Love Poems Cinderella Mask
Inheritor

The man's ego attracts his feelings. I want to feel tight but ....

Shasa cleared his throat and shook Abra's hand slowly. "Sorry Brother." He stood up and kept a little distance.

"Yes, uh ...." An awkwardness is again created, and Abra is unable to answer his doubts.

Shasa tidied his clothes and corrected the sound. "I'm just, ahem, asking what do you want to eat? Mmm, that's it." The awkwardness made him have to escape the view of who should go somewhere.

"Yes, mmm. What do you eat?"

For a moment they were locked in silence.

"I'll buy it, brother, online." The girl gave me an idea.

"Mmh ... How about, just cook it?"

"Cooking? Cook what, brother, I'm usually easy."

Abra looked at the girl's face more clearly. "Aren't you going to cook?"

"Yes, no papa."

"If you cook like I cooked yesterday, can you?"

"Chicken with vegetables?" The girl's eyebrows go up.

"Yes." Yeah."

"Eh, that's ...."

"Aren't you?"

"Not want ...." Shasa rubbed the back of his head.

"Yes, make it. The ingredients must still be in the fridge."

"Eh ...." Shasa confusedly explained.

"Don't worry, I'll teach you later" the man said calmly.

Shasa finally followed Abra's request. He put on an apron and started removing material from the fridge, then washed it off. I forgot to cook rice.

The man directed the girl how to cut and cook it. A moment later, the cooking was finished and the rice was tanak.

"Try to taste ...," pinta Abra.

Shasa tasted one of the vegetables on the plate.

"Where?"

"Enak Sis." Shasa raised his thumb while chewing.

"Alhamdulillah." The man stroked the chest.

"Why Brother?" Shasa knitted his brows.

"If it's not good, I can't eat."

"Dear, Brother!" It felt like Shasa was tapping on the man's forehead with a spoon and the man laughed.

"Handering ...." Abra still laughed faintly.

The girl scowled a little but then took the plate for the man. "I'll take some rice, brother." He took the rice to the plate and put the plate on the dining table. He gave the side dish and poured it on Abra who was sitting across the table.

The man started eating with one hand. It turns out it is more comfortable to put the plate on the dining table than on the lap because the surface is hard so the plate does not move. "Mh, it feels good."

Shasa looked at the man.

"You can actually cook if you want. You're good at correcting taste."

"Favor Brother." The girl smiled.

Then they eat together.

"Mmh, by the way, you can tell Mr. Bima to start shooting. I asked the doctor yesterday and they said, no problem."

"I'll call you later."

While chewing, Abra watched Shasa.

Noticing, the girl asked. "Why Brother?"

"You're out of the office, call your girlfriend what?"

The girl thought for a moment. "At first call 'Sister', but the more here it is used to call 'Sir'," he said while remembering.

Whahuh? No fun calling girlfriend 'Pak'. They're actually dating, I took his girlfriend, Abra grumbled inwardly.

"Why?"

"Oh, no." Back Abra noticed Shasa. "Are you comfortable with that?"

"Mmh, no papa anyway." The girl bribed her nasi then looked at the man again. "Why?"

"What ... are you guys serious about each other? I mean, you don't look like you're dating."

"She said seriously, so I'll believe it."

What model is this? They're a strange couple. Shasa was also too naive. Where there are people dating like this, too busy with their respective jobs. "Did you never go for a walk?"

"Mmd? Not yet able to, Brother. We haven't been a week."

Oh, gpa. A little disappointed, Abra shifted the subject to something else.

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"You've seen Abra, haven't you?" The man shines a spotlight on his wife.

"Don't look at me like a criminal. Am I that bad? Even though the boy was rude to me I still sincerely looked at him." Karen with her sewot.

Kevin sighed and Diandra glanced slightly at his parents then continued to eat casually.

"Now that Abra has returned to her apartment, don't you want to see her apartment too?"

"So he wants to show me off he can afford a fancy apartment, right? Just move it, he didn't tell me if I should pretend to be happy to come there when I wasn't invited? Do you want me to bow my head to him so he can trample on my pride?" The woman spoke out fieryly.

"Karen, don't overdo it. The apartment that Abra bought was also not a luxury apartment." The man was inexhaustible, every time he talked about Abra, his wife was always emotional even though Abra never spoke badly about her stepmother.

"So, am I wrong again? Just keep blaming me and privileging Abra. Don't you remember having two more kids besides Abra, mmh?"

