Duda Bucin (Oh My Babysitter)
Concerts.

In a magnificent wedding building that has been so busy with the sound of sound checks and all the noise of preparing for the reception that will be held tomorrow morning. Baskara has put all the labor she has to help prepare everything for the marriage of her first two sons but the difference this time is that Raka's marriage is in favor, all relatives were invited from important officials to famous actresses without exception.

But in the corner of the place a woman actually looks riled up to her husband who still arranges the workers "Pi, ..." Calling Irma to her husband made the handsome man look at her.

"Hmm? Why?"

"Well what about Pi? Is he really playing home?" Irma asked again, saying something sad.

"Yes, Papi had told Miko to persuade him but still did not want to go home, it seems that the child was still not willing Pinkan in marrying his brother." Connect Baskara.

"When there was a rame wedding reception like this Murad did not come to the Pi, how was the same person who later asked him? Not to mention Papi's business partners who might glance at him to be made a son-in-law, they also would want to see it Pi. Mami also misses the boy. Try once again to persuade Murad Pi, who knows change his mind."

Baskara nodded slowly "But try one more time." He said then grabbed his cellphone trying to contact Miko again.

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Elsewhere, the melodious voice of a beautiful girl rang boisterously on her padded stage, the petite starting her exclusive concert.

"Tittak tittak din dindin, silent silence meyayap, come seekon namut, HAP, ...." Baby Zee cupped his father's handsome face making the man giggle amusedly.

"Yayu in taaaakaaaap."

"Yeay, Daddy's son can sing. Pinter." Raka said to her amazed applause, both of them struggling with blankets in the father's room.

"What's your name, Baby?" Tanya Raka tries to provide stimulation to her daughter who has learned to remember, Zee has been a year more so it is getting smarter and more critical.

"Zi aseloley." Answer the girl.

"Zee Ashley Cyril." Press Raka in every word.

"Zi aseloley."

"Ashley Cyril darling not aseloley. Try again Ashley Cyril."

"Aselroley's."

"You're the winner, baby." Raka cut her lips and dropped her head on the pillow.

"Daddy, Zi Tanen Mommy, let's meet Mommy, yok yok. Meet Mommy!" Get baby Zee to pull up her dad's white t-shirt. The little girl had missed the future mother who for four months accompanied her day.

"Darling, for a while we can not go to Mommy's house first, now Mommy is busy, she is again in pingit, let's be more beautiful, pangling, tomorrow we meet Mommy when Daddy has asked for it, so, so be patient, ok."

Zee whips up disappointed "Zi Tanen Mommy, Daddy, ..." She looked down with the glass in her eyes that looked adorable. Both round cheeks are like a warm bakpao.

"Patience, Daddy's missing, tomorrow night, we can already sleep in the same place, Daddy, Baby Zee and Mommy." Raka widens her smile to calm her daughter "Zee would you like to sleep with your beautiful Mommy?" Ask again.

"Mauuuu, yeay, Zi tuta, Daddy." Celoteh Zee was excited as she raised both her hands in excitement.

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In England, the United Kingdom at 23:00.

"Young master has been waiting, Mr. Raka's marriage is one day away, as soon as we return to Indonesia Young master, Master and Big Lady have missed you." Said Miko a personal assistant who Baskara sent to serve his second son, almost all activities and needs Murad while in England handled by Miko.

"I won't go home, until it's like that to your Master and Madam!" Murad said coldly while wearing his expensive coat.

"But young master, the private jet has been sent directly by the great sir, so, ..."

"Go! I don't have time to repeat my words!" Murad cut off the speech of his personal assistant leaving the man speechless not answering.

Then Murad grabbed the car keys and went down the stairs, his apartment did have two floors. With a flat face the young man came out of the apartment, then immediately took his four-wheeled vehicle to a place he hoped could calm the mind, cool the heart, relieve anger, hopefully, he could, it was Murad's hope to come to that place.

