THE ROSE BELONGS TO THE YOUNG MASTER
Not a Plain Man Again..

Now the evening shows his power. Accompanying humans back to where the family is. Although there are some humans who actually start their plans by evening.

Like the plan of a young man who almost never goes out the night. Now the young man seemed to be pausing than usual. He looks more handsome even though he only wears a black sweater and jeans in white. Ajenis clothes that he rarely wears on a normal day. Not to forget the dress shoes in line with the clana that wraps his legs add to the charm of the man more blaring.

The man who served as a trust assistant and the darling of a young master, was currently seen standing in front of the gate of his young master's residence, waiting for one of the occupants of the residence. Leaning near the door of the car he was carrying, he patiently waited for someone who this final end became an encouragement in his life.

Many times his eyes glanced at the clock that was coiling in his hand. His face looks riled up. He hasn't been there long. Maybe he's been waiting ten minutes. But the name misses, waiting seems to be a very annoying job that he lives.

Shortly thereafter, a woman appeared who looked very beautiful even though she only mingled in simple clothes.

The man's smile was unbending with sweetness welcoming the arrival of the woman who filled his heart.

"Sorry sir, how late?" ask the woman not so good.

"What is the way?" The men's bargain.

"Yes can.."

And they immediately entered the car and soon after the car drove through the highway.

"Where are we going Za?" ask the man after the car has mingled with other vehicles on the road.

"As for Mr. Bagas.I am very obedient.." replied Fiza without turning to the direction that asked.

"Have we been to the hotel?" Of course, the invitation made the girl surprised. Even instantly he turned his head and stared intently at the expressionless man next to him.

"What's right, sir? hotel time?" fiza protest.

"Loh, he says it's up to me." Bagas replied casually while remaining focused on the steering wheel.

"Yes, it's up to you. But yes do not go to the hotel dong, crazy aja.we are not halal sir." said Fiza sewot.

"What if you go to the hotel must be halal first?" ask Bagas.

"Yes for me so. don't know for the person next to me." quipped Fiza made the chuckle.

"What if the hotel you think we want? don't let you think that you don't." said Bagas.

"What's not okay?" asked Fiza with a wrinkled forehead.

"What do you think."

"Well, do we keep going to the hotel, why try?" ask Fiza ambiguous.

"Yes, we can just coffee or eat at the hotel restaurant. What in your mind if you go to the hotel it has to go to that room? don't we work at a hotel, too?" answer Bagas and immediately Fiza silenced. He even blicked his lips. Bagas withstood his laughter.

"Yes, it will be a time, Bagas, another peeper" said Fiza in self-defense.

"Well, isn't that also a chance for you?"

"A chance? what misery?" tanya Fiza was stunned.

"Yesterday someone said to the young master that my lips are good.is this not a chance to enjoy my lips until satisfied?"

At once Fiza's face blushed in embarrassment. Can he usually say honestly like that to the young master.now his speech was even used as a weapon by the owner of the lips. Fiza speechless. He turned to hide his embarrassment. While Bagas smile while occasionally glancing at the girl next to him.

"Where have you chosen where we are?" ask Bagas.

"No idea sir, confused."

"How do we buy food from my house?" Fiza turned her head back and her eyes were sharply fixed back towards Bagas.

"Your house is deserted, it can be dangerous."

"Oh my goodness Fiza. Why do you think about anything else? you are told to choose a confused place. It's my turn to choose where you think badly.why do women really drag this?"

"I'm still looking for you Fiza. Don't try to challenge you. You are overwhelmed." murmured Bagas.

"Wouldn't he want to be complicated?" ask Fiza not to lose.

"Ohh, yes it's okay, now it's up to you where we go. Want to keurmah ku ayok, kehotel can, in a car with gasoline ya ayuk. I just resigned myself." said Bagas with a slightly upset tone.and precisely this attitude made Fiza more confused and for a moment they fell silent.

And time passed. now they were at Bagas' house after arguing again finally the decision fell at the young man's house with a few jajajan.

The house looks comfortable. Although Bagas only lives alone but the house looks neat. Now they have been sitting next to each other in the living room while enjoying the various foods they bought on the road earlier.

"Sir?"

"Hum? what's?"

"Have you heard what the great master wants?"

"What chill the big master? meaning?" ask Bagas and now their eyes are clashing.

"The big two want to marry us." the instant Bagas's eyes fiddle and he put back the hammer he was holding.

"You sure?" tanya Bagas.

"Yes, even he said it would be one with the marriage of Mita and Sinta. "

"Okay, can be chili nih.." said Bagas look worried.

"Why? you don't want to get married?" terka Fiza was a little keewa with Bagas attitude.

"It's not so Za. I'm afraid don't om Iksan has seen our video recorded by the young master. What did my family say to try? ntar thought I was doing nothing?"

"Isn't that true? you did something that wasn't to me?" said Fiza while biting the martabak full of chocolate without looking at the man who was stunned by her words.

"But I didn't rape you. Would you be raped? come on, quiet mumpung." replace the fizzling Fizza.

"Where is the rapist wearing a pamphlet? ahh Bagas sir there's just one."

Bagas chuckled and he was also back to eat his hammer.

"But you enjoy it too, Za. Moreover, you brightly said that my lips are good." Fiza snorted and turned her head for a moment at the smiling man.

"No need to be reminded time and time again sir. proud to look at it."

"Yes dong is proud."

Bagas. Fiza was so greedy to enjoy sweet martabak topping chocolate beans that she unconsciously stuck the chocolate on several sides of her lips. Bagas smiled as he took a tissue intending to clean Fiza's lips. But the idea came up. He slowly brought his head closer and he made a soft voice.

"the."

Fiza spontaneously turned her head and fitting the woman in the perfect position, Bagas immediately grabbed Fiza's lips and held her nape. Bagas long enough to stick his lips to all sides and even a little bit and sip it until the chocolate that spread on the lips Fiza was exhausted without rest. it felt enough, Bagas took off the lips.

"Eat chocolate like a cane anywhere." said Bagas Cuek while again eating his martab while Fiza sculpted with a pounding in the chest that blotted.

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