The Love of Mr and Young Miss
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God got into his car. The gods heard Saras's sobbing. The god looked at Saras who was bowed and his hands were still trembling.

"Are you okay?" ask the God in a careful tone.

Saras slightly nodded but her cries grew louder and louder.

"Cry to calm yourself down" said the Lord.

Accidentally the eyes of the Gods were fixed on Saras' shirt which opened revealing a little cleavage of his chest.

The god immediately turned his face away and took off his suit.

"I'm sorry to wear this" said Dewa, handing his coat to Saras.

Saras pensively paused for a moment to stop his crying and then he realized that his chest was slightly exposed because of the buttons of his shirt that was released because of the actions of the two lecherous men earlier. Saras turned to the God who turned his face away.

"Don't misunderstand me. I was not on purpose" said the God flat.

Saras grabbed the suit and then immediately put it on.

"Thank you, sir." said Saras embarrassedly while wiping away the remaining tears on his face.

"Sorry can you tell me the chronology? Why are you going this way?" tanya Dewa then looked at Saras with a flat expression.

Saras sighed then set it.

"I actually chose this path because I want to cut the distance to get home faster. Unfortunately, my motorcycle was even leaking. Finally I pushed my bike hoping to find the nearest workshop but instead met two damn animals" Saras said, still very upset.

"So that bike on the side of the road was yours?" ask the God who previously found the motor matic on the side of the road.

"God my bike." cried Saras who remembered the bike was still left behind.

"Let me ask people to take him to the workshop" said Dewa then call someone.

Saras fell silent while observing the God who was commanding someone to secure Saras' motor.

"It turns out Mr. God is cool too" Saras said in his heart.

"Are you hurt?" asked the Gods immediately disperse the daydreams of Saras.

"Just a little sprained ankle. And the former slap of that jerk was quite painful." replied Saras while stroking his cheek.

The god drove his car without speaking making Saras confused.

"Did I say it wrong? He asked me why I was silent." murmured Saras.

Shortly thereafter, the god stopped the car. Saras saw from the glass of a car that had stopped in front of a pharmacy.

"Why stop here, sir?" ask Saras wonder.

The god didn't answer and just got out of the car and into the pharmacy.

"Freak." Inner Saras then closed his eyes trying to erase the memory of the event that shook him a little.

The god returned to the car carrying a plastic bag and then drove his car. There was no talk, the silent atmosphere of the car made Saras as if he did not dare to breathe.

Not far from the pharmacy, God stopped his car in a park. The god out of the car made Saras confused.

"This man wants to stop here." - Inner Saras.

Suddenly God opened the car door where Saras was sitting which made him surprised.

"Let's go down." God orders cold.

"Why do you want to take sir?" ask Saras confused.

Not answering Saras's question, God even carried Saras just like that.

"What do you want to do? Lower me! Don't be so rude sir!" saras shouted in fear.

Saras rebelled trying to break away but the power of the Gods was very strong.

The god put on an expressionless face which made Saras even more confused. The god dropped Saras on a park bench.

"What do you want to do?" saras asked as the hand of God tried to touch Saras's foot. Saras quickly pulled his foot.

The god breathed.

"I just want to try your feet" said the Lord without looking at Saras.

"Huh?" saras was surprised.

"Bapa said cake daritadi. Let me not think strangely. Let me alone." said Saras clumsy.

The god staring at Saras coldly scared Saras. The god raised Saras' feet and placed them on his lap. The god saw Saras' bruised ankle and the sole of his foot there were some abrasions.

"Hold a little. It's gonna hurt." said the god.

"Let'soooooo!" saras screeched as he felt his ankle being pulled by the God.

"Boyou want to kill me?" ask Saras who is crying.

The god was surprised to see Saras crying.

"I'm sorry I tried to restore the position of your sprained leg." replied the God expressionlessly.

"So he said sorry? I didn't hear wrong, did I?" mumbled Saras in the heart.

"You should have said dong first let me have some preparation. Not suddenly like that." Saras grumbled annoyed.

The god smiled in a knot but immediately raised his expression again.

"Let me, sir." said Saras when the gods would apply the ointment at Saras' feet.

The god frowned then gave a sharp look that made Saras speechless and resigned.

The god carefully applied the ointment on Saras' ankle. Then the Lord cleaned the small wounds on the soles of Saras' feet and applied a red medicine that made Saras grimace.

"This you treat yourself on your face." said the god thrust an ointment to Saras without looking at him.

"Well sir." said Saras immediately apply the ointment and feel a cold sensation on his cheek.

"Thank you sir." said Saras but did not get the approval of God.

Saras breathed.

"That's it. At least he was kind enough to help me." - Inward Saras.

"Your house is far away?" ask God.

"Near to Sir. Stay straight there will be a fork turn left." replied Saras.

