The Virgin Girl Belongs to the Master
Anniversary

"Where's the number?"

The voice made Naya soar in shock. The key in his hand almost fell.

"p-sir Jordan. Since when is it here?" ask Naya. Eyes enlarge. It turns out that not only Jordan, there is even Mala there.

"We are waiting for Miss from earlier," continued Mala.

Naya retrieves the key that fell, then allows the two humans to enter. However, Jordan and Mala politely declined.

"We came here just want this love" Mala said as she handed Naya a bag paper.

Even the confused Naya still welcomed it. "It's fuckin', Mommy."

Mala fell silent. He glanced at Jordan.

"That's the gift that Young Master has prepared. First and second Anniversary prizes."

Naya staggered. His back hit the door. Even the thing in the hand was also released. His eyes even began to glaze over.

"Miss is okay?" ask Mala. He was about to help but Naya raised her hand—code so Mala wouldn't come near.

"I can do it myself, Ma'am. I'm fine" he replied with trembling lips. His eyes focused on Jordan. "What does that mean?"

"I'm sorry we. Actually the package comes to the main house every year. It's just that last year it was impossible to hand him over. So ...."

Naya suddenly slumped and crouched down. His eyes began to shed many tears. But again he rejected Mala who would help him stand up.

"So that package is coming every year. The futures package that Mr. Younger prepared the day before the reception" Jordan said again. "So it's likely that next year will come again."

Naya didn't make a sound. Only his eyes produced so much water. In the already fragmented view he simply stared at the two gift boxes that were already on the floor.

Mala can't ignore it now. He helps Naya stand up and leads her to sit on the living room couch. Hugged him.

"I'm sorry, Miss. We just want the best for you, Miss. Forget the Young Master. So we think now is the time for Miss to move on. Forget him, accept the reality and the most powerful way is to deal with it" Mala said. He rubbed Naya's back slowly.

Naya who was as bothered back hugged. "He's evil, Ma'am. If it's this bike why he died so soon."

"Miss, relax."

Naya's been getting deeper. Mala faithfully accompanied him. After she calmed down, Mala led her to the room. He looked at Naya's puffy eyes after giving her a blanket.

"Miss should be strong. Forget everything."

Naya can't continue the word. He pulled out the blanket and covered his face.

"My advice is to calm down. Be on holiday. If Miss wants later I'll prepare everything."

Naya nodded. She let go of Mala with a bitter smile.

Lama Naya was silent. His eyes were open, his mind was open. Mike's figure is too impregnated to just step forward he was afraid. To open his heart to anyone he is reluctant. Reluctant to see the world, reluctant to anything. He did not want when he opened his heart he would be left behind again.

For Ken, I don't know. But clearly he was in shock after listening to Sean's explanation about Laura's treatment to Ken. He wanted to know Ken's news, but ....

****

"alright. I'll be there soon" Jordan said. Then he hung up the phone.

"Who?" ask Mala.

"Broto."

"On Young Master Aston?" ask Mala again.

Jordan nodded.

"Are you sure you can find the kid? His parents gave up."

"I want it to be like that too. But ...."

Jordan did not continue the word, so did Mala who did not ask further. The two men were busy with their own thoughts.

"Jordan, aren't we being too outrageous?" mala asked after a long silence. He glanced at Jordan who was focused on driving.

"What?"

"It's about Miss Naya."

Again, Jordan took a deep breath.

"Eitherway. We're just a man, Mala. We just have to do what we're told."

"But I can't bear it."

"You think I have the heart?" sahut Jordan's. He rubbed his huffed face with one hand, then exhaled a long breath for the umpteenth time. "Have no more discussion. Let's see it later."