The Virgin Girl Belongs to the Master
Cravings and revenge.

Day after day just passed by. No reception day is just a week away.

A reception? Yes, just stay reception because before leaving the hospital—two weeks ago—Mike turned out to have planned big things in advance. He immediately took Naya to the religious affairs office and confirmed their relationship. Now, Naya had no reason to leave anymore.

Remembering that Naya again sighed. If seen, felt and examined, Mike's treatment is now much softer than before. He treats Naya as a queen, but still Naya feels something is up. The wound was so deep. Recorded clearly in the memory of how Mike stepped on his pride, how Mike tortured and how bad treatment he received.

However, back again to reality—stay can not be anything—because only Mike place anchored the last hope. Laura, yes she wants to make Laura suffer.

Now, everyone is still doing the task as usual. Only Mike seemed excited waiting for that day to come. Not only that, Mike even continues to interfere with the pretext of prey on the child's brain with music.

While listening to classical music, he will also attach a stethoscope to Naya's stomach. Sometimes the man who could be said to be that old was screaming in excitement when he heard the sound from inside Naya's stomach. It looks annoying and adorable at the same time. Though not necessarily the sound of the baby's heartbeat.

"Miss Naya, what do you want to eat for dinner tonight?" mala asked shortly after Naya spent the special milk of pregnant women that she made.

Naya shakes. He put the glass on Mala's tray and said, "Terah Mbak. I don't have a problem with any food."

Naya deliberately paused the word, she looked wry. When she felt safe, she gave Mala a code to bend over.

"Can you buy me something?" asked Naya, she looked grim as she massaged her nape.

Mala who had bowed, nodded in understanding.

"Please buy me an ice candle."

Mala's forehead shrinks and reflexes stand up. "Es candle?" repeat it in a whisper.

Naya nodded quickly. "Yes, ice candles. I want the ice candles my neighbor sold first. Mala can't go there? I want another ice candle."

"But Miss, then Young Master ...."

"Don't tell him. He'll be angry."

"But, miss, it's not healthy. Later ...."

Again, not yet finished Mala's speech, Naya had clenched both hands. "Please, Ma'am, I want some ice from that grandma."

Mala was speechless. He had to agree and then leave.

Now there was Naya sitting alone at the dinner table. The employees were just like always, no one dared to speak up. They are busy with their own tasks.

Slowly Naya got out of the chair. He walked towards the back door. He had lived there for a long time, and only this time was moved to take a walk.

Suddenly, something stole the attention. Naya who was wearing maternity clothes stopped in front of a door that was quite far from the kitchen.

As if he could get a boost, the curious Naya ventured into it. Of course the sighting that was ahead was far from beautiful. It is very different from the room in the house.

Naya kept walking. His eyes scanned the large number of boxes arranged there. He also sneezed a few times because the dust there is not kidding.

"Is-this her?" mummified Naya. He glared at the photo of Mike still wearing High School clothes. Looks handsome, not much change, only now looks more mature. It's just not just Mike who's in the picture. There, Mike kisses the cheek of a girl who is also wearing high school clothes.

"What is this Barrel?" murmured Naya again. He starts to poke and sees many portraits of Mike and Laras' affection.

Unfortunately, that didn't bother Naya at all. He was distracted by a photo of Mike hugging the waist of an old mother.

"Is she a nanny?" murmured Naya again.

I don't know why Naya was getting curious. He opened a box that was not so big—similar to a wooden crate with a slightly dull golden batik carving.

There is a picture of Mike standing alone. Naya guess it's a TK time photo. Mike's face was so sour. Not just one, almost all the photos he held showed that Mike was sad.

Now Naya's hand is straining a picture book. He opened all the pieces by sheet. There is no other picture of a child who looks spread out his hands, like wanting to reach the hands of two people who are next to him, but unfortunately not until.

Suddenly, Naya's tears came. Although the image was only formed from a large circle and a body like a lidi, Naya knew it must be hinting at sadness. He understood because he had drawn the same thing.

"Is this why you didn't want to get married?" naya. His voice sounded faint as it clashed with cries. He hugged the picture book.

Suddenly a noise was heard from outside. The voice that Naya had memorized was right. That's Laura's voice. Yes, Naya is sure of that.

Naya's gegas wiped away the tears, then allowed all to its original position. Steadily he came out and approached the riotous prick who seemed to be struggling in the squeals of the bodyguards.

"Take him off" said Naya calmly.

Two bodyguards locked Laura's movements according to. But keep watch.

"What are you doing here?" asked Naya expressionlessly. He scissors and scans Laura's extremely chaotic appearance. He believes, Mike must have successfully launched a plan.

"You what? What do you want to say?" Laura snorts. He who was already emotional approached Naya and was about to throw a slap. Luckily Naya blocked that hand firmly.

Plaque!

Now Naya's giving a slap. Laura stupefied. Cheeks hurt, but mentally hurt more.

"How dare you!" hardik Laura's.

Instead of being afraid, Naya returned to slap. Right, landed in the same place. Laura's eyes even turned red.

"Basin a little jalanggang!"

Plaque!

Slap landed again. Now Naya even let go of the check and pushed Laura to a rough sit.

"Jaga atitud! Don't you know that I'm the lady of this house?"