Young Miss Assistant
Chapter 3 Bonus

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Why go see Yogie? He's ridiculous, isn't he? Just a joke from a man who plays with his heart like a doll. However, he had to keep talking, not to ask for an explanation, just to hear an apology.

The car finally stops at a club's night, Kinara can only enter not much talk. Looking at the many scantily dressed women. Cuddling with men, or drunk people staggering.

An uncomfortable place for him, just to talk. Music that swells the ears, the smell of alcohol and cigarette smoke that stings.

Br*ngsek woman? He often does things wrong. However, to enter a place like this? This is her first time.

Following Yogie's steps, his fingers still clenched in their heads to speak. Until it penetrates the crowd of people who dance semi-consciously to a VVIP room that is more comfortable to talk.

"Drink," Yogie smiled at him, thrusting the liquor he had filled a quarter of a glass.

"I'm not used to drinking, how's your life these 7 years?" asked Kinara smilingly, still giving the young man before her a chance to be honest.

"For years I have missed you, my parents have forbidden me to see you. Stay here, I'll find you a temporary place to stay" he replied, clutching Kinara's fingers.

The woman he had touched, was undeniably still as beautiful as before. Even more beautiful. Have a model wife? What use? When used on its first night it is no longer a virgin. Even to have offspring, the arrogant woman was reluctant, keeping her body shape became an excuse. A beautiful model? of course, yet this village lady before him, looked much prettier.

Kinara pulled back her hand, her face not always smiling like it used to be, "If I had enough money, would your parents agree?" tanyanya.

Yogie nodded, "Therefore I will find you a temporary job, how about working as a waitress in this place?"

"When the money is enough, we will meet..."

Plaque...

One slap landed on Yogie's cheek, Kinara's teary eyes holding back her cries, "You want me to sell myself here?" tanyakanya.

"Not that!! If you don't like it, don't work. I can finance your life" he said, holding Kinara's hand reassuringly.

The woman smiled, "How much money does it take to convince your parents?" tanyakanya.

Yogie observed Kinara's simple appearance. If the nominal he said was too big, this beautiful woman would give up and leave right? But if it is too small, Kinara may be able to collect it and the lie will be exposed quickly, "300 million.." he replied originally, hoping to hold Kinara back.

"I have 500 million. But no longer interested in marrying you," Kinara smiled, her body trembling with tears."I'm dumping you now! Unknowingly I became cheap from chasing after br*hseks like you..."

Her pill cry rang out, Kinara chuckled, laughing at herself. "I am indeed materialistic, but to be a mistress? My self-esteem is too high. Keep the city woman you love, this lowly me alone." he said, trying to smile. Leaving the VVIP room.

Yogie was initially speechless, feeling nothing was wrong, drinking a mouthful of booze in front of him. Staring at the closed door, the shadow 7 years ago reverberated in his mind.

"Only cheap village women." he said, clutching tightly to his drinking glass. The shadow of Kinara's smile that had now turned into sobs of crying again twitched.

Play? He just wanted to play around with a stupid village girl. But what's it like to have this sick person dumped?

Prangs...

A glass of drink was thrown at the perfectly closed door, ruffling her hair, hoping to forget the shadow that flashed through her mind as she looked back at the woman's face. A foolish woman who was willing to give her chastity 7 years ago.

The toy he threw into the trash after its use. Yogie drank even more, but the image of the woman crying before him was again visible.

The steps are shaken, opening the door of the VVIP room. Trying to align his body that began to collapse due to the influence of alcohol. "I had to lie to her even more, for her to stay with me." she shed her tears.

Melt the tears? Didn't you think of Kinara as just a napkin impingement? Indeed, but the words thrown away made him understand, what was it like to be an abandoned toy?

Yogie, encouraging some visitors, looked for Kinara among the hustle and bustle of people who enjoyed the music. Nothing, the woman's gone somewhere. The woman who wants to be deceived again.

Not tasteful maybe that's how he is, leaving his club'night, delivered by a private driver. Until he returned to his residence.

The extinguished room light he ignited, lying his body staring at the ceiling of the room. "discovered?" Yogie laughed, staring at the wedding photo. Walk take pictures of the smiling bride and groom.

Prangs...

The photo was thrown until it broke. Fine lady? A bright career? Perfect right? But Yogie finds out about his wife's affair, only to get a job as a model. Initially staring at Kinara who came looking for him, he wanted to avenge his wife's affair, by having a mistress. But the innocent woman he fucked 7 years ago, is not as stupid as it used to be. It had even disappeared, staring at him full of tears.

One thing he realized while staring at the big empty room. Perhaps if he kept his promise to the village girl who was taken away from his chastity, this room would not be empty. Filled by the cry of a child who is reluctant to have his wife who is now still at the peak of her career as a model.

