Oh My Mister
Touch me please! My Hubby

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I said two, yes two.

Actually three just one more has not signed the contract.

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But sorry, this one has been the key chapter because it was determined there. But but but, you can open for free with kumpulin daily ticket prizes. So it's like a points system here.

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Title: Touch me please! My Hubby

Works of: Mustika RahmaDika

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...Chapter 1 - Loser's...

The Surya increasingly moved from the contest, illuminating the city of Jakarta that has struggled with all the hustle and bustle. All roads and public transportation facilities are filled with human seas.

No exception for a girl who has prepared in her work uniform.

The girl was waiting patiently in the row of a Transjakarta stop located on the edge of Jakarta, a sea of people as if not to lower her spirit to go scavenging for a little fortune for her survival.

The sound of the arrival of a bus faintly rang out, the horse-pointed girl had already put up a swing. Because as usual, bus passengers during rush hour are famous for their violence.

"Give me the way down first!" shouted a bus attendant shortly after the bus stop perfect Transjakarta.

"Three, two, sa-tu," the girl murmured, after seeing the last passenger getting off.

He immediately took a thousand steps to get into the bus that already looked crowded.

Almost an hour of travel by riding two different modes of transportation finally the girl arrived at her place to seek sustenance.

The girl is Keysa Adinda, a girl from Solo who desperately wander alone to help the economy of her family.

"Key, sleepy as hell. Don't tell me to stay up again?" tanya Santi, a supervisor in charge of overseeing the work of QC or Quality control.

Keysa grinned the horse while scratching his head that did not itch. Almost every day he stayed up for the sake of writing on one of the online platforms, writing is one of the hobbies and ideals to make him willing even though it must drain his energy.

"Why do you write everything? Mending a real work, like your writing will result in a lot of money," sibir Santi returned.

Keysa simply smiled wryly in response to his superior's remark. He is used to the scorn of those around him who think his hobby is just a waste of time.

When the lunch break arrived, Keysa chose to be alone for lunch while writing a novel with his cellphone. Looking at some of the comments, the focus was on the comments of a reader who seemed new to read the novel marathon.

'Nice story, I can't stop reading it! Please follow back to Instakilo.'

A smile on the lips of the beautiful girl, a comment from her readers was always a mood booster for her.

Keysa immediately opened his Instakilo account, then opened a notification of a friend request, from the reader named Nolan Bryane.

"A outsider like him, but how can he understand my Novel?" muttered himself, but Keysa who did not want to take a headache just smiled and then came out of the social media account, which had been the forum he promoted his novel.

Drett Drettt

His phone rang, Keysa quickly picked up a phone from his parents.

"Assalamualaikum, ma'am."

"Waalaikum salam. Nduk, you have money? Again, I don't have the money to treat my father."

Keysa closed his eyes and let out a long sigh, he only had a hundred and fifty thousand in the wallet while the payday was still ten days away.

"Yes, Mom. Later Keysa transfer," he said try as calm as possible.

After the phone call ended, the girl appeared to be massaging her forehead. It seems that again he had to owe his office for the sake of both his parents.

Keysa looked at the amount of his novel income balance for six months with a nominal value of four hundred thousand rupiahs. However, because the minimum amount of withdrawals must reach one million five hundred thousand rupiah makes it only able to swallow the bitter reality.

Keysa wanted to cry but the girl was just a stick in the capital, there was no place for her to complain about all the burdens in her heart.

Arriving at the indekost that he had been living in, Kesya was sitting limp in the mini-sized room.

His eyes were blank, he was tired of his life.

That day he was berated by his boss, because he tried to borrow money again while his debt last month on the company alone was not repaid.

Keysa massaged his throbbing forehead, thinking about how else he would earn money.

Sometimes Keysa felt the world was unfair to him, when his school friends were continuing to college, he had to slam bones to support his family's economy.

Drett Drett

His phone vibrated several times, Keisha immediately picked it up and saw a short message from his sister.

'Ma'am, I know I don't have any money anymore. Mbak do not have to worry, I was able to spare enough for the father's treatment. So you don't have to send money.'

