Duda Bucin (Oh My Babysitter)
Frozen.

The sound of sobbing was heard softly in the room dominated by black, on a bed measuring 200x200, he said, the girl who was no longer a virgin lamented her fate after the loss of her precious crown which was forcibly taken by a young man.

"Hiks hyks."

In the possessive embrace the girl was unable to wart despite the breath felt tight so tight hugs it.

Apparently the more frequent crying made the young man behind her squirm and increasingly snorting to his nape inhale the peaceful aroma there "Warm you Baby."

"Hiks, ..." His sobs once again managed to make the young man wake up from the hallucination room.

"You!"

Screaming the young man who was none other than Murad Earl, he sat glaring while holding his head which still felt very heavy with a frown on his forehead.

"Hiks hyks." The answer from the non-virgin girl made Murad's memory instantly sail to ten hours ago.

The flashback

"Young master don't keep drinking, your body can be damaged! Better young master release sincerely Miss Pinkan, he is happy with Mr. Raka, a soul mate has been arranged Mr." Rutukan from Miko who now has the body of a handsome young man with a sad face entered his room.

"Whisper! You don't know what it's like to fall in love at first sight, I can forget my first love just because of her, and now I'm told to forget it too?" Murad threw a sinister smile at the corner of his lips "In what way? After graduating from here, I must be at home with her, forgetting about her would be hard." His raving with lengar tone.

Brugh!

Without answering any more Miko laid Murad's body on a king-size bed and stripped the young man's shoes, watch and long cardi before he stepped out and closed the door, let the Lord rest.

Miko immediately entered her own room located on the lower floor because she was too tired with her task that was so draining of energy, serving a broken-hearted young man was quite frustrating. For a moment Miko also wanted to rest on her soft bed stretching her muscles on her temporary bed.

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Shortly after that in the minimalist kitchen that is still in the scope of the luxury apartment, Hayu Diajeng has busied himself, has become a habit in the village of waking up at dawn, the girl then inched up her sleeves and began to struggle with the plate in the sink after tying her hair up to look smooth neckline.

"Hopefully, Ira might be helped by me being in this house." Hayu muttered with his own regional language, Solo.

It's been a day and more that the girl lives in this apartment, which Miko initially disagrees with because Baskara doesn't allow her son to bring a foreign girl into her apartment, but, whose name is young master who wants to lose to an assistant, Murad still hires Hayu Diajeng there, after all before he can help take care of Hayu's return to Indonesia again, for a while Murad used his services first, besides NT novels in this world there is nothing free, right?

Hayu's hands were still busy with soap foam but suddenly a circular erotic touch on her stomach pecked the neck of the airy-looking tie "So you're here Marni? People say today you married bang Raka." Whispers followed in his ears.

Hayu wriggled amusedly then reflexively turned towards the alcoholic-smelling young man "Master, sorry, w-what did T-master do?" Nervousness shaking.

"I told you not to call Mr. Marni, call me Murad!"

"But, ..." Uncompleted, Murad turned over Hayu's body and landed his nose in the niche of his neck.

The peaceful aroma of a Hayu Diajeng siphons all the passion in the hallucination world of the young Master.

"Sir, please don't, don't do this, you know, sir, you're drunk, I'm not the woman you call her name, I'm Hayu Tuan." The girl tried to resuscitate Murad but unfortunately the compound from Vodka that had run its blood flow continued to dart his hallucinations.

"Ahh, j-don't, ..." Hayu could not be separated from the twists of the young man, Murad continued to guerrilla with the body of a soft-skinned patch of mature sapodilla belonging to Hayu more precisely exotic, exotic,

After combing his entire curves, Hayu felt his body float into the air, apparently without the cue Murad carried him unilaterally.

"Down me Sir!" Hayu thrashed at the dashing back of the young man. It turned out that even in a drunken state Murad was still able to take the girl up the stairs.

Brugh!

Laying his body Hayu on his king-size bed, then approached while fiddling with the head of his expensive belt, a sweater, t-shirt he loose haphazardly.

"Don't Master, don't!" Rontaan Hayu doesn't mean anything Murad keeps abiding by his hallucinatory desires.

"Be mine forever!" Hayu's body trembled violently with a beating heart hearing the sweet word from the lips of the handsome young master.

In the end, according to what Hayu did, the girl was lulled with the good looks and bravery that Murad had, her athletic body while bare-chested broke down the defense of a Hayu Diajeng, the village girl.

Whether like it or opium in a period of seven hours only Murad did it up to three times to make the body ranum Hayu Diajeng crumble dimmer.

Flashback end

"So you seduced me? You set me up on purpose, huh?" Murad pointed at Hayu who was incessantly crying.

"........" Hayu could not say anything, even to defend himself was not able to.

"Answer! You seduce me? You set me up on purpose, didn't you? You want me to marry you? Then can live a good life as a young mistress? That so?" Sarkas Murad chimed in again.

"Master! What's the matter? W-why you guys?" Miko who had just arrived was aghast to see her young master was one blanket with a girl, careless once she had happened to something like this she had just shown her nose.

Murad looked at Miko "She, she deliberately teased me in a drunken state, I know this kind of girl does have ulterior intentions!" Murad continued to argue with his own mind while pointing at the girl's face scornfully.

Murad then turned to Hayu "I've been trying to help you, but, this is your reply to me huh? You're trying to get me to impregnate you, and then hold me accountable, huh?" The irony.

"Enough!" Hayu could not accept the accusation for the sake of the accusation that was thrown from the spicy mouth of the young man.

Unfortunately not all women who slept then had bad intentions like Miska's former sister-in-law.

"You forced me! You're the one who thinks of me Marni, you, you who keeps mentioning Marni's name when you vent your desires on me! And now you're accusing me?" Berang Hayu.

"Did you say sir? I set you up on purpose? Hmh!" The village girl dared to grumble "I never once dreamed of becoming the young mistress of a young master like you!" Reveal it.

With his makeshift clothes Hayu came out of the room past Miko who was still flabbergasted by the unexpected situation, fortunately before Murad woke up Hayu had to wear Murad's sweater just to cover his makeup.

"Aaaagghhhh! Go then! Jallang!" Horny Murad stomped his hand on his spring bed, chasing was impossible, the young man was still innocent without a thread, other than the blanket that became his cover.

"Is the young master sure he's the one who teased you?" Miko seemed to not believe in the exchange of her young master, in view of Hayu's face he was not a cheap woman, although it is not clear the origin.

Making Murad frown at the sharp stare of the man "Of course! You doubted me?" The swoop is ketus.

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While Hayu had gone down the stairs, bearing the broken pieces of his heart, in the end in this country he was completely detached from his treasured crown, which was his, although lucky not with men who have enjoyed women a lot, because this is also the prime for a Murad Earl.

Wiping away the tears on her cheeks, Hayu continued to walk towards the main door, then out of the apartment, no matter the fate that awaited after, and then came out, Hayu was only not strong if he continued to listen to the speech of the young man who took his virginity also left pain in his core body.

"Ampurone Mbah, Hayu wes destroyed!" In between his run Hayu remembers the grandmother who raised him in the village there. The old man's sweet smile suddenly flashed in the blink of his eyes.

What can Hayu do in a foreign country, with his perfunctory clothes, running haphazardly without direction and purpose, whether to commit suicide? Plunge and wash his body in the Effra River?

Wait, running without carrying a penny of money, with innocent feet breaking through the snowy winter may in a matter of hours it will die by itself. Frozen, a frozen heart that broke him.

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