Trapped in Love Cute Boss
The Part 13

Juna sir came down, after we got to the house. I flinched, as he slammed the car door so hard. Leaving me sitting still, in the car. 

I rushed down to chase him. I don't know why his attitude was suddenly like that. I screamed at him, but not a little did he look.

"Sir, wait!"

"Sir Juna!"

As I climbed the stairs, there was the sound of the door thumping. Maybe he slammed it too. Juna sir why the hell? 

Kuraih leaves the door, intending to open it. Damnit damnit! Locked. I tried to knock on the door, but it didn't open.

"Sir! Juna Sir!"

"Mother why?" my yelling.

This heart is anxious, I don't know what happened to it. Until his attitude became strange. This morning, it was fine.

Or maybe ... Mr. Juna overheard my conversation with Pras, he must have misunderstood. I sat down languidly on the floor, leaning this back against the door of the room. Oh God! 

I sobbed, I should have just run. Not to talk to Pras much. Now Mr. Juna silenced me, I don't know what caused it.

I've been stuck here for a few hours, the door never opens. These eyes are heavy, making me fall asleep.

I blinked my eyes and woke up when I realized I was in bed. Didn't I just fall asleep at the door? Is it possible that Mr. Juna moved me here?

I was looking for his whereabouts. However, nil. Juna sir is not here. Where's she?

I tried to find him around the house, still nothing.

I let out a heavy sigh, Mr. Juna is still angry. I looked at the wall clock, it was dhuhur time. Then rushed to the bathroom, about to ablaze. And fulfill my duty to the Creator. I pray that everything is okay.

As I was tidying the prayer mats, there were footsteps approaching. Kulirik at a glance, it turns out that Mr. Juna is wearing a koko shirt and sarong. From the mosque apparently.

"Sir," I said.

"We're going to your parents' house, now," he said.

'Deg's'

Does he want to return me? Nah! What the world will say. Oh my God, how should I?

"Tap ..." hasn't had a chance to speak, his eyes glaring sharply at me. I looked down, then went to prepare.

All the way, the atmosphere was like this morning. Silent! Just the crickets, uh! The sound of cars being heard. 

"Sir" call me.

"Hmm."

"Mother why is jutek so?" my many.

"No!" the answer.

"Related Sir?" ask me one more time.

"No!" emphatically.

"Keep why Mr. .." hasn't been able to continue, he suddenly stopped the car.

"Astaghfirulloh," I muttered.

Juna sir brought his face closer, then kissed my lips at a glance.

"It's your punishment to keep calling me that name" he said, then re-applied his car.

This cheek warms up, with a smile on my lips. Because Mr. Juna was not that angry.

When I arrived at the front of the house, I immediately ran to hug my mother who was sitting on the floor. "Slow Nay! Not saying hello," said Mom. I just grin.

Suddenly Adam appeared from behind the door, then greeted Mr. Juna. "Where has A been on goal yet?" tanyakanya.

I hit Adam's arm. What is this kid? Juna smiled in response. 

"Hey, let's go in!" bring Mom. We all went inside, and talked lightly.

"Nay, get your things done. Later in the afternoon we return home," he said when he entered my room.

"Yes sir" I replied.

Mr. Juna stuck my body to the door that was closed. Then lock my movements with his hands. This heart is beating fast. It was *******my lips are soft, then remove them.

"I told you so." he smiled cunningly and then moved away, sitting on the side of the bed. 

"Let's hurry!" his words surprised me who was holding up the turmoil in the chest.

"Yes." I immediately pounced on the clothes and things I needed. Don't forget to put the phone in the little sling bag I brought. 

Suddenly my phone rang, I picked it up. An anonymous number, I pressed the green button.

"Hallo, this Nay I'm Pras." there was a voice across there, he Pras. I hurriedly turned off the call, then I put it back in the bag.

I saw Mr. Juna frowning. Then he asked, "Who's Nay?"

"Emh that... That's... Pras," I answered.

"Did you?" looks like a sharp glint in his eyes.

He pulled my suitcase. "Let's go home!" take him with a cold expression.

Mr. Juna drove the car at high speed, skillfully overtaking other vehicles. Makes me a heart spot.

When he got home, Mr. Juna roughly pulled my hand towards the room. Then it violently bit my neck, leaving a mark. I thrashed out asking to be released, but Mr. Juna instead became more and more.

"Sir, that's enough. Please," I said, blasphemously. He slammed my body into the bed.

I sobbed, as he was about to touch me. Mr. Juna stopped his action, he scrambled his hair in frustration. "Arghhh," he said. Then he came out leaving me.

I kept sobbing, grimacing withstanding the pain in his wrist. It was unexpected that Mr. Juna would be this rough. And if he asks her well, I will gladly serve him. 

Oh God! What the hell happened to him? His gentle attitude seemed to be gone. I don't know when I stopped crying. Even unconsciously, when these heavy eyes are asleep.

A small pat on the cheek, woke me up. Juna Sir! I immediately changed my position, to sit down.

"Already maghrib, I went to the mosque first," he said. Before it passed, he scrambled my hair slowly.

I really don't understand his changeable attitude. But on the other hand, I was happy with her gentle treatment. May he be gentle next, even though the promise of love has not been spoken between us.

After I finished praying, I went down to the kitchen. Maybe I should cook something for dinner tonight. Just about to open the refrigerator, I was startled by a pair of hand-circled stomachs. 

Fine murmurs travel throughout the body, down to the recesses of the heart. There was a feeling of pleasure, but remembering how he had been... Uh!

"Nay, I'm sorry," she said, flipping this body until we faced each other.

"Why?" askaku with clear liquid pooled in the eye pelupuk. 

"Come, Nay. When I heard what Bang Pras said, that he loved you. This heart is dominated by anger. And when he called you earlier I thought you had a relationship," he said. It turned out to be true, Mr. Juna heard my conversation with Pras.

With a single blink, the liquid escaped flooding my cheeks. I poked up, "So you heard it?"

"Maybe not all of them. That's my fault, without knowing anything I'm mad at you" he replied. That made him angry and misunderstood.

These tears are getting louder, but Mr. Juna gently wiped them off. And then put me in a hug. "Don't cry, Nay."

"You're evil!" I flailed his chest.

"Calm Nay," he took me in a chair.