My Maid, Lara!
When the Pandu Tree Flowered.

Zac Time's.

The sound of screaming that blends with the music with a light tempo is actually very harmonious on that lively night but feels damaging his troubled eardrum with his bad heart feeling. gliding lazily in a large length that is shaped chessboard but different color variations, blue and white.

He was lazy to hear a very loud noise down there.

The value of the pasan with the predicate:Enough.

Make the Father's phone ring nonstop, Will surely hit him with a thousand words dirty and rude beyond reason.

Fortunately, the parents were not near him. Zac could imagine, This handsome face would definitely turn blue or orange or green to the bogem or stick with the big and wide palm.

Or kicked out of the room that is more expected to be kicked all over the house.

Another worst option would be to be smeared from the family Card.

Zac is not afraid! He will start work, maybe as a counter guard at a small trade mark or work as a mechanic in a motorcycle workshop owned by his friend who has been independent.

This is the last option.

Zac grew tired of his life. He wants to change colors, he's getting saturated with all the sickening routines.

He hits people who have little faults and dumps women who love him sincerely so they are heartbroken and do silly things.

And commit a crime, fight and sabotage the location of their rival Club gang.

Or make a fuss diclub. Many of his friends hated him.

He was bored, sick and bored.

And tonight her mother invited all her friends to her birthday party that she didn't want to celebrate.

He wants to be alone.

He wanted the wretched man's Melinjo gardener who nearly killed him a year ago when he learned that his beloved sister had died when Zac cut off their love.

But Zac knew the young girl died of dengue fever and why should she be the scapegoat?

You stupid brother! His fizz in heart.

He wanted to pick Lara up and take her away from that place.

Stay with her and start a new life as a strange couple. Hownot?

The woman was 31 years old while she was only 18teen.

Not very synnchronous. But Zac wants only Lara to make him feel comfortable and forget all the muddiness of his heart.

Almost all the delinquency he ever had all sourced from materials called abundant money.

He became uncontrollable and filled with pleasure that could not make him happy. He always felt that there was never enough in his life. Now he has begun to feel himself mature and can stand above his abilities, without the intervention of his parents.

The knock on his bedroom door again interrupted his daydream.

"Zacs! Come on, dear dong! Open the door we're coming down. The guest had already arrived" Again the voice of his mother from behind the door.

That gentle and affectionate voice, Who can resist it.

Lazily Zac got up and wrapped his body with soft white payamas towards the door.

A face full of hope looked at him.

"Yes ma, Zac will be ready in Fifteen minutes" said the mother before asking him to speak more.

Zac shook his head with a faint smile, "No need, Zac won't let Mom down this time, "The answer is for sure.

Ambar nodded happily.

Zac's right.

He can look neat and appear slenge'an at the same time it's easy for him.

Zac headed straight for his bathroom and began his bathing ritual filled with daily sacred ceremonies.

Wear scented liquid soap, skin moisturizer and moisturizing lotion after bathing.

complete with vitamins skin and hair accompanied by a pomade that is very fragrant and soft shiny in his hair that falls silent.

Zac headed to KeMeja makeup and a dress box that his mother had prepared since yesterday afternoon.

Wearing an ordinary stelan.

With a shirt of faint ash coated Black suits paired with trousers from the thick Maxima material but very soft and smooth. Complete with a long tie and black leather shoes that make her look like a young executive.

And his mother always said "Zac has been an executive child since he was born into the world" said Ambarwati proudly.

And time seemed to stop when all eyes looked up at the stairs to where Zac stood looking down. Circling all over and hoping Lara is there.But now There is Cheril there turning around like a beautiful rama rama with a wide hat like a princess from the middle ages.

with his clothes tailored to the theme of the old century nobility. Zac breathed out strongly. It was as if he was suffocated by his own throat.

But it was realized that Lara would never come to this place again.

All the gazes and compliments that echoed in his ears will not be able to cover up his turmoil that may never disappear since he was born here. I don't know why his heart was getting worse because he saw a skinny man in black with a closed face who slipped from the side of the gazebo yard left wing of the house.

And aim something at him.

With a split second the sound of the eruption echoed in all directions in the vast atrium area that was connected directly to the side and front pages.

Then as quickly as lightning the intruder disappeared on the street and went straight to the dark hallway to the densely populated housing and vanished like a ghost without being traced.

Zac fell with his right chest covered in blood.

With a smile his eyes turned I looked forward, From the foggy white beam appeared a shadow that incarnated a sweet smile towards him for a moment.

She looked at Lara there who had turned into a wistful and cried while writhing under her innocent body. Staring into Zac's eyes while begging him to stop stoning him with a long and enlarged object at the bottom of his body did not stop attacking the ferocious that continued to torment him.

The smiling Zac was satisfied and the moaning and tearful Lara.

Lara laughs, Smiles Cry, Fear, Come with a variety of poses dressed in beautiful canals, ranging from plain body to present in her prayer clothes wearing mukena.

alternated like a long slide in view that began to whiten. Of the many crimes he committed why only Lara was seen on the verge of death sa'at.

It was not the victim he had suffered.

Why Lara appears in her last dream, her eyes will close forever.

The blood poured out as Zac held on to the golden-yellow iron staircase.

And the grip continued to loosen as it lost strength with consciousness dwindling, its lips felt dry as it spoke.

"Lara," Then a drooping collapse hit the cold floor. Bloodied.

Continuing to shout Fear and noise Ambarwati's guests shouted like crazy, Several tens of security and other security were deployed chasing after the perpetrator who had vanished like a black shadow.

Zac drooped on the floor with a pool of blood just to repeat his eighteenth year that he never wanted to celebrate.