My Maid, Lara!
I'm Not Young Master!
awakened since dawn.
And tidied up his big bed, and arranged his old shabby clothes on the wooden cabinet in the corner of the room.
He finished his bath and changed his clothes with an old batik patterned negligee.
his clothes were thinning and looked limp.
But it does not reduce the beauty of his face that blushes like a rainbow twilight on the river bank.
Her lips were flushed without polish with her hair curled up seeing Lara looking Graceful in her regency.
And all the ingredients that are attached to his body all effectively display the makeup of his body.
The thumping sound from the front room sounded echoing. Like the sound of iron being laid roughly.
Lara looked out.
His heart seemed to stop beating as the brown iris met his black eyes.
Zachary who just put something on the corner of the balcony, his appearance looks messy.
his hair was tangled with a white T-shirt coated in a blue jeans jacket that looked black in some parts. His black Jeans trousers looked torn and wrinkled like they had eroded something.
The boy doesn't care about Lara.
Go into her room and close the door to the pound in front of Lara.
Lara squeezed her fingers anxiously.
with an irregular step take warm water from inside a large dispenser on the side of the balcony.
Prepare towels and skin lotions.
With her heart pounding while taking a deep breath Lara wanted to knock on that big door.
There is no courage to knock. His hands feel heavy.
Finally Lara sat on the side of the balcony and waited for the child to come out of her room.
Five minutes.
Ten minutes.
Fifteen minutes.
time is slowing down.
And not until twenty minutes did the big dark door open.
Zac has replaced his shirt with a sleeveless plain brown shirt with a black boxer. He looks glowing with a well-stored Cameo tub face.
Lara approached him with frightened steps.
"Young master, If you're tired I'll massage him," he said slowly as if swallowed by that wall of ash and stiff ash. Zac looked at the face in front of him with an unhappy look.
"Don't call me young master, my ears are amused at hearing that, you think this is a colossal age? Hey, how many centuries is this?" He said with annoyance.
And grunt displeased. Not caring about Lara who was staring at him, Zac even let go.
Maybe he wants to go downstairs looking for food that fits his tongue.
Lara tailed from behind following him with her bare little heel with a step left behind.
This kid walks fast.
jump turn stairs easily and agilely.
In this state the teenage boy looked like a boy of his age, Cheria and moved freely.
Arriving below him directly towards the kitchen through the corridor of the inner room.
they turned left and continued towards the large cooling coats that stood gracefully not far from the kitcen set.
"Master on that table was sandwiches and bacon baked," he said, venturing.
Zac turned towards Lara unintentionally and looked at her while raising his next eyebrow. In his hand a bottle of cold water.mineral .
"You made it? I didn't want to throw out the food this morning, 'cause I'm happy, '" he said a little kindly.
Lara breathed a sigh of relief.
The teenage boy was so close to her.
his body looked small and short on the side of this tall young man.
This white and a little rough.
He began to sit in front of Lara.
"Who are you," he said, splitting the egg-skinned rice ball.
with the contents of meat with strong spices.
According to Samira Zac likes these three types of food.
Egg rice ball roll rice balls stuffed minced meat with melted cheese. Meat sausage filling bread and salami roasted spice spices.
Lara can't cook yet but she'll be studying with Ratih tomorrow.
The workers in this house will avoid if Zac comes.
But now he eats quietly.
Eat a lot, and spend a big pot of water.
"it's milk for you, sir" Lara gave the whole milk a big glass. He kept calling Zac "Master"
Zac laughed/heard it while wiping his mouth with tissue. Her lips looked wet and shiny exposed to the soft white Butter.
"You're so funny, or you're so stupid, why drink milk when my stomach almost erupts because of satiety, Just drink for you so you can serve your customers strong," he said with sharp eyes staring at Lara cynically.
The deg!
Lara's heart jumped out.
The boy recognized her, but Lara did not want to remember the fateful event that night at the park.
"And why are you in my house, bitch*r?" Ask hurts.
Lara looked at him with trembling lips.
"I'm not that kind of woman" she said in self-defense.
"Oh yes," he said, folding his arms and looking at Lara with a look of pity.
Lara was silent .
free to explain the real situation.
This young man will not understand.
And I don't care about the explanation at all.
"Master don't look at me like that, you don't deserve to accuse me like that.
I am 30 years old. Far above your age you don't know who I am anyway" Lara said with great difficulty defending herself.
While Zac threw his face aside and reached out to the fruit on his left side, and put in a small circle of black wine and chewed slowly.
"I don't like to interfere in your affairs and I don't care a dime about you, but I'm distracted, why a night girl like you is here serving my needs, It must be that stupid waitress who picked you up from her slum to work here, I don't like you serving me, Get you out of here as soon as possible or you'll feel the consequences of being close to me" He said.
Lara looked down with grief.
His hope of earning money to help his living expenses was instantly wiped out.
This kid doesn't like it.
Her tears dripped without her noticing, Standing here with trembling legs in front of that arrogant boy will not make things better.
Lara wept with her hair dangling.
the tears mixed with sweat into one.
Sa'at he felt someone lift his chin.
Lara looked at the teenager looking at her.
"Why crying? " Said with cold eyes.
Unintentionally her thumb touched Lara's very soft red lips.
Lara's delicate facial skin felt so soft that it touched her fingers.
His gaze slid down towards Lara's slim little body he frowned as if thinking.
"How can a woman tonight walk so fast with such a small body and such a big chest?" He said inwardly glancing at Lara's chest that was soaring from behind her thin negligee.
Lara looked down with a pitiful face and was shocked when she heard the young man say.
"I have wild fantasies about women that can make me feel like a beast, I'm afraid you'll be the next target, can you not dress thin invitingly like this in front of me?" His whisper with a hoarse voice and hot breath touched Lara's ears.
Lara looked at him with her joints reddened by tears.
With doubt he nodded slowly.
But she had to wear her thin old clothes with worn threads because Lara did not have thick clothes to cover her body like this strange child requested.
Lara is a mature woman who is cold towards men. She could control all the feminine side of her body all this time.
But why the snot young man stroked his lips he felt a strange sensation that was afflicting him.
Zac left him still pensively standing by the side of the large black dining table.
From a distance Lara heard the boy screaming for Mr. Leo the head of the security guard was raided in front.
Invite him to play Archery in the back.
They engaged in an exciting conversation and sa'at headed from the side road of a small pebble.
Zac looked excited when he told him his good points late last month in scoring.
The 35-year-old Leo listened well and gave his argument as input.
There's nothing weird about Zac.
He could laugh like he could get angry at people.
For Lara Zac is a kind child who lacks the attention of her two very busy parents.
Zac was not a child of demons, but a child of the sun who always wanted to shine beautifully but was covered by a barrier of black clouds that made his light look dim.