IN THE NEST OF YOUNG WIDOWS

IN THE NEST OF YOUNG WIDOWS
The More Curious


Tito and Yoyo finally fell asleep after going through a bed game in the second round with their employer in a different place. The tiredness that comes to them, stronger than the curiosity that makes them think, who is the employer who loves them? Tiredness that whack their bodies, presents a tremendous drowsiness so they have to give up on the eyes that want to be closed, even though their minds are still filled with questions.


In the morning, Tito and Yoyo, who wanted to continue speaking last night, had to undo his intention because they felt bad for a long time in the room of a woman who had not been his wife. Although they feel strange with the attitude of the host who looks ordinary, but it actually makes Tito and Yoyo feel more awkward.


This morning, Yoyo was at the dinner table with A. mey's parents, as well as A. mey's older sister and younger brother. There's A Mey there, too. Likewise with Tito, he was also at the dining table with his parents and two younger A ling sisters who looked beautiful and adorable. A ling's younger brother had always been looking for attention to Tito to the point of making A ling feel annoyed.


After breakfast, Yoyo and A Mey prepare to leave for a tourist spot not far from home. It took them about forty minutes, they had reached their destination. The lake-shaped tourist attractions are indeed quite famous in the community there. The air is quite cool and the atmosphere feels quiet but soothing. It is a suitable place for a date.


For A mey, going alone with a guy, it felt like she was dating. A Mey was interested in that guy. In fact he gave up his body to be enjoyed several times by the man who worked at his home. But what a pity, the man who was familiarly called Yoyo was insensitive to his feelings.


Throughout enjoying the atmosphere, A mey always tried to code by joining hands, kissing Yoyo's cheeks when taking pictures together, and many more codes that he showed. Even so, Yoyo's attitude still looks ordinary. A little annoying, isn't it?


Without A mey realizing that a man like Yoyo actually does not need a code to know his feelings. Yoyo who feels never loved by women, of course he does not know what the sign of a woman in love is like. Yang Yoyo knew, he had only ever felt like for women but did not dare to express it.


"Where? Satisfied? Or do you want to go on the road again?" a mey asked as they sat on the grass, under a fairly shady tree.


"Lumayan, go on later, Miss. Rest first, tired," yoyo lamented.


A mey smiled and picked up a tissue and cleaned Yoyo's sweat on her forehead. Yoyo was of course very surprised. At first he refused, but because A mey showed a forbidden attitude to refuse, Yoyo also resigned when the woman cleaned Yoyo's sweat and neck.


"My phone is matiin, heheheh .." replied Yoyo with a crybaby.


"God! Later Binbin cry loh," replied A mey who now his hand has moved to the neck of the man next to him.


"Miss saw it for himself, right? Binbin phone is not enough once. There was just a question, adorable," Yoyo replied while enjoying the view before her eyes, and enjoying the mistreatment of her master to her.


A mey smiled faintly. "Binbin is like your son, Yo."


"Well that's him. I'm surprised too, Miss. Was Binbin like this with his father?"


A mey shrugged her shoulders in response if she did not know, then she sat facing the same direction as Yoyo and leaned her body on the man's shoulder. There is a feeling of pleasure in Yoyo being treated like that. Maybe this is called dating. Until a while later, Yoyo's face showed like a shocked person's face, then he turned a glance towards A mey.


"What employer fell in love with me is Miss A mey?" yoyo muttered in his heart. Then in silence, Yoyo thought about everything he went through with his master. Yoyo's eyes sparkled. It was like he had found something while thinking.


"i'm sure, must be Miss A mey who's fallen in love with me? Why isn't he honest? What's he waiting for?" yoyo's heart continued to murmur.


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