"Please sir."

In foreign language one bule-faced man who welcomed his arrival looked enthusiastic just by looking at the clothing brand Murad was wearing.

"VVIP rooms."

After speaking with the barista, Murad was directed to a room where he would enjoy his alone time with the illicit drink that had helped him forget someone for several days.

Well, the young man sat on a long sofa with a dim nuance only alone, then after unconscious then usually the personal assistant picked up. At first Murad was just accidentally invited by one of his Casanova friends, then some days this young man often visited this place, where he could momentarily forget the beautiful face of Pinkan Arora who one day became his sister-in-law, the healthy competition he was talking about turned out to be no longer valid, he said, the proof is now that Murad was heartbroken and felt very disappointed when he heard the news of Raka's union with Pinkan, even the last few weeks the young man did not want to pick up the phone from his mother's father.

Dreeetttt one vibration showing the yellow envelope icon on her thin screen.

📩 "Bang, Eric kangen, come back here spit!"

Murad grinned bitterly reading a text message from his youngest brother "Well what am I going back, Mr. Baskara's son just you're the same bang Raka!" His murmuring was cynical as he gulped quickly at the cocktail in his small glass.

Tap tap tap!

The rowdy sound of the pounding shoes heels belonged to a girl in very mini dress, suddenly smuggling into his VVIP room made Murad turn to him with a frown on his forehead staring at the confused girl who had a familiar face to her, the face of the girl like an Indonesian citizen.

"Excuse me sir, can you help me?" The girl's voice seemed to be crying out to him, with a gasp of breath and a look of fear.

"What can I help you with?" Murad fishing with the language of his beloved homeland, maybe the girl is indeed an Indonesian citizen.

"Huh? Do you speak Indonesian?" The girl looked surprised but on the other hand she also looked more relieved, she approached "I'm after the bad guy Sir, she wants to sell me, help me Master, please! In exchange I will obey all your wishes." The girl continued to love the handsome young man she did not know yet.

"What good is it that I'm helping you? I've got everything, personal assistants, money, fun like anything I can get!" Murad who was already affected by the alcohol became colder than before.

"I beg you, sir, I will do anything you want to help me escape from that man." The girl fused her hands together begging to even kneel before the young man.

With a cold smirk Murad brought her face closer and stared intensely at every curve of the girl's face that looked beautiful as a real Indonesian girl, then the young man leaned his body on the sofa his right hand took off one by one the buttons of his shirt while his left hand slapped his thigh "Come on!" Her request.

"Emm, what do you mean, sir?" The girl looked nervous and was afraid of the intention of avoiding the stumped crocodile was it necessary to enter into a handsome crocodile trap? But it's better than having to fuck a creepy guy in the mafia gangster class.

"What are you thinking? I just want to hide your body, they won't dare come close if they think we're making love." Murad continued when he knew something perched on the girl's bad mind.

"Emm, yes Sir sorry, I'm just, awkwardly, ..." The girl's lips bowed.

Soon the noise of the burly men's boots was heard pacing back and forth in front of the door of the room, and it seemed as if it was about to step inside.

BRACKET!

"Oh. Emmh, You're so amazing Baby, Emmh ahh, ..." A feigned sigh that slipped from the lips of a Murad as the burly man entered his room.

Murad seemed not to heed the man biting his lower lip as sensually as possible and further submerged the girl's head between her thighs, his expensive coat he used to cover part of the body of the girl who was currently under his VVIP sofa.

"Ah. emmh."

"Shitz!!" Umppat one of the burly men then came out of the room again with a look of annoyance, apparently the intention of looking for a runaway hunt actually saw the man was panting with his sigh, I enjoy the game of female love.

After making sure the burly man went Murad opened the coat covering the girl's body then the two looked at each other still from the same position "They're gone! Now get out of here!" Get rid of it cold.

"But, ..." The girl seemed reluctant to leave the place. Who her?

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