The Employer Impotent
CHAPTER 14 - Mispossessive

Impressed cunning, but that's how Kama took Larasati's heart carefully. He knew this girl was quite difficult to be made aware just by looking at money because it was not a double eye.

Evidently with the gifts he gave today as hard as Ayas received. In fact, such a thing is only natural and not as expensive as the price of land. As soon as he got home, Ayas was endlessly staring at his phone, not happy, but he looked confused about starting it.

"Why? Confused?"

Ayas nodded, to be honest he was confused because indeed the way of operation was a little different. For the category of village girls who are not so following the normal development he was confused, and Kama never considered it a village or something.

So patiently Kama taught him, the man deliberately sat by Ayas' side for an explanation to be more easily digested, that was his mind. So carefully Ayas listened, even though he would know for himself, but basically Ayas is a child who likes to learn new things.

"understand?"

"Eyeah," said Ayas received the phone that Kama gave it.

Many years accustomed to his old phone, even the size is much different makes Ayas so carefully touch his new phone. "Likes?" kama asked as if she was asking a child.

"Like, but which old phone?"

Kama reached into his pants pocket, but the wretched thing was no longer there. "Gosh, it's gone, like," said Kama lightly, obviously it made Ayas frown.

"missing? How can it disappear? You must have thrown it away?" accuse Ayas of being very sure because they had argued in the mall and Kama took Ayas' phone at that time.

Without a hint of fear, Kama asserts Ayas' accusation until the girl is enraged. "Think, any emergency is so .. lcd hit, the camera dewed, hp majapahit kingdom for what is still stored?"

"Have LCD? It's because you fell!!" annoyed Ayas was eager to pull Kama's lips that relaxed in talking.

"I'm sorry, I changed why again?"

"There's a lot of importance there, the photos especially." He was angry, but his voice was still meek and as scared as it hurt Kama.

Not because looking for face because it has just been given a gift, but since the first Ayas very trying to keep anyone's feelings and not passionate in solving problems.

"the photo? What photo is it? Bughil huh?" ask Kama curious who in the end makes Ayas tired himself.

Not wanting the problem to get longer, Ayas chose to go to the room with a few paper bags that Kama forced just brought it. It is certain that his actions were caught by Ida's eyes who had pretended to mop when the goal was only to eavesdrop on her employer's conversation.

As a nornal human, Ida was able to deduce there was something between them. Only, he who knows if Kama most do not like to be meddled in his personal affairs chose to be silent.

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The more days, their closeness became more intense in Ida's eyes. No longer as an ordinary maid, but it had already crossed her limit. Twelve years of service in the Vijaya family was enough for Ida to recognize Kama.

The young master was not a gentleman to new people, although as beautiful as usual Kama did not speak four eyes. Surprisingly, since Ayas entered in place of Rosmah bi duties, Kama looks at home, even willing to plunge into the kitchen to see them prepare dinner.

"Yes, can I ask you something?"

"What are your duties?"

For this, Ayas still did not dare to tell Ida honestly, really. Therefore, he could only answer as they were and say things if only natural. "What time, Yas? But you were the babysitter of that bangkotan, weren't you?" ask Ida again.

About Ayas who became Kama's nanny, she did know. It is undeniable that it is possible because since childhood it was never independent and needed to be accompanied, but the way he treated Ayas was very different so Ida was clearly suspicious.

"Yes, why is it that way?"

"Just ask, the young master's treatment was very different and I had thought that you were his wife," ida concluded while putting grapes in his mouth as a code to end their conversation because Kama's steps began to be heard approaching them.

"Wife?"

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Ida's question before dinner was in fact up to this moment. Ayas momentarily stared at the reflection of her face in the mirror, she already looked beautiful and was very ready to meet her fiance tonight.

After last night failed due to rain, tonight he again tried his luck a second time. However, at a time like this Ayas actually thought of Ida's question.

For a moment she was silent, it was true that the way Kama treated her was very different. Actually not only good, but also began to curb and Kama limited his space of movement.

In fact, tonight he had to sneak around to get out of the house to meet his fiancee. Not because of fighting against the employer, but it was forced to do because lately Kama is very possessive, whereas what Ayas wants to meet is her own future husband.

Slowly Ayas walked towards the main gate. Unfortunately, only then did Kama's voice come out from behind. Ayas turned his head, hid the bag and acted as if there was nothing.

"Where are you going?" kama asked coldly while putting her hand in her pants pocket.

As usual, Ayas, who could not lie, seemed confused and answered Kama's question. "Get in, which man is taking you out at this hour?"

"So long? It's still eight, what's wrong?"

"It's just wrong! Everywhere the woman was picked up, not going alone like you," Kama's story that succeeded in making Ayas shut up, damn it's all true.

"What's? Wanna argue? Just be willing to keep your husband's candidate who is not that much," added Kama blatantly which makes Ayas start to feel excessive Kama.

"Can you not insult her just once? Anyway, he's still my future husband, Kama." Ayas wiped his tears before then passed away leaving Kama still glued in place.

Kama takes a rough breath, her chest hurts and sees Ayas' tears spilling just because Marzuki is insulted, really Kama is really not willing. For the first time in life, Kama felt so worthless that the man clenched his hands and reached into his cell phone immediately, "Pick me up, now."

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- To Be Continued