Young Miss Assistant
The Scorched Jasmine

......Sometimes, excess is a blessing. However, if it was in the wrong place, it would turn into a test. Showing excess? Sometimes it's a good thing, sometimes it can also lead to disaster. It is best to be humble with your strengths and weaknesses......

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The morning was really cold, Gabriel did not sleep one bit, silent awake to hear the sound from the kitchen behind the house.

Slowly the young man stretched his muscles. The imagination of last night's events still looms in his mind.

The aroma of warm tea smelled fragrant, mixed with the aroma of jasmine flowers. Gabriel slowly got up, for the first time he woke up at 05.15am. Sorry, not waking up, but not sleeping at all.

The young man began to step up, finding that a cup of jasmine tea had been in session, who did not belong. From the kitchen smoke rises.

Seen a girl crouching with hair rolled up. Her fingers and skin were still pure white, covered in warm long-sleeved clothing.

Gabriel's hand trembled doubtfully, patting the girl's shoulder which left her unable to sleep well.

The image looked up to loosen its head. Don't think Gabriel's gonna be blown away. The young man laughed loudly, the angel he saw last night began to vanish.

The image looks black oily face, due to exposure to smoke when blowing firewood to light up.

"Burik.." Gabriel's mouth slipped, the girl stared cynically. Starting to rise from the front of the furnace where he cooked while warming his body in the cold morning.

"Sorry, about yesterday..." Gabriel bowed with a smile.

The image clenched its forehead, about to walk away. However, his wrist was held back, "I want jasmine tea." said Gabriel looking for an excuse, so he could talk longer with the strange girl who was sulking.

The girl exhaled a rough breath, started boiling water with jasmine as well as preparing her tea leaves.

Gabriel rubbed his hand cold, his body trembling slightly. Hand, a warm image grasped it to get close to the furnace, pulling it to crouch down, while waiting for the jasmine boiled water to be ready.

"Cici, why are you pretending to look bad?" gabriel did not understand.

The image again sighed harshly, unable to explain without sign language.

"If you live in a city with your face and body. You can be a model or a famous celebrity." murmured, greeted with a flick on the forehead by Citra.

"Why angry!?" snapped Gabriel, rubbing his numb forehead.

Bawdy guy!! I always dreamed that the first person to see my body was my husband. But even a rancid person like you. Citra muttered in her heart, looking back at the fire in the furnace.

"Cici, no matter how you look, you look beautiful." said Gabriel, his warm hands touching Citra's cheeks. Swiping it slowly, the dirty face began to look a little clean.

"Truly beautiful." she continued, smiling. For a moment the young man, averted his gaze, with a thumping heart.

"Ka.. you if cleaning yourself looks beautiful. Don't get me wrong I just don't want you to be humiliated like yesterday" he said.

His face was now greasy black, but why could my heart still not be conditioned huh... Gabriel was astonished at himself, palpating his strange thumping left chest.

The smiling image felt safe, following the desires of his heart. Somehow his fingers clasped Gabriel's hand tightly. As if getting protection.

'I will clean myself, if you can take care of me,' Citra's hand moved, saying something with her sign language.

"I don't understand sign language, what does it mean?" Gabriel knitted his forehead.

If not yes already. Started to rise from where they warmed themselves.

"Wait!!" Gabriel rose to draw the hand of Image. The young man, somehow got the courage from where. What is clear now is that this is what he wants to do.

That still dirty face, did not disgust him at all. The black eyeball that was behind it, seemed to drown itself.

Gabriel hugged Citra's body, holding the back of the girl's head, in order to be silent in her grip. Slowly close his lips, initially just a kiss.

The girl who felt the strange sensation was speechless, not responding or resisting. Gabriel looked back into his eyes.

He did not thrash in his heart, his feelings still palpitating dissatisfied. He closed his eyes again, feeling the lips of the girl who did not even respond to it.

Gabriel, who was also ordinary, simply followed the wishes of his heart, who was dissatisfied with a kiss as his first kiss.

His tongue, entering the lips of Citra, the stunned woman began to close her eyes. Whatisthis? It's repulsive. I wanted to stop him, but I couldn't... Gabriel what are you doing, why can't I fight back. he asked in his heart, still lay with the thing called kissing. The leaflets in his heart grew faster, as if demanding more, until finally Citra moved his tongue. Follow Gabriel's lip game.

"A. I like you, I like you" said the young man fluttering."I don't know what it is to fall in love!! I want to take care of you!!" snapped, restraining his embarrassment.

The words that made Citra melt, without Gabriel's cue again grabbed her lips. As if not satisfied with the first kiss like opium, which he had just felt.

Isn't it too fast? Is this feeling wrong? But I don't want to hold this, something that makes me feel comfortable... The image draped his hand on Gabriel's neck which was higher than his.

