The Virgin Girl Belongs to the Master
Stranger

"Huh? Trailed?"

Naya's brief response was not approved by Mala. The assistant dressed in all black was so quick to lead him into the crowd. The confused Naya of course looked around, but still did not find anyone suspicious.

"Sir, what's the matter?"

Again, Mala did not answer. He continued to lead Naya until the clueless Naya stopped. He's clapping Mala's hand. "Sir, look, no one follows us ...."

Mala stunned.

"Let's see, there's nothing suspicious" Naya said.

Mala followed Naya's words, her eyes looking around, and right. None of them are suspicious. All the visitors were busy with their own affairs.

"The power is wrong. Nothing is strange. No one is going to go either."

Mala fell silent. He scratched his temples for a while then smiled clumsily. "Yes, Miss. I seem to be too scared. Yes already. Then we go straight to the toilet."

Naya nodded. Both went to the toilet.

However, suddenly Mala's phone rang and made their step back to stop.

"Who's Ma'am?" ask Naya. His eyebrows cringed.

"Jordan Miss," replied Mala.

"Oh, if you answer me. I went straight to the toilet. It's not comfortable. The ice cream is sticky."

Mala. He picked up the phone and let Naya walk alone to where she was headed.

"Apaired really today. Because my mind is not focused I am sloppy. Honey, this expensive dress is so dirty," murmured Naya. He just kept cleaning up the stains on the dress without realizing there was a handsome young man coming in and directly hugging him from behind.

"Darling, I miss ...."

The words and brazen treatment made Naya widen her eyes. He's a great thrashing. Surprisingly the young man's embrace was getting tighter.

"You who? Lepasin no! Don't be so rude!" naya Bentak. She was terrified, her eyes could clearly see the face of the foreign man leaning his chin on his shoulder from the reflection of the mirror. Naya continues to rebel, but remains unheeded.

"Come on, don't gini. I miss you, Nay. Don't you miss me? We haven't seen him in two years, you know," replied the man again. A young man who was about his age.

Naya who felt threatened and frightened of course thrashed again, even more powerful. "Eh, you don't go crazy! I don't know you! Who the hell are you?"

"Oh my goodness Nay .. How much do you hate me? I love you so much. I know, you must be disappointed and angry because I suddenly dropped out of the country to leave you. But Nay, believe me. .. I am also tormenting you. I miss you. I still love. Sorry I am yes. We'll reverse it, will you?"

"I miss you Nay. I miss the smell of your body. I'm opium. We go to my house, yes" said the young man again. Even now his hands are guerrilla so free.

"Don't be insolent! Leasin!"

Feeling that safety and honor were being threatened, Naya stepped on the young man's feet. The hug came off instantly. The opportunity was used by Naya to step away and back a few steps. His eyes looked at the young man.

"Enough! Don't come any closer! Or I'm yelling!" snapped Naya, her hand so tightly holding the branded bag given by Mike—just in case the man returns to act brash.

Instead of being scared, the young man smiled. She was holding her arms as if she was enjoying Naya's fear. She scanned Naya's beautiful appearance with a knee-length pink dress and matching colored heels.

"You stay the same. I like to get attention. But somehow that's why I can't move on from you. What's more, your clothes are now very sexy. I liked. So come on, come with me. We are nostalgic" said the young man. He approached quickly and was able to block Naya's wrist.

"Stop! Lepassin! I don't know you. So don't make it up! I really don't know you!" shout Naya. Her eyes are red. He thrashed and hit the young man's hand with a handbag. Attractions from each other also occur. People were even gathered at the door. Naya was getting nervous about it.

"Dear, honey, don't do this. We used to love each other. We always spend time together. Want in school or outside we are always compact. Then why do you miss our togetherness? Inget, we're dating for two years, you know."

Naya gawking. The man had nothing he could digest. A boyfriend? Being together? Mutual dear? Oh God ... Naya pulled her hand back. She's terrified.

"I really don't know you ...." Naya's lips Vibrate great.

While the young man was upset. He started to rouse and rubbed his face with one hand. He stared at the paled Naya. "Do I need to give you proof that we've been together? Do you want to show off our affection for these people?" ask him while looking around. The grinning grin is clear.

Naya shakes. "Please! Don't be reckless. I don't know you" Naya said. He was trembling to hear people start to pile up. Some even intentionally gave him a sneer.

"Honey. Come on, don't complicate it. We can finish this all right? Either way we're still dating, sweetheart."

The young man pulled Naya's hand again. Naya of course refused. Her tears are getting bigger and bigger.

"You're crazy! I don't know you!" shout Naya. He started to panic and hysterically.

"Come on, honey, don't complicate things. Didn't you see everyone squirming at us. So come on, let's talk at my house. I guess usually."

"Son, I don't want to. I don't know you. Please release," said Naya. She's wailing and seeing the people— consisting of mothers and teenagers— around there.

Strange, no one cared at all. They even gave way. But it is different from a man dressed neatly all black with a navy blue tie. He even flinched from the doorway His eyes implied hatred. His jaw had even tightened.

"Please get him."

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Gaes. mumpung Monday love vote dong. Kali aja nampang on the veranda. Heheheheh