The Temptation of the Desire of the Stepchild
CHAPTER 2: THE SON AND FATHER
Sergey reads the incoming message from Nita's number, then heads towards the back garden. He stopped stepping in to answer a phone call from his mother Rama.
“Halo, Intania. Rama arrived two hours ago. She's doing just fine. Yeah, don't fuss anymore, he's with me. I'll take control from here, okay? He wouldn't dare make a mess.”
Sergey turned off the phone. His ex-wife was always worried about Rama. Rama is 26 years old. Sergey rushed to pick up his wife through a large family robe Starlight Bar.
Rama hears his father's voice, so his mind is sidetracked until the girl rebels and his kiss is released. Rama stroked his chin and noticed the departure of the waist-haired girl. Looks tiny legs that half run with a very beautiful butt shape like a Spanish guitar.
“Uh his lips are so sweet! I'll get you to your knees under my feet. You don't know who I am yet!”
Rama canceled to the VIP room, after coming from the bathroom because his head was so influential. The young man could not bear it, he walked into the garden again with a staggered path, and his body was like flying over. He looked at the beautiful starry ceiling, it turned out that here were many stars.
At the somewhat dark end of the park, security could not stand, opening and lowering the zipper by continuing to look back. He began to pour urine and his gaze was dropped onto the urine. His eyes were round and he was screaming. “Agghhh!” Suddenly he stopped the urine and put his manhood in his pants.
“What's up?” Security jakung also approached the tower who continued to look in the dark. “Jeez there's someone you're peeing on! Help quickly!”
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The night shifted to another hemisphere and morning came, when Rama had difficulty moving his body, which was so sore. The throat is so dry and sore. He opened his eyes, recalling the woman he met a month ago at the city's pastry shop.
He had not yet recognized the face in detail, but he had to leave the woman. He got up and walked barefoot. “Stupid waitress doesn't even have sandals here!”
The young man went down the stairs, then asked the maid he met and was carrying a mop. “Where are the people?”
The waiter nodded respectfully. “Great master every six o'clock in the morning has departed as usual, and Mrs Nita is on her way to the market.”
“Mrs ... who? Market?”
“Lord Wife, Lady Nita Athalia. He was hunting fresh vegetables in the traditional market.”
Rama passed the waiter and continued to grumble. He headed for the kitchen, took a glass from the closet drawer and filled it with cold water. Meanwhile, in front of the refrigerator he bubbled milk straight from the bottle.
“Mrs Nita Athalia,” Rama repeated following the tone from the servant's mouth, then swung the glass and finished the glass of water. It seems, his thirst did not disappear even though he had drunk clear water and milk. “Picik once, even all servers have been replaced!.”
“Jala*ng it's called madam! Then what, he went to the market? Really suitable to be a maid!” Rama fills an empty glass with clear water, then takes it to his beloved garage.
The motor key is grabbed from the lock cabinet and finished a glass of water, then put the glass on the iron table. He directly heats his favorite red Ducatti motor named ‘Unicorn’ and commonly called ‘Yuni’ or also ‘women’.
“Hey, girl! You ready to fight? You miss me for sure. Wait, I need to photograph you and my friends should know you need to exercise tonight!” he said to the motor. He moved the bike to a wider area. After that he rushed into the house to pick up a cell phone.
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“Huh! I got everything complete!” Nita pressed the remote and the gate automatically opened. His car passed through the front yard of the house and was directed to the garage. Her phone rang from her husband.
“Hallo, Mas, I just got home from this market. So, what do you want to eat in the afternoon?” Nita stopped for a moment and turned down the car radio. He clamped the phone between the ear and shoulder, then rewinded the car, pointed the car to the left, and continued to retreat. “Lunch outside? Alright-“
Titttt ....
Nita who was surprised at the parking alarm actually jerked the accelerator pedal until she was too tight when she pulled back the car and unexpectedly a noise was heard from outside the car.
“What else, my wife?”
“Whose red motor is this?” Nita observed the motor in the falling position. Heart's pounding. He looked around the garage, from a corner appeared a figure of a man who immediately held his head with both hands while crouching with a red face extinguished.
“Motor Ducati? Red motor belongs only to Rama, my wife!”
A cold wave crept along Nita's back. She caught the tension from her husband's tone. “Mas, I hit the red motor!”
“Oh Nita! You're making trouble! It was a motor, like the life and death of Rama. Wait, I'll call him.”
“Don't be killed, don't be killed!” Nita shut both mouths. He was horrified to see the young man running to his car. Nita froze, after locking the entire car door due to the hard pounding that continued to hit the ribent glass.
“Get out of you, how dare! I know you're inside!” Rama looked up into the glass, then irritatedly elbowed the glass repeatedly. “You must be the Ja**lang, right! Get out of you, how dare you hurt my Yun! You want to die, huh?”
Nita called her husband. He's gonna be fucked. But, my God, he saw that young man. “Come, dong Mas lift! Lift it! “
Not getting an answer from her husband, the woman called security because the car glass began to crack and glass powder began to fall. Nita moved into the back seat as the man's finger made it into the glass hole until the man's finger bled.
“He's really crazy, can I survive? Lift dong Mas!” Nita's out of ways. He called security again and they seemed to be running towards here. Unfortunately, the man's head had managed to get into the glass hole, then pressed the key button, so Rama could open the door.
Nita shifts out as the man enters from the back door, and Nita runs as fast as she can. He knew he was being chased and after passing through the parking area when he was about to enter the elevator, he was stunned because there was no sound behind.
Nita turned to the garage and peeked, looking at the man, encouraging the security. The driver of the house came to advance the car, but it was precisely the young man who entered and advanced the red HRV car, and immediately advanced the car so fast.
Brakk!
“Si*al my car!” Nita grimaced, but did not dare to approach and only saw the front of the car was shuffled. The sound of the second impact was so loud, it gave Nita goosebumps.
Security ran over to Rama worriedly, but the young man stepped up ferociously and kicked the security down. Nita bit her lower lip as the young man hugged the red motor whose body was dented.
“Oh, gift car from my husband! Jeez!” Nita kept calling her husband furiously. Finally hooked up, she reports to Sergey, although she knows her husband is not angry directly, but the baritone's voice is clearly upset.
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“Yes, God! Mas Sergey long time ago very.” Nita hides in the blanket, in her room. The room does have high security and uses a passcode. However, the madness of the labile youth was terrible for him.
Nita's head hurt a lot thinking about that. Until the bell rang and a butler named Mr. Abie, came to pick him up with two bodyguards. He had even just this time until followed by two bodyguards inside the house.
Arriving in the living room, Nita looked at her husband who was sitting with a very cold gaze. While he avoided the young man's gaze earlier, but he was sure that he was being stared at very sharply. He sat down beside Sergey without daring to look at the young man who felt once his sinister aura.
" .... " Rama narrowed his eyes when he realized it was a girl last night. Rama cursed himself for being too passionate, even kissing the girl in madness. “Dad must be kidding?”
Nita glances unintentionally at the newly introduced young Sergey named Rama. The gaze of Sergey's son was like a hungry and uncontrollable lion. Her hair was bristling, she was holding her stomach which felt uncomfortable.
THAT's RIGHT that little bastard last night! Why do I have to meet a stepdaughter as crazy as him! Although I have washed my mouth hundreds of times, but the alcohol-scented saliva always rang and made me want to vomit.