Duda Bucin (Oh My Babysitter)
Rained out.

..."The rush of rain and the roar of lightning I don't care when you know that I love you" Bucin Murad Earl....

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"Aaaaah sick Miko. Can you slow down a little?" Murad snapped grimacing while glaring at the man.

"This has been slowest young master." Miko is still busy applying allergy cream to the whole body of her employer's child "Patience, ..." Inner side.

The two sat on the sofa of Murad's VVIP hotel room, upon arrival from Hayu village the young master's clear skin appeared a red rash that felt very hot. Looks like Murad's allergic to the grass.

"Well me just like this, what else is Hayu whose skin is as soft as that? She must have been itching worse than me!" Rutuk Murad looked at Miko's hand that was still treating her.

"Not necessarily young Master." Miko took a quick glance at Murad's face in between her activities "Nona Hayu is used to the air and the environment there, so surely her skin is more adaptable, so definitely more skin can adapt, I'm sure Miss Hayu won't be anything." Relaxing continues.

"Hopefully." Nod little Murad expectantly "But, he seems to hate me so much, I do deserve to hate." Sickest ideal.

"Young master's spirit, I know it's not easy, but keep trying, we're men. After God chose it. Stay how his man gets." Said the encouragement from Miko while smiling.

"Talking you've got a girlfriend!" Sindir Murad sneered at his acute bachelor assistant. Then Miko just smiled cheaply.

While waiting for the rash on his skin to improve Murad sat on the balcony of his hotel room, with lips that continued to dabble upset, if only not allergic maybe now he had met his girl. But yes, fate says something else.

After Maghrib the young man rushed to K village again, although there was still a little rash that had not disappeared, it was fine, the night of the rash was not too noticeable, he said, murad's feet were already itching to meet his girl soon.

Surely still accompanied by Miko the loyal assistant and patient. The journey from the hotel to the village only takes fifteen minutes, close, but it seems the weather this time does not support, the goals have been heard a small thunderstorm sign of the coming rain, the rain, the wind began to shake the trees along with the boisterous sound of unpretentious leaves.

But it did not undo Murad's steady intentions, the young man still took out his expensive sneaker, set foot in front of the alley, where he could go directly to the courtyard of Hayu Diajeng's house. Murad already knew the girl's address from Rahmat.

"Do you want me to accompany you?" Ask Miko.

Murad shook his head "No need, I can alone you just wait here. Maybe Grace will be here soon too." His past words were answered with a small nod of the man.

Murad continued to move towards the place where he could find his beautiful girl, his heart began to beat fast when he recalled his meeting with Hayu Diajeng back. Huff, hopefully this time Hayu wants to be spoken to, please in his prayer.

As usual the casual shirt and jeans that Murad chose, the smell of the masculine perfume he wore was quite a confidence.

Tis tis, Murad looked up to feel a drizzle that still rarely hit the skin of his face, the young man then raised his hand to make sure that what hit him was really raindrops.

Tis tis, this time the drops more often than before apparently it is true tonight will be heavy rain.

Okay no problem, Murad was determined that tonight he should be able to get Sorry from Hayu Diajeng. Do not just drizzle, rainstorm Murad will continue his intentions.

After passing through several small dwellings, now Murad's steps will enter the fence of the house he was headed to but suddenly a voice cried out from behind his body.

"Where's the handsome guy going?" Asked the woman making sure in a decent voice made Murad flinch in shock.

"Eh," His gaze was on one mother holding one daughter carrying prayer equipment like just returning from musholla, maybe just following the prayer service isya "I want to find Hayu Bu." Murad smiled kindly at the friendly lady.

"Oh, Hayu, the boy at this hour is still in the mosque, but maybe he'll be home soon. So just wait in front of her house," Obviously the woman gave the information.

"Oh so," Murad-mouthed.

"So soon as I go straight in, it's raining." The woman's pamphlet was then answered with a small nod of Murad "Yes, please, thank you ma'am." He said while giving a polite head bow.