The smiles and laughter of her and Kinara, who would greet her with a naturally beautiful face without makeup, sounded within the quiet room. Joking on the bed. Fill the night with talk of their exhausting day.

***

Perfect right? The rain fell on the city he had just stepped on for the first time. Kinara wiped away her tears, raised her hands, enjoying the rain that soaked her fingers.

"Can anyone like me not be happy?" tanyanya, on her wet fingers. Take shelter at the bus stop at night.

A beautiful woman took shelter there, fiddling with her phoncell. Quietly waiting for someone, until a man wearing a raincoat arrived, with a helmet on his head.

"Honey.." she said smilingly, grabbing the helmet her lover was thrust into, getting into the coat, letting her trousers get a little wet. Hugging the waist of a young man who is not so handsome, working as an online ojek.

Seems happy, doesn't it? Not handsome and not rich. However, pick up her lover in the midst of the swift rain.

Envied? True envy is his nature. Kinara had seen the campus brochure, but the tuition fees were large. Slum dwellings are not cheap either. Now she begins to understand the life her brother lived.

Living comfortably in the village may be better. Is Fahri going to take it back? He hurt Fahri too much, didn't he?

Got to! Fahri had to accept it, even if he had to kneel, or hurt himself. Only Fahri is the place to go home. Stiff, cynical youth, who is not good at seducing.

"Sorry.." Only one word came out of his mouth, realizing his mistake. For the first time smiling gazed at the rainwater, a smile aimed at the young man who had been waiting for him for many years.

***

Complete already, only two weeks he lives in the city. Understand everything, the city environment with an easy life, packing his goods, complete with money from the sale of houses that he has not touched. Just using his savings money to survive these two weeks.

Quickly going towards the bus stop, his fingers touching the window stared at the bustle of plain-clothed, even shabby people in the terminal. Unlike the fancy things he saw on television.

Kinara sighed harshly hoping the bus would run soon. Hoping Fahri hasn't brought his signed letter to court.

"I'm sorry I was wrong, is your nature still stiff, caring for your ears and closing your eyes, to still be waiting for me?" he murmured, expectantly.

Buses drove off the terminal, skyscrapers still visible in between its journey. His eyes were closed, soaking in fatigue, wanting to return to the only person who was on his side. When the world blasphemed him.

***

Bus journey that takes 10 hours. Pretty exhausting, right? Kinara's white fingers rushed to carry her suitcase quickly. Confused what to apologize for, or how to ask Fahri back to her if the divorce papers have arrived in court.

The woman stepped quickly, in the dark of the night. The house he had left two weeks ago was seen.

Teng...

Iron gate, opened without permission. Go inside the house, to see her husband. The only place for him to take shelter.

His eyes looked around, not finding Fahri's truth. Only ART is ironing clothes.

Kinara began to enter her room, searching for something hopeful. And sure enough, the divorce papers had not been signed by her husband.

His face smiled, fingers his hands, shredding the letters into small fragments, then stomping on them. All the clothes in the suitcase were put back in the closet.

I heard the door open, "Kinara?" Fahri clenched his forehead, entered the room and then closed the door.

The show, I have to kneel apologizing. Pretending to be suicidal, if divorced, he murmured inwardly with a pale face, not wanting to lose the only place to go home.

Fahri chuckled, "Stupid, if you can't live in the city, don't leave me" he said.

Kinara tightened her embrace, "Sorry, I love you.." Another sentence came out of her mouth.

"Have a rest, you must be exhausted on the way no" soft words came out of Fahri's mouth, neither snapping nor asking Kinara where she had gone.

Fahri's open closet took a thick blanket, as the base would sleep on the carpet, given his tired body after giving money to some farmers who entrusted their crops to be brought to the city. However, Kinara's handcuffs stopped him."Could it be more romantic!? Tell me you love me too?" tanyakanya.

"Romantic?" fahri asked not to understand.

"I am!! If you like to say like," he said put his hand on Fahri's shoulder. Slowly on his tiptoes kissed the lips of the young man before him. However, not a single reply was received.

"Why silence?" Kinara knitted her forehead.

"So we kissed!?" Fahri scratched his forehead.

Kinara kneaded her own temple, only to find out her husband who had a cynical mouth, apparently never kissed at all.

"Have you ever watched adult videos?" tanya Kinara, answered with a nod by Fahri.

"I'll teach you the practice. Follow your body's wishes." he said in a sensual tone. Pressing light switch.

Kinara came back on her tiptoes kissing Fahri's lips, "Open your mouth.." whispered.

With hesitation, Fahri opened his mouth, letting Kinara's tongue act as he wished. Closing his eyes, slowly returning his movements in search of satisfaction.

Kinara's body felt slowly, for some reason strange desires arose in him. Followed by a thumping feeling.

"Do you love me?" whispered Kinara.

"I love you." Fahri replied with no power to restrain himself. Kiss his wife's neck slowly.

