TRUE LOVE For MAYA
COME ON, I OBEY

Almost 3 months the woman was in the recovery house, after previously she had occupied the cold bars for 2 days. As a husband, Lingga has been as much as possible to make Lisa can be moved to a rehabilitation place.

No matter how disappointed he was, he was still responsible as a husband. He would not let his wife become a prisoner of the cell. To this day the case continues, the woman still has to be questioned for her involvement with a man who became a fugitive from a neighboring country

"There has been no decision from the court how long you will be here. By not being in jail, I think that's good enough for you. Try to understand Sa, you need to heal."

Lingga conveys what must be said, or else Lisa is still his responsibility. He hoped that the woman who had not long been his wife would accept and understand the situation.

"How many times do I have to tell you Ling. I'm not sick! And I'm not a wearer. Back then, just by chance, I used that item to get my stamina fit. You know what I do, right?"

Lisa defended herself. The woman did not want to hear the Linga. All he wanted was to be able to get out of a place that could not provide the freedom and comfort that he had when he was outside.

"If I've been here a long time, what about my career? Your father, who has a big name and influence, why don't you try asking for his help? And you, why not use a great lawyer to get me out of here? I guess, there's no harm in us bribing the parties concerned."

"Stop saying Sa, you realize what you're talking about Alisa? I don't want to use power just for the sake of the freedom that's going to take you. I've had enough of silencing the media." Linga really does not end up thinking with the way of mind of women who usually speak well mannered. "I think those drugs have damaged your brain, Sa.."

"Are you still angry? Because I was with another man in the room during the arrest? So you don't want to seek my freedom? I told you he was just a friend who would be my content partner Ling. I didn't know he was in trouble with the law. You believe me, right?"

With the age of marriage that has not even 6 months, they should be feeling the beauty of marriage as a newlywed couple. But unfortunately, just stepped on 3 months of marriage. Surprising news destroys everything. Dating for 2 years does not make Lingga know Alisa well.

His bad nature is a little bit starting to show after the wedding. The woman was very appreciative of her work, so that sometimes, Lingga felt neglected.

Tingal both in the apartment made him a lot left behind, Lisa more often abroad for the content project she made.

"Ling!... Lingg...!" the woman screamed for the man who had just left, left the room, without answering her words.

Not wanting to argue that would definitely make his heart inflamed, Lingga decided to leave, he did not want to linger in this building.

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Using his subscription ojek, this afternoon Maya permission to go out to deliver the files that Haris entrusted to him. As per the address, Kang ojek stopped his motorbike right in front of the building that read 'Group News'

"Kang, wait a minute.. Not long kog."

"Siapp Neng Maya.. I wait."

Stepping in, Maya noticed the bustle around her. The building looks crowded today, some employees in and out with all their interests and busyness.

Emboldened, Maya chose to ask the information section.

"Good day.." Maya greets one woman behind the table with a plate inscribed with a receptionist.

"Piang.. Can I help you?" the woman greeted Maya kindly.

"I want to meet Lingga.. Emm... I mean.." Maya sees again the business card given by haris.

"Lingga Hanunggara, on the part of the print media organization as a journalist." Maya explains it very completely.

"Journalist?" the woman named Ana frowned.

"Did you have an appointment with Mr Lingga?" the woman asked to make sure.

"Not yet, I have no appointment ..but I have to meet Mr. Lingga." Maya also pinned the word Father, after hearing the woman mention Lingga, with the name Father.

Maya thinks, maybe the man named Lingga is an old man.

"Awhile, I connected her to her room first." the woman pressed the phone and talked to someone on the other end she didn't know.

"Sorry, Ma'am. Mr. Lingga is not in place." Ana conveys after closing her phone.

"Bak can send me a message.. I will tell you later. All Maak can put his phone number, so I can contact Mbak back, if there is a question from Mr. Lingga."

Maya hands the file to the woman to hand it over to the concerned. And he recorded his phone number on the piece of paper he asked for.

Leaving the reception desk, Maya walks out with her head down. He wondered why he had to make an appointment just to meet a journalist. Is this the rule?

Too cool with his mind, accidentally his shoulders clashed with the man who was also looking down, walking with quick steps.

With a high posture and has a wide shoulders, of course, able to make the skinny body Maya pushed to the side and hit the glass door with a sharp-sided aluminum list.

"Aww..." Maya holds her temple which immediately hurts.

"Sorry, sorry... I didn't mean it."

The man halted his steps when he realized the woman clasping with his shoulder was struck by glass.

"Is anyone hurt?" Linga asked as she saw Maya pressing on her temple.

And he was surprised, when he saw the Maya temple that looks reddened by bruising and slightly scratched.

With a reflex, the phallus touches Maya's face to see clearly.

For a few seconds Maya and Lingga stared at each other. Highlight the eyes as if to be a bridge for the two to admire each other's good looks and natural beauty Maya.

Until both of them wake up and turn each other's faces and distance themselves

"Let's treat me."

Like a buffalo on her nose, Maya according to when her hand was pulled and brought to a room still on the ground floor. A projector machine with a large screen on the wall with chairs lined up parallel. Maya can guess that this room is a meeting place.

"Sit. Don't go anywhere."

Without refuting, Maya simply nodded her head. Before long, the man came with a small basin filled with warm water and washlap. The man began to wet the cloth made from the towel he was holding. He tightened his seat to face and began compressing Maya's temples.

What the man did, made Maya a little groggy. He noticed that the distance of their faces was very close.

"Emmm.. Just let me out, brother." Maya immediately takes Washlap who is in the hands of Linga. He compresses his own temple which begins to feel pulsating.

"Drink." The phallus delivers one capsule to Maya.

Maya stared at the capsule with a thousand question marks. He was worried that he would become a victim like in the movies and novels he read, a man gave sleeping pills or stimulants to deceive the woman. Maya's brain began to stretch following the gendre he watched.

Like knowing Maya's way of thinking. Linga laughed crisply, realizing the woman was a victim of her spectacle on the glass screen.

"It's just a generic, painkiller, not the drug you think."

Feeling the way she thought, Maya accepted it with a shy face, she smiled grimacingly, because she had negative thoughts to the man who was new to her stage.

"What's right here?" Lingga asked after Maya took the medicine.

"I want to meet a reporter, but the receptionist said, I have to make an appointment first."

"Make promises?

"Yes Brother, I'm surprised, Masa wants to meet with journalists just have to make an appointment? Strange rules, right?" Maya grumbled as her hand continued to press her temple.

"What's her name? Maybe I can help you."

"Father Lingga.."

The Sutan Linga Hanunggara.

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