Young Miss Assistant
Robbery

It was getting cold, the sun was about to set. Ruddy rays that radiate over the expanse of tea gardens, appear to fade dim. Seiiring with the journey of a pair of young mudi.

Hand in hand towards the small house that contains only two rooms. Some of the village youth flirted with whistling, or greeting the girl who was initially ignored by everyone.

"Tomorrow finished cooking and take care of the vegetable fields behind the house no longer need to bathe. If necessary I will help you get closer..." Gabriel knitted his forehead annoyed with the actions of the youths teasing the girl who seemed to have officially become his lover.

The image exhaled a rough breath staring intently. It is not you who told me to clean up, so as not to insult others. Said guarding? Just one day had given up.

"Don't look at me like that," Gabriel smiled ruffling his hair Anxious image.

The ringing of crickets rang out, the warm food was already in session. The image began to sit, with half-dry hair.

Gabriel bowed down to swallow his saliva, living together close to the woman he loved was the toughest temptation for him. Moreover, the ugly caterpillar he loved, turned out to be a beautiful butterfly.

If by becoming a caterpillar Gabriel's heart has been destroyed, especially with the form of a butterfly. Simple clothes, but the wearer looks beautiful, white neck and shoulder skin. Tempting anyone a normal man, to smudge with his lip-stamp.

The young man's hand trembled again, a professional love player? No, Gabriel never even had a lover."I'll just eat in the goat cage!!" he said, taking rice with trembling hands. Even the spoon fell.

The image exhaled a rough breath, grabbing Gabriel's fingers, helping him pick up rice and vegetables. However, the fingers of the delicate hand, made the young man look at Citra more closely.

What another temptation is this!! I wanted to bite him, pouncing on him mercilessly.

"I'm not feeling well!!" he said quickly, running out of the house without taking any food.

She why... The image again muttered in his heart.

***

Gabriel sat in a clean goat stable covered in carpet, clutching his chest that was pounding erratically. Little by little, the sanity of his mind returned, his hands did not tremble anymore.

"If I don't see it, I miss seeing it. If it's nearby, I want to guess it," Gabriel ruffled his hair in frustration.

Until, something averted his eyes, Citra approached with a plate of rice wrapped in spinach and tofu.

Just the soap, the fragrant aroma of soap and cheap shampoos that even Gabriel also used to smell. As Citra grew closer, she offered Gabriel a plate of food.

"I..this is for me?" tanyakanya.

Citra nodded, then sat down beside Gabriel, about to wait for the young man to eat.

Gabriel quickly ate, so that the temptation beside him would immediately step aside. Until, fingers are smooth, touching the lower side of the lips of the young man who is too normal if close to Citra, wiping the rice that is accidentally attached.

An adorable smile was engraved on the girl's face. Gabriel repeatedly swallowed his saliva, stopping his eating activity.

No doubt, this time he had trouble holding himself back. Without warning, grabbing lips that are like drugs for him. Sip it slowly, indeed in the middle of a narrow place with minimal illumination.

The image rounded its eyes in surprise, starting to reply slowly. However, Gabriel is increasingly demanding that he may be entangled in his increasingly heated desires. Image's body laid on the carpet, began to be overlaid without stopping the link of his lips.

His hand crept in her lover's clothes, until her sanity returned. First night in a former goat stable? Even giving up my virginity before marriage? I must be crazy...

Gabriel released the link of his lips with an irregular breath, deadly holding himself back who for the first time, fell in love and desired for women.

"I'll go for a second...!!" he said he rose from the top of the body Citra. Running quickly somewhere, occasionally glancing back.

The image was stunned silent, then came running away into the house. Closing the door to his room, what was that? He intends to do... Why don't I fight...

The image ruffled her hair, cursing her stupidity. Which almost got carried away. Although not so knowing, but there are some scenes of TV movies that are censored, when he used to watch with his friends at the house of the Village Chief. And that hot cut scene, similar to the thing he did with Gabriel today.

A man kisses a woman, then breaks her down.

