The Virgin Girl Belongs to the Master
Caught

"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.

However, it seemed like she had to accept the fact that the long hair that always accompanied the days had to be trimmed and it was because of Laura.

In frustration Naya noticed Jovan's hands were so deft. From the mirror Naya can see how sparkling Jovan's eyes are when playing scissors and arranging his hair

Instantly Naya thought with ideals. She wanted to be a fashion designer. Sometimes if there is free time he will draw whatever is in the head. However, due to economic demands he was forced to bury deep in that desire and work as a cashier.

Minutes by minutes passed, Naya's hair cut was done. The girl had a new look with shoulder-length hair and returned straight.

"Miss looks beautiful" said Jovan, and she saw Ken sitting stiffly in the waiting chair. "How about Ken, do you agree? This lady is beautiful, isn't she?"

Ken did not reply, but instead approached Naya and scanned the girl's appearance from the mirror reflection.

"Beautiful, right?" repeat Jovan.

Ken still doesn't say. The highlight of her eyes was still the same and it certainly made Naya wonder, what her new appearance looked strange?

Pounding once, Ken touched his nose and said, "Sorry Miss, I'm staying for a while. I'm going to the toilet. Miss wait here. I won't be long."

Naya nods, she looks at Ken's back until it is lost in the turn. Suddenly a crazy idea perched on his head without being asked. Naya smiled cunningly, she was wailing looking around.

'Think I'm gonna wait? Hello Ken Dedes, Kendesa or Ken Gasoline, as long as you know, I don't want to be in touch with you or that drop-in. So don't expect me to wait for you.' Naya monologue. He's back in the daze.

Like getting a green light from God, Naya saw some employees who were there looking busy. Jovan went out of nowhere. With a thousand beliefs and a hundred percent expectations, Naya took off her heels and stepped out of the place. He ran fast. The long dress that wrapped her body pulled up to her knees. He ran barefoot past the crowd of people.

Fifty meters.

Hundred meters.

Naya went through it all without heeding the gazes of the people. Really, she wanted to escape the clutches of Laura and Ken. He continued to run carrying such great expectations by ignoring the pain in the heel which of course became more painful.

she was completely determined not to want to be caught in Laura's grasp. I don't know what Laura's planning is, but Naya feels that her father's legitimate wife has malicious intentions.

Naya. He dyed and stopped at a bench on a complex street. The sweat was so big, but a smile was imprinted sweetly on the face.

"I can finally escape," he muttered softly as he heaved a sigh of relief.

Unfortunately not yet able to regulate the pounding in the chest, a clattering of shoes made Naya's heart beat back quickly. He who was looking down slowly raised his head and found Ken's flat face. The man gave me a bottle of mineral water.

"Racid?" ask Ken briefly.

"K-sister Ken, k-why b-can you ...."

Naya. Really, seeing Ken's handsome but flat face made him instantly swallow. He was about to run away but Ken's hands blocked his arm.

Naya flipped over, she stared pityingly. I really hope Ken lets go. But Ken is still Ken. She expressionlessly pulled Naya's hand and forced her back into her seat.

"Drink first, Miss. I'm sure Miss is thirsty."