The water of jasmine decoction that had been steaming since earlier began to recede. The fragrance of jasmine that filled the room, smelled over time, like something charred.

***

He usually takes a midnight shower. Now after fertilizing and taking care of the vegetable crops behind his house, he returned to cleaning himself.

His clothes are still shabby, but his hair this time is neatly arranged. His face was clearer.

"That's fine," Gabriel turned his gaze with a red face.

Appreciable? If I dress up, I'm prettier than the artist on TV belonging to the village chief. Basic sucks!! If you have a child later.The curse in Citra's heart stopped, the woman rounded her eyes.

A. I liked it a little. He blatantly said he liked me. Then there is a possibility that his son will be my son, right?... May I curse my own future son.

"Let's go!!" Gabriel smiled, putting a tea basket on Citra's back.

Sometimes the young man joked, smiling as usual, at the girl who was unable to communicate with him. Happy in simplicity, sitting eating under a shady tree.

"I like you," sincerity appeared in Gabriel's countenance. An expression with sweet teary eyes, a small smile waiting for the still eating image.

This is!! Between love and compassion, ask for leftovers. I can't tell the difference... The image exhaled a rough breath, thrusting out the rest of his food.

"Thank you" Gabriel grabbed Citra's leftover food.

Don't know how to be ashamed, why would I like it? Why was I exposed to his persuasion.he murmured inwardly, observing the man who might have been his lover eating voraciously.

The food was barren, the young man drank the water they brought."I asked for a sweet dessert (dessert)." he said.

Dessert's? What is dessert? What kind of vegetable... Citra asked in her heart, until her aunt was again struck without warning. Slowly the girl closed her eyes, feeling the warmth of Gabriel's lips, tongues clinging to each other, exchanging saliva.

Is this what you call falling in love? I love this feeling.Gabriel's heart is pounding fast, constantly demanding comfort.

So this is called dessert? Kissing activity, with the inside of the lips touching each other. I will remember, the new term that Gabriel taught, so as not to be considered a village by him... The image continued to remember in his heart, the new lesson the illiterate girl received.

***

Day starts afternoon. As usual, Gabriel waited in front of the warehouse where he weighed the tea leaves. Exhaling a rough breath, hoping Citra is not insulted by people anymore because of her appearance.

The reason the girl did not clean herself when she came out of the house, was completely unknown to the young man. To this day, he will understand everything.

"Next..." Wijoyo said while taking notes. The middle-aged man, blinked his eyes.

"Dear pretty, what's her name?" her tanyanya approached about to tease a girl who might be the same age as her child.

The image moved his hand, speaking in sign language, 'Citra, the owner of the small garden behind the factory, please weigh in immediately,'

"Partner?" Wijoyo chuckled, "It turns out the Citra deck is pretty too huh? What if Lamar becomes the fourth wife. Later Tirta school in the city let me pay. The Citra Deck doesn't have to work." he said, touching the girl's chin.

'Sorry, I'm here just to sell tea leaves...' The image brushed off the hand of a man who might be his late father's age, moved his hand again, thrusting his basket.

"Dek Citra is angry? Because often I am angry, if you know there are village flowers as beautiful as this. Not gonna be grapein's brother..." Wijoyo grew bolder to tease in front of the crowd still queuing to sell at the flirtatious middleman.

The image stares cynically, 'If you don't want to buy the tea leaves I picked. Don't waste my time, ' he said in sign language.

"Quiet, because the Citra deck is beautiful, I weigh..." Wijoyo, staring at his men to immediately weigh the tea leaves of Citra. Then hand over the money double the price of tea.

"More, make the Citra deck buy clothes," he said, thrusting money, while stroking Citra's hand

Gabriel who was holding back his anger from earlier approached, brushed off the middle-aged man's hand. Then take the money they were supposed to get, return the rest of the more."This is enough for us,"

"That snot!! You who!?" Wijoyo.

"Husband candidate!!" gabriel answered, taking the empty baskets that Citra had brought. Then stared intently at the middle-aged man. Step away leaving the weighing spot.

Wijoyo smiled slightly, "Next." he said calling a queue of people who wanted to sell tea leaves.

***

Finally the weighing warehouse, as well as the tea leaf storage area was empty. From the hustle and bustle of people who want to sell tea leaves, or employees picking tea leaves in his garden. There was only Wijoyo with two employees.

"That snot!!" upset ass.

"Tomorrow morning, bring the mute here!! I'm waiting in the barn!! Then call the villagers here, spread the issue Citra seduces me!!" he gave the order.

"Ba..baik sir," answered one of his employees, full of doubt and guilt.

"Just forcing girls can't yell hook up once, is it hard? After this, stay a holiday, hold a wedding with a beautiful new young wife..." Wijoyo smiled, imagining a smooth white skin, a shady face, and the makeup of the girl he intended to make his fourth wife.

Like a ferocious tiger, which was lurking, the little rabbit was helpless.

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