Duda Bucin (Oh My Babysitter)
Handsome bungsu.

Under the water droplets from the shower that slowly soaked his body slowly also restored the young man's sanity, the memory debris as he forced Hayu Diajeng so greedily began to collect one by one.

"Don't Master, don't!"

Hayu's words were suddenly ringing in his ears

"Please don't do this!"

Murad closed his eyes tightly trying to eling from the influence of Vodka that he drank. His hand squeezed his own hair full of emphasis.

"Lord, what have I done? Did I force him?" Murad muttered as he recalled the incident between him and Hayu Diajeng hours ago.

Still curious about what happened, Murad then sped up his bath, no thirty minutes the young man had come out with his kimono towel.

CCTV, doesn't he have CCTV? What is the difficulty in remembering it? CCTV does not sleep, it must have recorded all activities in the house including CCTV in his room.

Tidy in his expensive clothes, Murad sat on the reclining chair of his study desk, opened his laptop and accessed the secret folder there, where only he could have access to the folder, CCTV video recording the incident in his own room.

"Damn!" Murad cursed to himself as he watched scene after scene as he forcibly seized the crown of the village girl. Suddenly the flow of blood seemed to boil, so shaky as it felt.

"Oh my God, I've even forced him so many times! Then I accused him of a no-no!" Murad rubbed his hair back with both hands, feeling very guilty. It turned out that he had firmly taken away the sanctity of an innocent girl and hurt her heart as well. Indeed Murad is not a bad man, he is only affected by demonic drinks.

With a face that is difficult to explain Murad grabbed his long coat that he used, then took the car keys from inside his drawer. Walking down the stairs intending to catch up with Hayu Diajeng who was either alive or had died of cold, Murad's mind began to fall into disarray.

"Come on, don't let him get lost in this town, or I'll keep feeling guilty my whole life!" Mumbled uneasily.

"Where's mbak?" Downstairs, Ira the housekeeper was busy preparing dinner.

"Mr Miko left not long after Hayu left the young master." The answer.

Murad was a little relieved, at least before him, Miko had already searched, or even followed where Hayu Diajeng had gone.

"You take care of the house Yes ma'am, I want to catch up with them!" She got nervous and walked out of the apartment unit after seeing the woman's head nod.

Murad walked quickly while playing his device trying to contact his personal assistant. Many times the young man suppressed the contact that read Miko but did not get an answer.

"Damn, ... At night his call disturbed me! Why at a time like this is even difficult to contact!" Sarkas Murad murmured furiously.

Murad continued to step down with the elevator and then walked quickly to the parking lot he then immediately entered his black sports car.

"May not be far from here" he murmured expectantly.

With moderate speed Murad drove his car, began combing the entire city from crowded to quiet, at some point he could not visit the obstacle of snow falling increasingly cover the view, police portals everywhere are closing steep paths that are prone to accidents.

"Where are they?" His murmured again continued to be loyal with an anxious face full of regret. After four hours of combing the city and not finding the figure he was looking for, Murad decided to return to his apartment, maybe Miko had gone home, and again late at night, the streets were getting gripping.

An hour passed. Arriving home, Murad returns to meet Ira in her apartment's clean minimalist kitchen "Young master." The woman welcomed.

"Miko's home yet?" Murad rotated his eyes looking around which still looked lonely.

"Not yet young master, from just now I'm here alone." Answer Ira.

"Oh." Murad then walked up the stairs, to his room, where he tricked a woman.

Murad's steps immediately led to a bed that was still tattered, in the open of his thick black blanket until it appeared white bed linen where red patches were seen too late-goals scattered.

Along with that the phone in his pants pocket shook, the young man quickly grabbed his square device.

"Hello." His greeting lirih.

"Sorry sir, have me active again. I accidentally turned it off." Said the man across the phone there.

"Where is Hayu?" Without hesitation Murad asked that.

"I was just about to give you some information about him, Young master need not worry, I've taken care of it." The man sounded sure.

Murad's eyes closed slowly as he breathed a sigh of relief "Thank God." Her speech.

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In Indonesia at 03:00.

Raka, who had just finished with her sweat war, was sitting on the balcony seat still busy with her flattened device, as the handsome man continued to send phone calls to Murad and Miko. It has been dozens of times, but it has not received a response.

"Murad gamau lift, this Miko is not even active! Where are they at? Shouldn't have not slept, it's still late in the afternoon, right?" His mutter cursed while scratching next to his eyebrows.

📨 "Lu seriously angry same bang Raka hah?" He wrote it briefly on his sister's number.

Raka's face grimly his eyes peeked at his flattened device, seriously "Bas on your ungodly sister!" The sarcasm is doomed.

Then the sound of footsteps sounded closer made Raka turn with a frowning staring at the youngest sister who had not yet slept at this hour, Eric stepped over the balcony guardrail carrying a cup of coffee in his hand.

"Lu too, what's up here? Isn't it tomorrow you go to school?!" The question is a little inflamed, carried away.

"Eric kangen bang Murad." Eric.

"Sama, bang Raka too." Connect Raka.

"Usually we can make threes here, let's say you like to care if you say, but Eric miss a get-together."

The spoiled young man then thrust his coffee at his brother and Raka received with a smile on his face "Now bang Raka ajah who drinks, Eric can be bloated drinking one glass himself." He said in a sad tone, then stepped back to the balcony of his own room.

Raka giggles at the spoiled behavior of her youngest sister who despite the many girl fans in school but her nature still resembles children "Thank you yah youngest handsome." He said then sipped coffee given by his sister, early in the morning this is given coffee, really delicious which you lie, right Raka?

"Brruuuussshhhh!!" Raka spouted back his beloved youngest brother's concoction coffee that tasted spicy, salty, acid indistinct juntrungannya.

"Gear!!" Shouted Raka "Damn you!!" The man stood glaring at Eric who was engrossed in holding his stomach while laughing at him.

"Wkwkwkwk! That's revenge for a brother who likes to marry his sister!"

"Bungsu durjanaaa!!" Senggak Raka while watering the rest of the coffee on his sister who seems not right on target, Eric has stopped to enter his room.

"Astaghfirullah, be patient, Raka be patient!" The man inflated his chest to hold back his emotions as much as possible.

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