The Virgin Girl Belongs to the Master
1. Ordinary girl.

"Naya, granny's fine. Grandma wants to be honest with you because Grandma thinks Grandma's time is not long anymore ...."

A girl called Naya shook her head several times. His eyes were staring so hard. Really, she couldn't help herself from crying. It feels so painful to see a loved one being in pain.

Coughing, the grandmother who suffered from lung disease also took a breath that had begun to be difficult to reach.

"Your mother was actually a mistress, Nay. And your father is still alive today. So come on him, yeah ... Grandma sure she's smirked at your presence ... Grandma can no longer take care of you ...."

"No. No, Grandma. Please don't do this ... Grandma must be strong. Let's go to the hospital" Naya replied. He tried to help his grandmother who was lying weakly on a wooden couch, but was rejected.

Shaken softly, her eyes were so soft that she looked at Naya. At the end of the eye patch there was even a drop of water dripping slowly. The small, clear chunks of water were able to make Naya frightened and tremble. He held the stronger hand wrinkled Mia, his grandmother. "Please, Grandma. Grandma must be strong. Grandma don't go. Let's go to the hospital now."

Naya tried to convince again. He held the hand of the cold grandmother. Still got the head.

"Pardon Grandma for hiding everything" Mia said. Breathing intermittently.

"Grandmother is aware that you are suffering because it is often mentioned as an illegitimate child neighbor and an unlucky carrier. As long as you know, you are not a bastard, you are also not a child of an unlucky bearer. Your mother died after you were born because it was her destiny. You're a precious grandchild, Naya. Grandma's Beloved. Love your parents," continued Mia again. Sounds heavier.

"grandmother ...."

Mia smiled bitterly, she wiped away Naya's tears with her already trembling hands. "Don't cry, yeah. Now go, get your happiness and ask for your right ...."

Lisan Mia paused, she took another breath. So long and deep.

"A-yah k-you his name is B-burhan Putra Kusuma ...."

Naya's grim cry broke out shortly after the grandmother mentioned the name. Mia finally closed her eyes forever.

Really, Naya felt pain like she had a dagger pierced right in the chest. He could not say, only a roar of grief was proof of how sad he was when releasing the departure of loved ones who had been taking care of him well.

***

Go, go take to your rights as a child.

The words always ring in the ears of 19-year-old Naya. Her tears were shed without being prevented.

Being ignored and ostracized was a situation Naya had been in for a long time. It was like ingrained because he had received it since childhood.

However, if you have to be a mistress it is difficult to believe and accept. Naya decides to ignore the grandmother's request and go through the days as usual. Really, he did not want to bear the new predicate and would definitely only scrape old wounds.

***

"This is the money" said a tall man dressed formally.

Feeling unresponsive, the handsome man with American style hair was recklessly waving his hands in front of the eyes of the cashier who was sitting with his hands propping up his chin.

Unfortunately nil, the cashier still looks engrossed in his world. The man who was getting annoyed also shook the cashier table with four knuckles. He snorted annoyed.

The cashier who was none other than Naya was stuck and suddenly stood up straight. He was surprised that there were customers in front of his eyes.

"Are you in a dream race?" ask the man.

"No, really. Really," replied Naya worried. He was very afraid that the person in front of him complained to the owner of the minimarket.

He chuckled and pointed at the CCTV on Naya's left. "That's proof, you see. You want to sneeze?"

Naya shakes. "No, really, Mom. Really. I'm not daydreaming. Not if the race has to be there, yes. And now, as I see it, I'm alone. It can be called a race."

Naya grinned a little then scratched her nape. "Oiya, what are you shopping for?" tanyanya diverted the conversation. Can be brabe if the customer is insistent and forced to see CCTV.

The man just shook his head in wonder, then put the basket on the table. Some cold drinks are there.

"The total is fifty thousand, sir," said Naya.

He nodded and paid. However, when Naya wanted to hand over the change, she actually got a hand.

Naya's smile was engraved, she put the money in her pants pocket and bowed a few times saying thanks.

"Easy, enough. And this ...." He took out a box of cold drinks that he had bought and put them on the table. "Whatever the problem is, don't think too much. Everything has a solution. So never daydream that's not the place."

Naya is back. He could not defend himself anymore because in fact he had time to daydream.

"Thank you, sir. I promise not to do that again" said Naya. With the position of bowing your head.

"good. That's a good employee. Pity your boss if his employees don't focus on work."

Naya.

"And one more" said the man.

Naya automatically raised her head and found her smiling ambiguously, then without speaking directly pushed a box of cold tea right in front of her eyes. "Whatever the problem is drinking tea Bottle Sosro," continued the man while blinking. It looks like a real commercial actor.

Hearing the spirit sentence that had once gone viral finally made Naya smile. He looked at the man's back until it was lost swallowed by the minimarket door.

Taking a deep breath, Naya fixed the uniform while tidying her hair that was scattered backwards. He clenched his hands while looking ahead. Like a passionate proclamator.

"Come on Naya, you're strong. You don't need someone to throw you out. Let him live his life and you keep it with yours. Go, spirit!" the thrill was steady before the sound of the clattering of shoes interrupted. The girl looked at the door and found a 45-year-old woman with a shoulder-length and glamorous look approaching.

"Welcome, Mom. Do you want to buy something?" tanya Naya was friendly as usual.

The old woman took off her glasses and glared at Naya for a few seconds, after which her smile was immediately engraved.

Even Naya who was confused returned the smile of the woman. Looks very awkward.

"Can I help you?" ask Naya again.

"Are you Naya Auliani?"

The woman asked back. His voice sounded very unfriendly even though he was smiling. I don't know, suddenly Naya became suudzon.

Did I ever make a mistake with this mother? Naya monologue.

Naya hesitated. In the confusion it is undeniable that there is a sense of obstruction.

Afraid? Yes ... that's what Naya feels because not many know her. His friends rarely communicate with him. He tends to be ignored because he does not have material and from an unclear background.

"Yes, s-aya Naya. D-and you're the-what? What's my nyari need?" Naya. Honestly, he's getting more and more horror. In her eyes the woman was already similar to the antagonist cast in a private TV series.

"I'm Laura" said the woman, extending a hand to Naya. Naya hesitantly welcomed the hand and then said her name.

It's their visual.

Naya

Ken

Mike

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