You Are Mine
Luka
The alarm clock built his fisya from his sleep he saw the clock showed at 6:10 am, fisya woke up from his sleep and saw a bouquet of flowers and a box of chocolates lying on his bed.
Reminding his fisya of jorgi, a small smile of his fissure blushed in embarrassment
Then the sound of his cell phone filled this small space, his fisya picked up the phone and put the phone in his ear
"Where have you been all night? You didn't pick up my phone" hans said from the phone
Holy hooch! My phone was left in my car last night and I missed Mr. Hans' call
Fisya put a hand on his forehead and thought what other reason he should say to hans believe
"Why are you quiet" the tone of the voice began to become frightening
"Fisya.tadi fisya night.." The brain that has a high IQ that was not able to work when dealing with hans.
"Last night?" Hans paused for a moment
"If I remember last night you were walking with a man" he played a photo paper in his hand that photographed a moment of fissure with a man he knew where he was coming from
Where could he know
Fisya's face became impure, his lips could no longer speak as if the voice was on death contact by the man who was talking to him on the phone
"Did you forget! I know everything that's going on in this town, and it's easy for me to monitor you" scary words came out of hans' lips
"Twenty minutes you're in my office" Hans turned off the phone
End of me, this time I really messed up everything
Fisya rushed quickly unheeded the messy room, he immediately took a shower and changed his clothes
If I'm late this time, no one knows what my next fate will be
After she brushed her hair
fisya quickly took his cellphone running through the hallway of his house and instantly when in the living room fisya hit his mother who carried a glass on a tray
"What have you done!" Fisya's mother looked at her
"Don't you think that by returning the million dollar bill you can make yourself at will in this house" the woman snapped fissurely
Inviting everyone in the house gathered to watch the fisya that was falling along with the broken glass in front of him.
" miss fisya?" The waiter sat down and helped the fishyah stand up
"Let me help clean it up" said the innocent woman
"No need! Don't touch any of those broken glasses, let him clean them with those little hands" said the cruel mother of fisya looking at him
Slowly fisya sat in front of the broken glass saw the sharp bells scattered where the fisya slowly gather them one by one the shard on his hand, not feeling that the hand released a lot of blood
Blood dripping onto the floor
"But the mistress of Miss Fisya's hand" the old woman was about to help
"Shut up! Just go to the kitchen and don't interfere in our business" whispered the fisya mother to the plain maid
Is this hand bleeding? My injured hand may be deep enough but somehow not so much pain, my deeper heartache has overpowered this wound on my hand
After collecting the broken glass, he stood in front of his mother and looked at her injured hand
"Look at that little wound" the cruel old woman before his fissure left her
As if the rest of the family did not care about his state of fisya, they just laughed out loud at the blood-soaked weak woman
Fisya threw all the glass fragments in his hands into the trash can in the kitchen and washed his bloodied hands, revealing a large, deep wound in that hand
"Miss fisya, let me bandage that wound! If it's not covered, it could get dusted and infected" the waiter carried a 3p box and placed it on the dining table...
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