***

The day started early but still too dark, the newly awakened image at 04:30 blinked its eyes, preparing to pluck jasmine flowers in its front yard to make tea, a cold morning warmer. His eyes slightly glanced towards the goat cage, then flowed his gaze with a red met face, recalling the incident last night.

The girl was still crouching, until suddenly two pairs of legs were seen before her. Image loosened his head, seen two workers at the weighing tea leaves.

"Sorry father, you better agree to be the fourth wife of Wijoyo sir" she told the girl who could not speak at all. Hoping to convince Citra, so that her employer does not need to embarrass the girl's name just to marry her.

The image began to rise, shaking its head. The two men who were old sighed violently, forcibly pulling Citra, through the plantation road so as not to cross paths with other villagers.

Gabriel!! Help me, you said you would protect me, right, he murmured while shedding tears, trying to thrash. Glanced at the former goat pen, hoping that the young man would come out.

However, not being able to speak was the biggest weakness of his life. How to ask for help? If the crying, or the laughter is not heard. How to explain what to do when humiliated? Can only bow in silence, trying to thrash. He shook off the hands of two men stronger than him.

Liar.. his curse in the heart, when thrown into the warehouse.

The lights dim, on a cold morning in a scanty-lit shed. The middle-aged man stood before him,"Go!! Lock the door from the outside!! Spread the news so that about an hour more villagers come here," he said with a smile.

The two people who dragged Citra down bowed glanced guiltily. Sacrificing the chastity of a girl who knows nothing, only to be able to keep working for Wijoyo, to support their wife and children at home.

The two people, immediately went the door of the warehouse began to close locked from the outside. The image cried, knowing what was about to happen, ran towards the big door knocking, without being able to scream for help.

"Picture Scene, this is consequently too arrogant? You have to use rough things, right?" Wijoyo walked over, about to hug her from behind.

Her body was trembling in fear, the girl was crying out loud, unable to make a sound. Brushed off the already wrinkled hands of men.

"Relax, it will hurt at first. The Citra Deck is calm, Brother will slowly." he said again trying to touch Citra.

The girl was constantly banging on the iron door. I hope someone will help him. But expectations are very slim indeed, given the time that still shows at 5 a.m.

Looking at the image that does not want to face him. The three-wife man did not lose his mind. Long hand t-shirt made from shabby spandex which is already fragile because it has been used too often it is torn from behind. Until that smooth white back is visible.

The image banged on the door, getting louder, full of despair. Please, he said softly with a voice that could not come out, continuously releasing his tears. Disgusted with the old hands that kept on his feet swayed his stomach. Then kiss his back.

Gabriel you're a liar!! I shouldn't have trusted you. she murmured inwardly, not wanting to turn around, not wanting to see the man trying to touch her.

Until, the sound of a punch was heard. Wijoyo collapsed with a single blow, unconscious. Gabriel's face looked wrathful, kicking the three-wife man's chest many times. Pulling hair, dragging it close to the wall, banging the head of an unconscious man.

Gabriel's cold face seemed to smile, grabbing a stick of wood about to hit the middle-aged man's body. However, the hand of a girl stretched out hugged him while crying. Not wanting to see Gabriel in his wrath.

"Sorry..." Gabriel dropped a piece of wood in his hand. Turning around hugging Citra tightly full of guilt.

Sorry to doubt you. Citra muttered, still sobbing silently in Gabriel's warm embrace.

The young man, letting go of his embrace, put his sweater on his lover. He still wears a shirt inside."Don't cry anymore" she said lovingly, gently rubbing Citra's tears

***

The warehouse is still locked, Gabriel exhaled a coarse breath. Confused what to do to the unconscious middle-aged man.

Until, a crazy idea pops up, "Cici.

Gabriel, begins stripping Wijoyo's unconscious body and drags him down. Slowly stacking the wooden box, up the stack of wooden boxes that are quite high. Slightly smiling, threw the bare-bones Wijoyo into a stretch of tea plants, behind a weighing stand, as well as a warehouse.

His body did not hit the ground directly, held back by the tea plant.

One by one the wooden boxes were placed back in the original place.

"Now open your eyes." Gabriel said with a smile.

