The Virgin Girl Belongs to the Master
Beautiful handcuffs.

After a long drive, Ken and Naya arrived in front of a luxury building in South Jakarta. A building with the nameplate True Beauty.

"Why are we going to the salon?" ask Naya. He looked out the car window before a hand-cranked awareness. He turned his head and looked at the horror at Ken who had apparently already paired a rigid gold bracelet the size of a finger— similar to a jade bracelet.

"Sir Ken, what the hell is this?" ask Naya again, raising her hand.

However, Ken did not answer. The man remained calm while sliding the phone screen.

The ignored Naya started to snort and tried to release herself the circular object in hand. Nihil, that thing is too fitting so it can not be removed.

Staring at Ken nanar, Naya began to panic when her eyes accidentally saw some numbers on the bracelet, there was also a hook that seemed to be connected to the buttons. "This is what, anyway, brother? Why can't it be removed?"

Ken was still ignorant until the panicked Naya began to speculate. 'Don't this ....'

Naya gets more agitated, and she looks at Ken. "Sir Ken, what the hell is this?" ask again loudly.

Ken turned his head, he put the phone in his pocket and opened the seatbelt that was coiled on Naya's body. "We're here, miss. Now we better get down."

"But answer my question first. It's actually a—"

Not yet finished Naya's speech, Ken got out of the car and opened the door for her. Ken actually treated himself like a precious princess, but Naya felt that was not the case. He felt like a prisoner.

"Sir Ken, answer me first what? And what do we do to the salon?" cecar Naya again.

"Come Miss, we've been waiting for you" said Ken.

Naya and Ken enter the building. Some employees even bowed obediently to them. The new Naya who was in such a state looked awkward and occasionally bowed to reply.

"Good day Miss. Introduce me Jovan. I'm in charge of cutting and arranging Miss Naya's hair."

"Hair cut?"

Naya looked shocked, she took a few steps back but unfortunately there was Ken holding back from behind.

"Sir Ken, this ...." Naya's face slowly pias. He looked at Ken expectantly, but Ken again fluttered with calm eyes and pushed him without pity.

"Please pass by here Miss," interrupted Jovan again—si skinny blonde guy. He led with a gleaming path to make Naya who was initially upset and worried so shut her mouth so as not to end laughing.

The knowing Jovan looks upset, but he leads Naya as well until the girl sits in front of a large mirror. The mirror featured Naya's face that was so full of worry.

"Sir Ken, why do I have to get a haircut?" ask Naya again. He can see the reflection of Ken's flat face from the mirror.

"Because this is the request of the Director. I'm just following orders" Ken replied.

Naya took a long breath. He let Jovan cut his long hair. Honestly, he was a little happy with his different appearance. Especially hair. It used to be just an outcast horse now curls wavy and looks thick.

"Goodbye long hair," he murmured softly and full of despair.