Opening my heart to her might not be difficult. If only I had not compared love with likeness and wealth...

Fahri shirt buttons opened his fingers. It creates a deeper desire.

Bruck...

The two bodies fell perfectly on the bed in a dark room. "Kinara.." said Fahri lirih.

Kinara's heart started pounding as their bodies began to touch each other on the cold night. Put off one by one their clothes, which were finally lying on the floor, and the bed.

I'm sorry I wasted you...I won't let you down again...

Kinara bellowed for a moment, biting her lips, holding back the erotic voice that was about to come out. Occasionally the young man on top of his body, kissed his lips, in the middle of their body that shook rhythmically.

Just love me? Aren't you tired, loving someone vile woman? Your face is not ugly, a mature sapodilla that looks sweet...

Kinara smiled hugging the limp body of her husband still overstimulating him. After their long groans, enjoy a cold night for the first time.

***

Their bodies were still equally innocent, lying on top of the bed. Fahri hugged his wife's body from behind, wrapped only in a thick blanket.

"Mary..." Kinara started the conversation.

"Emm.." he answered still hugging his wife's body from behind.

"I'll give back my mom and dad's money. Can you help me apologize?" tanyakanya.

"I'll help you" Fahri replied without refusing.

Kinara smiled sincerely, clasping her husband's hands. "Stupid, you can refuse, right?" tanyakanya.

"No, I did not refuse," again answered briefly, tightening his embrace.

"One more time, help me, I've been to town. There's a kiosk with cheap rent there. Located near the market, what if we rent it to sell the groceries, you often bring rice to the third hand, right?"

"Let me guard the stall, we can rent a small, cheap contract. Then sell rice at competitive prices, will definitely sell among agents," he said full of ideas.

"Yes," Fahri smiled, hearing the cheerful tone of his wife. Not an envious figure who was happy to snap again. However, that voice sounded enthusiastic.

This time Kinara really wanted her warm place to go home, stay by her side, "I don't want to open a boutique anymore. Rice wives are more fun. I will also learn to take good care of Ega, even though her custody is still owned by mother and father," he said chatty, smiling, clasping Fahri's hand, in order to hug her tighter.

Started accepting? It is the life cycle that makes a person more mature, right?

"Don't move much, I have trouble holding it.." said Fahri groaning gently withholding something, because his wife was moving too much.

Kinara chuckled, "Tonight, and another night. I'll be a special cheap woman for you..."

Kinara turned around, kissed her husband's lips again, "Don't hold them back," she whispered, beginning to accept the happiness he often held in his arms over likeness and wealth.

Restarting their activities as a full-fledged married couple.

The warm air felt the day had started early, Kinara started her new life. Cheeking at her husband's mature skinned cheeks, complete with dimples, the young man who opened his eyes full of smiles.

"Who are you sending a message to?" he asked, looking at Kinara starting to grab the phoncell, typing something. His hands hugged his wife's innocent body from behind.

"Kanaya, I once almost seduced her boyfriend," she replied honestly.

Fahri fell silent, loosening his embrace, but Kinara's hand pulled, in order to keep her in his arms. Warming body.

"I now understand, if not the handsome prince who has a sincere heart. Wheat sellers, bakers, they are also sincere to their loved ones. Sorry, it was my fault..." Kinara chuckled, driving away the awkwardness.

"No problem" Fahri smiled.

It doesn't matter to be dumped, how many times I'll keep waiting for you. Begging love? I'm not stupid...

"From today on, I am the wife of a rice pitcher," she said excitedly, peeping Fahri's face many times, which grew even sweeter in her eyes. Started trying to accept the heart of the young man who was waiting for him patiently.

***

Morning ahead, elsewhere, precisely in Daniel's car that drove to the headquarters of Ananta Group.

Kanaya chuckled, looking at her sister, who sent a half-bawdy photo. The only thing the brother and sister have in common, their brains are set perverted.

A photo of Kinara and Fahri, with the young man still asleep, was wrapped in a blanket. Without clothes? True they are only wrapped in blankets, one photo that is not known to be taken by Fahri. Kissing her husband's lips, without realizing the sleeping husband.

One sentence Kinara sent in the photo. 'Spending a cold night with my husband, pitying the virgin, cold in bed,'

Kanaya glanced at Daniel who was still concentrating on driving. "When I feel the warmth of a cold night." he shakes, holding one of Daniel's hands.

"Your brain is really perverted," Daniel sighed harshly. Doesn't want to be thrown by her in-laws if you touch Kanaya before you get married. The couple started getting out of the car, walking into the Ananta Group office area.

The hand of a handsome young man, pulling the arm of Kanaya, "I'm sorry, I've reneged on the promise. I really love you," he said looking sincere.

"Huh!?" Kanaya was stunned to feel that she did not know the young man. His eyes slightly glanced at Daniel who was staring intently at him.

Seriate