Shedding tears in both beautiful netra, Keysa sobbed while hugging his knees bent. Keysa really feels like a useless child and always fails. Even now, he must receive help from his younger brother who is still underage for his father's medical expenses. Kesya knows for sure if Rama, his sixteen-year-old little brother is willing to become a parking attendant every time he comes home from school to help him.

Ting!

A notification back beeped from his smartphone, this time not a short message but, an incoming email from one of the paid online platforms.

Keisha quickly opened it, hoping for some good news from the email.

However, it seems that Goddess Fortuna has not sided with him, for the umpteenth time again and again He gets a rejection.

Keysa threw his phone into the bed carelessly, wanting to scream as he could.

'What is my fault and sin, Lord? Why do I always fail? I gave my best!'

The beautiful girl again sighed slowly. He, convincing himself if there is no wasted effort, all just wait for time.

After calming herself down, Keysa decided to take a walk for a while while refreshing her mind.

That night Keysa sat in a park that was so crowded, understandably because it coincided with Sunday night so many young people who choose to walk in the city park is quite spacious.

Keysa re-opened his phone, visible notification of incoming messages from his social media Instakilo.

A smile spread across her face, Keysa was delighted and grateful that a reader seemed so interested in her work, even a reader named Nolan Bryane did not hesitate to give the spirit and motivation so that Keysa not broken charcoal.

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In different parts of the world, a man about to stare at his tablet. A pair of dimples were seen accompanying the smile on his handsome face.

Both beads sparkle, his fingers cool typing something in a social media.

Brak!

"Honey! What's all this mean?"

Suddenly the door of his study opened without excuse, someone seemed to approach him with a dead red face.

The blue man glanced at the figure with his tail, then placed his tablet quietly.

"Hey, don't you have any manners?"

The man seemed unmoved, with a face without any expression.

"Are you satisfied talking? Listen up! We're already se-le-sai!"

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...Chapter 2-Arsy...

"Get out!"

The sound of shouting as it sounded thunderous filled the man's room.

Before long a man came who immediately grasped the arm of the figure that made the man appear angry.

"You want to go out on your own or I'll call you security?" threaten him with ease.

The man in blue again sat down and sighed, when the uninvited guest came out of his study.

"What happened? Already conscious?" ridiculed the man named Karl Benedict, who is an assistant and friend of the man in blue.

Karl leisurely sat down in a chair in front of his best friend's desk. Then grab a cup of coffee available on the table.

The blue man named Nolan Bryane stared at the cynical friend who coolly drank a coffee of his own without permission.

"Damn!"

Karl smiled and looked at his best friend with a witty look, "Is he so attractive that it makes someone Mr Nolan sober?"

"Hey, hey! Working hours are still going on, assistants don't like to interfere with the boss's business," he laughed crisply.

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The Surya began to show its form, the radiance of arunika peeling through the gaps of the window covered with orange curtains.

Keysa opened his eyes slowly, only to realize if he fell asleep while chatting with a reader of his novel named Nolan.

Keysa immediately picked up her towels and toiletries, then walked out of the room to the shared bathroom located at the end of the hallway.

After cleaning up, the beautiful girl squinted her eyes when she saw someone standing up and knocking on her bedroom door.

His eyes were perfectly rounded as he caught the figure, with Keysa half-runningly screeching, "Arsy!"

"Oh my goodness, Key! I guess where you went, tapped unopened, I called from earlier but your phone is not active!"

Keysa who is happy still hugs Arsy, his best friend since he was in elementary school. Keysa and Arsy are from the same village, but the fate of life sets them apart.

Arsy, who is the son of the village head, has just completed Strata two-level education at a state university in the city of Yogyakarta. Very inversely proportional to Keysa who must migrate and find work armed with a High School degree.

However, Keysa and Arsy were good friends. Arsy is never shy about being friends with Kesya who is only the son of a farm worker in his village.

"Hehehe sorry, my phone has a lowbat battery. Uh ... Go in first yuk!" tell Keysa to get excited while pulling his best friend's hand into the room.

Keysa provides a cup of warm tea for Arsy, then sits on his floor mattress while drying his hair with a towel.

"What are you doing in Jakarta? I thought you were going back to the village?"