The middle-aged man sighed and pinched his forehead. He every once in a while complained about Abra to his wife, as if he privileged Abra, but that was not the case. He wants them to get along because Abra no longer has a mother but Karen seems unwilling to understand and narrow down the scope she calls family to just Kevin, Diandra and her husband and the woman only thought Abra was an outsider, and that has never changed until now.

Then he tried to talk about the others. "In, where have you been lately, huh? From a week before Dad went to America and after almost a month there, I just met Dad again this time. I heard from Mom you're also rarely home as long as Dad's not around. Then you go anywhere, like a man who does a lot of work."

Diandra turned to mother and frowned. "Just have fun(happy) just the same friends, Dad," he said casually. The long-haired beautiful girl, stirring her dinner plate with a spoon.

"Till night?"

"Bosser Well ...."

"You've been doing that for months after college. It is no longer have fun, but a human being without a purpose. You Diandra woman, people's views will be bad on you. If you need a challenge, start working tomorrow at Dad's hotel. At 8 am I have to be ready to go with my dad. There will be no excuse for this one, you got it?(No more excuses this time, okay?)" The man rubbed his mouth slightly with a napkin and placed it on the dining table.

The disappointed face of Diandra. "Yeah ...."

"You've decided." The man left the dining table without looking.

"Mother ..." whine Diandra while stomping her feet on the floor.

"Listen to your father's words, this time he was right" the mother whispered to her daughter. He patted the girl's hand on the table. She is not playing happy at last there is clarity about the hotel owned by her husband which means Diandrah who will inherit and continue her husband's hotel. He smiled widely.

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"Sister!"

Abra.

"I called, he said, take a picture tomorrow. The script is safe he said. Only the scripts for the videos will be overhauled." Shasa came to Abra on the sofa chair.

"Oh, good. Faster is better." Abra looks excited.

"Mk." Shasa's face looked worried despite trying to smile.

"Why are you so tense, my dear." Abra pulled Shasa sitting beside him.

"I know the world of martyrdom. I've never been in public and been highlighted by that camera" the girl said. Her face looks adorable.

"Yes, there I am. You don't have to worry." Abra poked that tiny nose. "Let's hear my instructions and everything will be fine."

Shasa still pursed his mouth making Abra even more anxious by pinching his cheek gently. "You'll be fine-fine (good), honey, trust me."

"Mmh" said the girl half-heartedly.

"Udah, now you are sleepy, do not let your eyes blacken under the lack of sleep because the photos will not be maximal."

Shasa stood up and stepped into his room, but then he looked back.

"But brother hasn't slept?"

"Yes, my brother is sleeping." Abra stood up and stepped into his room. He went into the room and went up to the bed. It was a little difficult to get on the bed because he had to drag a little hand that should not be moved.

Huh, Shasa. With you I'm like a teenager again. I don't know why I'm being such a fool.

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Dhamar woke up in the middle of the night. As usual, he got up and stood up. After coming out of the room he went down the stairs and went towards the kitchen. It searches for cups and makes coffee by brewing them in a water machine that emits hot water. He stirred for a while and took her to the dinner table.

The man unlocked his HP and started playing the game, but it wasn't long. He quickly stopped because he was bored. Damar stared at the coffee he made. Still steaming the smoke from the coffee but it even makes him dumbstruck.

Suddenly he moved furiously and brushed off the cup quickly until it rolled onto the floor. His hand was hit by a hot coffee water that made his hands tremble and redden. He doesn't care. He's really upset. Shasa's absence is the sole cause. He couldn't have no girl there. He could go crazy. Absolutely insane!

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That morning after breakfast, Shasa took a shower and got dressed. He had got the address of the shooting place from Haris and now he was waiting for Abra who had not left his room since. He waited long enough.

"Sister!" Shasa ventured to call him.

There's no answer.

The girl approached the door. "Belg ...."

"Eh, can you help me?" abra shouted from inside the room.

Eh? Please What? Shasa opened the door. The sight before his eyes made it difficult for him to swallow his saliva.

The man with an open chest was busy pulling a practical bandage cloth on his arm and he could not do it alone, but seeing Abra's dashing and athletic body Shasa was worried about wanting to help him or not.

"Aghhh!"

"Sister!"

Abra. "Please here ...," she called for pain relief.

Shasa had to go to him.

"Please pull this bandage holster up the upper arm and attach the adhesive straps across the chest" Abra told the news outlet. He does not know how difficult it is for Shasa to do it because he has to touch the body of Abra who shows the curves of his perfect male body.

The girl swallowed her saliva again.

"Cock-awkwardly? Come on, we're late! I can't put this on alone" Abra's plea made the girl wantonly to help put it up.

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