Duda Bucin (Oh My Babysitter)
Shah!

"They're gone! Now get out of here!" Banish Murad coldly.

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

"Who's your name?" Sambar Murad asked still with his flat look.

"Hayu Diajeng Tuan's. Whose master?" Ask back.

"Murads. Greetings, put on my jacket to cover your body." Murad fixed his expensive coat as much as possible to cover the girl's makeup body "Now go! I still want to continue my loneliness!" Expel Murad.

"But I have no purpose, I don't know where to go, sir." The girl looked down and sat right next to the handsome young man.

"It's up to you that way!"

For about half an hour they sat side by side but Murad did not heed the girl's whereabouts, he was busy sipping his cocktail while occasionally closing his eyes trying to recall the beautiful face of Pinkan that he had so hard to forget.

"Stupid! Why do I want to keep remembering her smile? Then what's the point of me being here?!"

Crack!! Murad tossed a small cocktail glass making the girl next to him raise both her shoulders in a jolt.

"You said you hated the Raka bang, then why would you suddenly want to marry her? You said you didn't like Raka's bang, so why are you with her now? I deliberately took a year of education, just because I still wanted to chase you! But, it turns out you're Marni's hypocrite!"

Murad muttered with his cold smirk and Hayu still continued to listen to the rags for Murad's concoction in silence.

Soon the young man then moved from his seat after throwing away many tips on the VVIP table and then stepped quickly out of the room on the ekori beautiful Asian-faced girl named Hayu Diajeng.

Murad only drank one bottle then was unable to make the fit young man stagger, well, just a little dizzy. Arriving in the lobby Murad glanced at the left, at the sight of the girl still following his steps.

"Why are you still following me?" Ask in the flat tone of the highway.

"Follow sir, I will follow you wherever you go." Sahut Hayu Diajeng made Murad take off his smile.

"I don't want to deal with you! Go then! I'm not interested in wearing you! Even though I'm drunk here, but I'm still a fine man, go!" Remove it with a step that is not the least he slowly right.

"Sorry sir, please don't leave me here alone, take me with you sir." Rengek Hayu Diajeng. Now both are out of the big nightclub.

"Sir." Hayu continued to accompany Murad's steps even to run small in order to align their steps.

"I told you, I don't want to deal with you anymore!" Continued Murad indifferently.

"But sir, here I really have no place to live, friends or even work, I have no one in this country." Timpal Hayu Diajeng.

"Then what does this have to do with me?" Murad stopped his steps then looked at the pretty face of the girl with eyebrows rising next door.

"We're one country, right? In this country you are the only one I can talk to as easily as this, because my knowledge of English is too minimal sir. Help me, hire me at your place, I can cook, do laundry and do the dishes, clean the house, no need to pay a salary is fine, sir, enough to feed a little, just don't leave me here alone." Pinta the girl is pinched.

"At home I already have a personal assistant as well as a housekeeper, you don't need one!" Murad was about to step away but Hayu ventured to grab the young man's hand "Master, please, .. hiks!" He began to listen to his sobs.

And Murad's eyes widened when he saw a horde of tall, burly men, one of whom he had seen while hiding the girl in his VVIP room.

The gep!!

Murad encapsulates the girl's head putting her on the cleavage of her field "I love you baby." His words while briefly peeping the top of the girl's head made a Hayu Diajeng raise his eyes full, really suddenly the heartbeat of the girl beat so fast that Murad could feel it.

"Gentlemen, w-what are you doing?" Ask me nervous.

"Just be quiet, right behind you is a guy who wants to sell you, it looks like he's still looking for you." Murad whispered in the girl's ear.

"W-what?" Hayu jolted her body shaking violently in fear, her hands reflexively coiled tightly onto the young man's back.

"Please save me from that guy sir, I don't want to be sold, I'm afraid!"

"Now get in my car!" After a moment of staring at the girl's silence, Murad led Hayu Diajeng into his sports car and used the services of an impromptu driver who had been provided by the bar, people usually need a driver when they are drunk.

"Why did you become homeless in this country? Where's your mom's dad?" In the middle of the journey Murad asked the origin of the girl.

Hayu turned to give a solemn submission to the young man who had helped him "I am an orphan Master, in my village Solo I only live with my grandmother, I came here in the lure of being TKW, TKW, as a domestic assistant, but it turns out I was tricked sir, my virginity was actually sold by the burly man." The answer says bitter.

"Then, how do you run away from them? Have you, ...?"

"Of course not yet Mr." Hayu Diajeng waved his hand as fast as lightning to fend off the bad thoughts of the young man "I ran away before the man, they are mafia gangsters who want to use me in crowds, but in between my prayers, they are, God saved me, they were busy arguing over who was enjoying me first when I took the opportunity to run away from the room, and somehow I wanted to enter your room. Thank you, maybe God showed me a way to ask for help from you." He looked as if he was relieved.

Murad approached and gave no distance to their two faces "What if I fuck you? I'm also a normal man, I could have been a philanderer to you, have you promised to do anything for me, if I help you! Then, are you ready to do it with me?" Ask.

"Emm, I-I, ..." Hayu began to tremble his hands squeezing the tip of the coat he was wearing, the beautiful girl village flower was indeed still very very plain, so innocent easily in the tricks of the occult labor foundation.

Seeing that Murad smiled with a sneer "Calm down, I'm not interested in you anyway, I only like one woman, she's very beautiful, more beautiful than you! Your Javanese face won't make me look at you!" Murad then turned his gaze towards the front with a chilling cold on his face.

Slowly Hayu looked down a little more relieved but also a little sick when the handsome young man insulted his tribe, Java.

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In Indonesia at 09:00.

...Shah?...

^^^Shyah!^^^

Shah!

The word that was heard in all corners of the luxurious room dominated by pink white, a sweet smile was plastered on the corners of the lips of the bride and groom who looked very charming.

Pinkan who wears a beautiful white dress fluffy with hair in a simple bun so that it displays her true beauty, then Raka was also no less charming than earlier all the women were amazed to look at him who was wearing a black tuxedo, also Martha's design.

All close relatives wear the same kebaya, including Baby Zee who is also adorable with her baby kebaya.

"Finally, kosher lu Bro, well after this you may have randomized your wife's farmland, so that it will be more fertile." The whisper of Arjuna in the ear of his superior while chuckling.

"....." Raka did not turn her lips busy smiling while her heart was feeling matchless happiness rising in her chest.

"Alhamdulillah, we are also besan Yan!" Baskara hugged her best friend with glasses in her eyes that were not made up.

"Yes Bas, I'm sending my son to you, watch out, don't take your son to hurt my son! Let's say you're CEO, I'll ruffle your throne!" The threat that was interspersed with the tears of the middle-aged lung man.

"Congratulations jeng, may our daughter's son become a family that is sadinah warahmah." Irma hugged her female.

"Aamiinu. Hiks hyks." Martha was not strong enough to hold the clear blur peeking at the corner of her net.

The atmosphere of blue haru was happening in the magnificent building, their lips as if they did not escape from a happy smile.

"My husband. You are now my husband!" Said Pinkan grasping the hand of his priest figure.

"And you're my wife!" Reply to the man who then gently kisses his wife's lips, and the applause of the invited guests becomes a backsound of their love romance.

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