"What's up? If I'm in the village, Karyo is sleeping with me," replied Arsy shuddering to shrug his shoulders, remembering a dam bellboy who always approached him.

"You didn't forget my taste, did you? My taste is imported torn bread, not a model of bread boy let alone dorayaki!"

Keysa laughed out loud at the words of his best friend, his best friend had not changed at all. In addition to being chatty and a little bit coquettish, Arsy is a fan of big-bodied men and of course must look handsome. Even when Arsy High School was once scolded all-out by both parents for being found to have an adult magazine, which contains hot photos of handsome men of athletic stature.

Remembering that, Keysa laughed out loud. The madness of his best friend is unmatched.

"Not to cry! It must have been that time, right!" arsy's protests that further broke Keysa's laughter.

The two girls were busy chatting and joking, especially when remembering delinquency at school.

"Kesya, I'm going to work here. You stay with me! Temenin me, I rented a small apartment. Just afraid to stay alone," said Arsy reasoned, even though the truth, he felt sorry to see the index of his friend's residence that was far from decent.

The room is very narrow, even the presence of Arsy in the room makes the air more stuffy. He also did not have the heart to see the condition of his friend who is getting thinner is not maintained, especially the face of Keysa really implies a burden that he hid deeply.

Arsy wants to help Keysa, even if only he can, at least he wants to make sure Keysa eats well and lives in a decent place. This is what made him insist on living and looking for work in Jakarta.

"But Sy."

"There's no buts! Anyway have to, I help you pack! Are you not like me? After all, enough money that should be to pay for the boarding, you can send to the mother," said Arsy, issued his flagship style.

Because if it is about the mother and father, then Kesya will definitely obey.

Keysa sighed, which Arsy said was true. However, fearing distress to her best friend, Keysa does not want to be a bully to Arsy.

"Hah .. yes yes, but I helped you get to your place, yes" Keysa said.

"Take it! May be free but you must remember, you my best friend is not a housekeeper! So you don't have to be tired of doing this, you know!" press Arsy who seems to have been able to read what is in the head of his best friend.

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After packing, Keysa handed over the key and said goodbye to a boarding guard mother. Keysa goods that only slightly make it easier for them to package it, until now they only use a taxi to the Apartment rented by Arsy in West Jakarta.

The taxi entered the area of an Orchid garden shopping center that has an apartment in it.

Kesya looks clumsy and not confident when stepping his feet into an area that he thinks is quite elite. The girl looked to the right and to the left, especially she was quite uncomfortable with the sight of people staring at her.

"Udah cuekin!" straight up Arsy is dragging a suitcase belonging to Keysa.

Keysa could only follow his best friend from behind with his head lowered, Keysa's whole life had never set foot in such a place.

The elevator takes the two girls to the twenty floor. After arriving, Keysa continued to follow Arsy until now they arrived at the door of the apartment unit Arsy.

"Arsy, is this yours?" That sentence just came out of Kesya's lips.

Arsy laughed out loud, especially when he saw the innocent face of his best friend who was staring in awe at the studio-type apartment unit they would occupy.

"No, it's got people. I'm just renting it" replied Arsy.

"Ih! Piye Kowe iki was shocked, this is just a small apartment. You're the author, you should know more than me about luxury residences," continued Arsy back.

While Keysa only chuckles while scratching his head that does not itch.

After cleaning his belongings, Keysa stared at the view of the city of Jakarta through the balcony of his room. The sweet girl still did not expect to live in a place like this.

Drett Drettt

His phone shook again, Keysa quickly picked up a phone in his pants pocket. As a smile rose on her lips, her black eyes twinkled to find the name on the screen of her magical flat object.

"He again."

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Ok so long ago my promo, hopefully you guys are interested in reading my works.

Before, I thanked him a lot

because you have read OH MY MISTER which is my favorite novel although honestly, I am ashamed of my writing.

There are so many shortcomings in it, even too many typos or introductory sentences that do not mean (Especially song lyrics, a lot! Sorry yes.)

Oh yeah, who knows if anyone wants to follow me @rahma.mrpotato

there I post anything about my work.

Yes, before, I apologize if I talk a lot.

See you again, dear reader, Bye-bye! 😘