The two women then entered the house facing Hayu's house. They are indeed Hayu's good neighbors who are like family.

After that Murad again continued the steps towards the terrace of Hayu's simple house which according to Murad is very small and even the land area is not larger than one room in the main house Baskara.

"So this is Hayu's house?" He muttered softly and then sat on the long chair located right in front of Hayu Diajeng's room. The condition of the village is deserted stub drizzle is also increasingly frequent even has begun to rain.

"What, Hayu raining? Or maybe he's taking shelter somewhere else?" Murad started to get nervous. But did nothing but herself faithfully waiting in Hayu's long chair. Where do you want to go anyway? In that village Murad did not know much of his route.

Click Miko to send him a message and a little treat the loneliness of the young man.

📩 "The rain is heavy Sir, do I want to pick it up? We home?" Miko's Message.

Murad shook his head while playing his fingers on the thin screen of his "Ti...." Not yet completed Murad wrote a reply, his eyes were shocked by the figure of a girl who appeared to be approaching in his direction. The girl braved the rain with a small umbrella that slightly covered her eyes, not realizing that on the porch of the small house was a handsome young man sitting on a long wooden chair.

"Wood!"

Sontak Hayu turned to the source of the voice with a sharp look that was immediately fixed on the young man "You! What else are you doing here?" Her beaver.

Murad smiled "I still want to talk to you." The answer is hopeful.

But there was no answer from Hayu, the girl just directly stepped towards the main entrance of his simple residence but impulsively Murad blocked his path, even his hand held the girl's arm "Hayu, she said, Please give me a chance, please." She looked at him with a hopeful look.

Hayu still did not want to say a word, he just looked at Murad's hand that touched his arm with a piercing gaze, until by itself the hand was released, this time Murad let Hayu in, but before that, before that, the young man spoke first.

"I'll keep waiting for you here, until you forgive me!" Murad was half threatening but it seemed like the threat meant nothing to him. Hayu continued to step into his residence and closed the door not caring for Murad who was still faithful staring at the sinking of Hayu behind the green door.

The rain was getting heavier, the wind was mixed with the storm, the cold began to choke the handsome young man's body, occasionally Murad's hand swiped his own arm just to reduce the cold that made him shiver, in fact, not infrequently Murad wiped his face that was hit by tampias rain water.

"My law is as good as yours, as long as you can finally forgive me!" Mumbled wailing.

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While inside, Hayu had already entered her small bathroom changing her wet clothes in pajamas, she said, previously he also had time to wash his face and brush his teeth because after that Hayu immediately climbed into the bed and entered the blanket and even drowned his entire body and face down there, the rainy weather is so swift that it might make it easier to fall asleep.

"Bismillah." Her speech.

But the reality is not as easy as imagined, Hayu can not be calm to let the handsome young man cold outside his home. The eyes that he had forcibly closed were no longer strong enough to be wide-eyed while his hands revealed the blanket that covered his face.

"Oh my God, why did he have to come here again? How does he know my home address? Just make it dizzy!" The monologue is upset.

With mixed feelings Hayu uncovered the blanket from his body and walked slowly closer to his bedroom window, at the peek of the young man who was still sitting half curled up in his porch long chair.

"She's still here? Didn't his parents look for him? What if he is sick? Where the rain is getting heavier. Most watch FTV he's sure, so take their silly scenes!" His curl then walked back and forth with a finger tapping his chin, confused.

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Outside, Murad had slightly curled his body in the wooden chair, his legs bent and he hugged himself, as if Hayu wanted to replace his calf might feel warmer.

The ringing of the thin device in the pocket of the pants continued to call, had long asked to be noticed but not the least Murad ignored.

His lips began to turn blue so that the night wind was pierced with rain water that hit the body "You don't know Hayu yet, I have a nature that never backs down, before overtime." His mind still had time to throw away the smirk.

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