, let alone feel at home living in this semi-sterious place.”
“You lied funny face, like chicken butt, he-he-he.”
I throw a pillow at him. He dodged quickly or the pillow had just penetrated him until it fell to the floor.
“Why wait for me?”
“You invited play.”
“Main what?”
“Hug me, you kiss.” The rancid child practiced it by turning his lips towards me while hugging himself.
“Dih, alay!"
“Not alay, but gombal.”
“Lebay, Huh!” I said while blowing his face.
“Huft. You smell!” He closed his nose. “Mandi first there.”
“Hey, what will you do to me?” She quickly carried me from the bed to the bathroom.
“Release! Put me down, bed*bah!” He threw me into the bathtube. Somehow? It does it very quickly, even in seconds.
“Ha-ha-ha,” he laughed happily then disappeared.
I'm sure my face when he threw me on the bathtube and got splashed with water was terrible. As usual when I opened my eyes the little boy had already vanished without a trace.
“F*ck!” I'm banging water in a bathtube. “Will cure your face like chips.” I bowed my fingers repeatedly (***-anxious) in great annoyance while imagining her face.
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