Prince Dusk
TAJIR Maid for YOUNG MASTER

        🍂🍂 Part 17 🍂🍂

On Saturday, Mama Darren arrived, he was impatient to know how his son met the girl of choice. In fact, his son was still casually playing a cell phone in the middle room.

"Darren, you're not ready yet, son?" ask Mom when she comes out of her room.

"Later, Mah," replied Darren who only turned a glance.

"Well Bella's phone? don't let him wait. This is your first meeting so don't make him angry later" Mama said.

"I told you when I'd get to her house, so Mama don't worry."

Although Darren actually dislikes and feels disturbed but he can not fight his own mother, the sense that he brimmed when he saw the owner of his paradise smiling with a look of hope. While not in the need to marry one woman, he can still do it if it is just dinner or a regular meeting because Mama only offers a girl choice because she has the right to choose, of course, Darren is a, because this concerns a future that is not one or two days he lived with a partner.

"Alright, Mama hope you fit in with Bella, because Mama thinks she deserves to be with you."

Praaaaaa...

The noise from the kitchen made Darren and his mother immediately turn because the two rooms were close together, Shaquenna could be a little stolen to hear what the two masters were talking about.

"People! what the hell are you?!" jolt Mama who immediately woke up from sitting on the sofa.

"Satoh himself, Nyah," replied the maid so behan with slightly pursed lips held the goiter in heart.

"Fall down yourself you said, indeed-" replied Mama who was pulled to sit again by Darren when the middle-aged woman had not finished talking.

"Sst, inget yes, Mah. The sane one is lamenting," Darren said with a smile.

Mama who was already very irritated could only wipe her own chest.

"Wrass! yes Mama is sane! but long time mama can go crazy, Darren!"

"Patience, Mah. Don't follow along, Ok," Darren just chuckled because he spoke in a voice that was quite slow only he and Mama who heard.

If you think, what makes a handsome man keep his maid who can't what, what, it is like he does not have a domestic assistant but is actually accommodating a stranger whose snacks are extraordinary because the contents of the refrigerator the employer now lives half.

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"Make sure it will take him home until home also yes, son," Mama's message when on the doorstep of the Apartment Unit.

"Yes, Mah. Mama's in, yeah, Darren's gone first."

"Be careful on the road, son." Mama rubbed the cheek of her handsome son while smiling while Shaquenna who peeked out from behind the wall could only sneer.

"Oh, you're rich enough to live in a world war!" cetus Shaquenna whose jealousy has reached the ubun ubun.

He hurried back to the kitchen when the master had closed the door.

"Nuuul--," called Mama while walking.

"Yes, Nyah," said the maid so made up.

"Pare me mango yes," said the candidate-in-law.

Fuck me again!

"Can't, Nyah," replied Shaquenna, looking down, not that he just didn't like to hold the fruit.

"Yes, God! I think you're actually from another planet, this is it can't, usually what, Huh?!" oceh Mama who immediately clucked her waist.

Mama who is upset is not playing directly to the refrigerator and then take one of the desired fruit earlier.

He who stood near the dining table continued to grumble while peeling the mango until almost finished with a special knife.

"Where? sweet isn't?" ask Mama.

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Yes, Sweet. Open one more, Nyah..