Me VS Master
Where's the fault?

Arriving at the basecamp, Rafa went out first and slammed the vehicle door. Three people were still stuck in the white city car, simultaneously lifting both shoulders in shock. The seeds of his third eye shifted slowly following Rafa's departure with wide footsteps, they also both swallowed the forced saliva in the shrinking throat.

"I don't go out, handle it myself!" Vino got out of the car, leaving two people behind who were now staring at each other.

"I ...."

"Udah, face me. Master is also angry so doang!"

"Not that .. I'm laper. My stomach is like this granny, wrinkled."

"Again, Van!" Alya widens her eyes. "I'm also laper."

"Hahaha, the hunt goes on making food!" Vanya rushed down, followed by Alya who also contributed a big smile.

The two join hands, the face of the story is attached to accompany the steps to the main door. Stomach worms have been screaming for help, no longer able to breathe in the stomach continues to shrink.

However, the desire of two women both wearing jeans was temporarily held back, when the eyes looked at Rafa standing near the main door to be broken through. The creepy look was given by Rafa—lelaki who was now holding a bottle of black-colored alcoholic drink in hand.

"Sit down!" resolutely Rafa, set his eyes on the long sofa of the living room.

"Hehehe, can you go to the room first, Master? Work in the room is still a lot, later we have to go to the project, right? Early in the morning, the video call boss will ask for a report. It wouldn't be nice if we didn't give her a report." Vanya was grimace, pointing repeatedly at the stairs on the right side.

"Hehehe, actually said Vanya. Your boss if he's angry is like a lion, Master. So, let's go upstairs to continue working, okay?" tymphal Alya.

"SIT DOWN!" snapped Rafa, freezing Rafa instantly.

However, that does not apply to the two women who actually push each other's hands, so that it is preceded to obey the strong word voiced. Rafa saw the movement of hands holding each other in front of him, a rough sigh was exhaled.

"Hehehe, yes. It's gonna sit." Vanya and Alya went hand in hand, quite understanding the continued flow of a rough breath of their two vice superiors.

Shift your legs towards the sofa, walking like a sideways crab. Rafa shook his head and once again had to sigh, giving a slight respite to the chest buried in tightness by anger and resentment.

Rafa placed the bottle he carried onto the table, then stood cross-legged in front of his chest, looking at the two faces deliberately set up like a child without sin. Vanya even wanted to grab the bottle still sealed on the table, lucky that Vino immediately approached and hit the back of his hand.

"Sick, youh!" vanya protest, glared at by the man who shifted the drink and moved it to the side floor of the table. "It's still new, it's sold." Vanya added a soft, pursed lip by him.

"Hahaha, I can eat to the cafe tomorrow. It's still a long time ago, isn't it?" connect Alya.

"Well, right! Hunting phone, and I'm wrapped so beautiful, the price we can up a little. That's good, isn't it?"

"We're out the cost of buying dong wrap material, Van?"

"No need. In the rooms of many old magazines, we just wear it. Relax, a little bit of touch will also be aesthetic!"

"You did it, I promoted it!"

"Okay, agreed! But up two what three hundred, huh? I need to buy some soap too."

"If the packaging is aesthetic anyway, we up half the price can still sell. Take it easy, I know someone who will buy this stuff! Bentar, I'm calling the guy!"

"I help believe—" cut off the words of Vanya's spirit, the table was kicked tight by the man who had been listening while massaging his forehead.

Three people joined the long sofa immediately straightened up, rewind the sitting position until the back hit the back of the sofa. The three bowed, but fingers poked at each other.

Rafa threw a very rough breath, his face was flushed red with his heart heating up. Moreover, when the three people in front of him whispered to each other faintly, pointing to who would speak first to give an explanation or just a flattering seduction as usual.

"That's no use to you three! Pack your things, get out of here tonight!" rafa Beaver. The table was kicked once again, and this time Vanya's reflexes, Vino and Alya were too good, raising the legs together to protect the knees from the rigors of the wood being pushed towards them.

"Oh .. Good thing this foot is still safe!" exclaimed the three, both rubbing the knees.

"Five minutes! I don't want to see the three of you starting tonight!" rafa shouted, walking into the kitchen.

"Master!" exclaimed Vanya, standing with the attention of two friends. "It's morning, not malem. Anyway, we're lapers now. You can eat before you go before you go, right?" vanya's face was plugged in please with a smile attached, as soon as the car keys floated towards her from the man who had been added furious. Alya and Vino moved to the side, in order to avoid the never-mistakable throw.

"Why was it thrown, anyway?!" Where is my fault? It's really early in the morning."

"WHATEVER!" rafa's voice exploded, continuing his steps away.

"It's morning, right? We were asked to go malem, meaning entar malem, dong? Am I wrong?" Vanya looked at her two friends.

"Bodo very!" Vino and Alya left, after a loud exclamation was created simultaneously.