The god rose from his seat immediately made Saras do the same thing but quickly the God raised Saras' body.

"Let me walk, sir. I can still." Saras protested unkindly and also embarrassed.

The gods did not touch Saras' protesan.

The god drove his car to Saras' house.

As Saras said, he finally arrived at Saras' house. God stopped his car in front of a simple minimalist house.

"Thank you very much sir." said Saras but still not responded by God.

The god got out of the car and carried Saras back into the house. Saras no longer protested, he only resigned to the treatment of God. Saras hooked his hand on the neck of the God. Saras could feel the scent of the fragrant God's body.

Saras immediately opened his bag and took a key and opened the door. The house is still in the dark.

"Where's the switch?" ask the gods again.

"For a little more sir. On the wall to the right of the Father." answered Saras.

Cleks!

The lights are already on showing a room that is not so spacious but very clean.

"Put me on soffa sir." said Saras.

The gods obeyed him and sent Saras down carefully.

"Thank you very much sir." said Saras again.

"You live alone?" ask the gods and get Saras' nod.

"Where are your parents?" ask the curious god.

Saras sighed for a moment then looked at the gentle God.

"My parents have been dead since I was 17 years old because of an accident" Saras said, allowing the gods to see a look of sadness on the woman's face.

"I'm sorry I didn't mean to make you sad" said the god.

"No problem sir. Thank you so much for helping me today" Saras said with a smile.

"Yes. It's better tomorrow you don't have to go to work. I will help you with your permission until you recover." said Dewa.

Saras looked up at the expressionless face of the God.

"good. Thank you very much sir." said Saras.

"Give me your number" God said as he thrust his phone at Saras.

Saras looked at the confused God.

"Don't misunderstand me. I just want to make sure your condition." said the god Ketus.

Saras nodded his head then typed in his mobile number after it returned the phone to God.

"I go home first" said the god said farewell.

"Thank you again, sir. Sorry I couldn't take you out. Be careful in the way of the Lord" said Saras who was only responded with a nod of the head of the God.

"Is he actually a man or a stone?" saras grumbled when the Lord had left his house.

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After Carissa finished talking to Papa Cakra, she returned to her room. Carissa finds Devian, who is busy with her cell phone, unaware of his wife's presence. Carissa sat on the bed beside Devian.

"Have you come back, honey?" devian asked after realizing his wife was already beside him.

"Yes. You're too focused to be aware of my presence." said Carissa with a manyun lips.

Devian chuckled at the adorable face of his wife and immediately put his phone on the nightstand.

"Sorry, there are some things I have to finish" Devian said, then kissed his wife.

Carissa pulled Devian's body and buried her face in the chest of the Devian field.

"Why Honey?" ask Devian gently.

"No. I just wanted to hug my husband." replied Carissa getting her hug hardened.

Devian smiled then returned Carissa's hug.

The embrace lasted long enough.

"Oh yes I want to know where Aninda's dress process has gone. Can I see him tomorrow?" ask Carissa.

"Hem. Tomorrow I'll drive you." Devian replied by gently stroking Carissa's long hair.

"Thank you husband." said Carissa then kissed Devian's soft lips.

"I like you to call me that." said Devian then grabbed Carissa by the nape of Carissa******* her wife's lips.

"Don't call me Dev anymore" said Devian, peeping at Carissa's forehead.

"Okay my dear my love is handsome my husband." said Carissa with a chuckle.

Devian looked at the face of his beautiful wife and then again clenched her lips which were originally soft to become passionate.

"Honey is enough. Later kebablasan." said Carissa trying to escape.

"That's what I want." said Devian with his naughty grin.

"They were. Time is not satisfied?" ask Saras protest.

"Not satisfied. But who told you to tease me." Devian replied with a smile.

"When am I teasing you?" ask Carissa not to accept.

"Who hugged me first? Then kiss my lips?" Devian asked his wife who made Carissa blush.

"Hem. Yes I started." replied Carissa resignedly.

Devian chuckled at the adorable expression of his wife.

"You have to take responsibility for waking him up." whispered Devian, making Carissa's body instantly crumble.

Without warning Devian immediately attacked his wife.

And that night went back to doing passionate lovemaking and filled the room with the sound of love.

"Thank you to my wife" said Devian, then kissed Carissa's forehead gently.

"I'm so tired" said Carissa.

"Sleep sweetheart. Goodnight my lovely wife's. I love you." Devian hugged Carissa tightly.

Devian did not hear Carissa's reply only to hear the sound of his wife's regular breathing. Devian lowered his face to find his sleeping wife.

"Pardon your husband dear." said Devian, showering his wife's face with a kiss.

Shortly thereafter Devian fell asleep with his wife by hugging.

- CONNECTED

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