The Virgin Girl Belongs to the Master
Herry

"abort? Are you kidding me?" mike Sahut.

He looked up and looked at Bian. His smile was perfectly formed. He stood up and patted Bian on the shoulder. "I'll never do that. Naya's different. And now he'll never get away from me."

Mike chuckled happily. Bian who saw Mike's facial expression was even more astonished. Mike, the stiff, haughty and arrogant man was able to smile that wide. However, the shock did not last long. He choked Mike's hand spontaneously.

"Where are you going, Mike?" ask Bian.

"Of course I'll go inside."

"Stupid! He's still unconscious. Just wait here. You'll see it when he's conscious."

Bian then left. But before that he again saw Mike prancing around. But he knew very well, what kind of man Mike was. And now, he doesn't know her at all.

***

Herry running. He continued to step quickly away from the horde of men in black suits who were chasing. Earlier, the plan after launching the action he will hide. Mike is too fast. He did not even have time to pick up the clothes he had prepared.

"Catch him! Find me!"

The tattooed man's words made Herry hide behind the trash to hold his saliva. Slowly he settled back until the mob left.

After feeling safe, Herry also let out a long sigh. He rogoh his pants pocket and swiped the screen. The face of Laras who was posing there. Herry smiled, he stroked the screen and stared at it unblinkingly.

"Beautiful," he murmured softly.

He opened the green chat app. There the message screen also has the image of Laras. His eyes looked at the clock, which had shown almost three in the morning.

Again, Herry smiled wryly, he pressed the microphone sign and took a longer breath.

"Sorry to interrupt your sleep. Ah .. sorry can I call you by name this time, Laras?"

When he first met, he began to respect Laras. He knew there were insiders supporting Laras. Still, it's not a barrier. He was already fascinated by Baras.

At that time many models insulted Laras. The difference Herry actually defended, maybe because he felt one blood—unya Indonesian, but about the father, no one knows until the mother closed her eyes for ever.

And also in the past, when many people insulted Herry with the word child prostitute. The difference is that Laras defends. From that moment on they began to find comfort.

But it's not as easy as people say. Entering the realm of entertainment there is so much struggle. It's very difficult to reach. Many insults, insults and thicken the heart so as not to be too hurt. But for the sake of their ideals swallow roundly to reach the top point. Herry has always been supportive and encouraging.

One day due to a mistake, Herry is fired from the agency. At that time Laras who was soaring raised him to be an assistant. Not an assistant sent by an agency, but an assistant, like a personal bodyguard. From then on, the two got closer.

Without anyone knowing, it turns out that Herry keeps such a deep taste for the girl. Herri always takes care, takes care of sincerely. When Laras is in a relationship with other men, he will continue to support. Although inwardly hurt, torn, and frustrating, still Herry will be in full support.

Nothing remains in the world. The Laras scandal exposed and destroyed all his hard work during that time.

"Laras, I'm being honest. I care about you. You are a goddess, Laras. You're worth. I don't want you to cry. I don't want you to suffer. Your smile is my world, only you are in my eyes. That's why all your requests I'm following."

Hery paused the word. He took a longer breath, and for some reason there was a single point of water in the eye. "But sorry, with great regret it seems like this is the last task. I failed Laras. I can't take your revenge. But Laras, may I give you some advice. Advice from a man who cares about you."

Herry paused the word again. The water that was originally a drop suddenly jostled wanted to come out of the fertilizer. He took another deep breath.

"But, can you forget him? Live your life quietly. Forget your obsessions and live longer. Happy, Laras. Barrel, I love you."

Herry releases the microphone button. He breathed again. Feels claustrophobic. Very crowded. I don't know, he felt this was the last moment to acknowledge the feeling.

Slowly, Herry stood up. In the darkness he began to come out from hiding. But suddenly the foot stepped on the bottle to provoke the attention of Mike's people.

"There! He's in there!"