The image opens his eyes, stares at a pile of menswear, even has a wallet and ****** *****. Gabriel searched for matches, picked up dried tea leaves, then burned Wijoyo's clothes complete with purses, underwear, even money, into their warming bonfire in a cold locked warehouse.

The image glanced at Gabriel full of questions in his mind, quietly sitting both warmed up.

"Why? Want to ask how can I get in?" he said, answered with a nod by Citra.

"I didn't come home last night. To be honest I always have bad intentions for you" Gabriel smiled, glancing at the guilt-ridden image. While scratching his head that does not itch.

The image did not bulge, looking at Gabriel seriously as if waiting for an explanation.

"In this village I've only been to Cici's house, and the tea house. So all night I slept here before the barn was abandoned by its guards. Thank goodness my Cici was smart enough to make a noise so I could wake up in time." she said, smiling ruffled Citra's hair.

'I love you...' The image moves his hand, speaking sign language, a sign sentence that perhaps everyone can understand.

"Me too..." Gabriel, clutching back the warm body of his lover.

The image let go of his embrace, glancing towards the door of the warehouse, anxiously. Knowing the villagers might be coming soon.

What would happen to Gabriel if he were caught beating Mr. Wijoyo? He asked in his heart, as if not thinking of his honor and good name. Because rumored to tease the rich middleman, married three it.

Gabriel exhaled a rough breath, "You're worried? If you're anxious, your job is to nod in agreement with all my words" he said.

The image nodded sign in agreement.

"One more time, we have to get rid of this ash immediately" he continued, starting to get up to take a broomstick, about to clean the ash, from Wijoyo's clothes.

***

Teng..teng...

Sound of iron door padlock...

The barn door made of iron opened, the image that curled up pretended to be asleep. With Gabriel nearby also closed his eyes, pretending to still be asleep.

"Eh, mute bitch!!" a young woman who is the second wife of Wijoyo pulls Citra's hair pretending to be asleep.

The girl began to sit on the floor as if she was about to wake up. Gabriel, who also pretended to be asleep, opened his eyes.

"What's up...?" the young man asked as he yawned, as if his consciousness from dreamland had just recovered.

"Where's my husband!?" tanyanya.

Gabriel glanced towards Citra, as if the two of them understood nothing."We wanted to pick up what was left behind last night, and it was accidentally locked here. We did not meet anyone" Gabriel said, staring at the crowd of villagers who had just arrived.

"But Mr. Paijo said, seeing Citra teasing my husband and bringing him here.." Wijoyo's first wife was upset, in disbelief, began to search the contents of the vast warehouse with the high walls and windows. And of course the result is nil.

"Where is my husband?" ask the first wife to yell. Meanwhile, the villagers who witnessed everything can only be silent still listening.

"No idea, obviously from last night we were locked in here. The key is only held by the warehouse guard, right? That's why we can't get out. After all, I will not let my future wife approach or sleep with another man." a reasonable answer came out of Gabriel's mouth.

Until, an irritated shriek rang out, a round naked man with many wounds, covered the body parts on his quadriceps and buttocks with a branch of the tea plant. Until only something that is often called a bird, is not visible.

"Bad bastard!! How dare you beat me!!" he said snarling through the crowd. Forgetting his shame.

Gabriel and the other villagers were dead and held back their laughter. There was even one of the residents gave her scabbard to Mr. Wijoyo so as not to look too sensual.

Wijoyo immediately put on the scabbard, still bare-chested in a state of great anger.

"You dare to beat me up!?" he said back to snarling.

"Wait a minute, I have an alibi and a witness. While you have no proof." Gabriel replied like a good lawyer.

"Sir who has the keys to this barn?" ask him to the warehouse guard.

"Ha.. only me, if Mr. Wijoyo wants to go to the new warehouse to ask me," he replied in response to answer honestly, despite knowing the plans of the middle-aged man, who wants to do pervert.

"The father got a bump wound on the head and some bruises, with no clothes or valuables. Like a robbery victim..." Gabriel glanced slightly, changing the assumption of residents who began to whisper whisper about the security of their village which is indeed low.

"You hit me, I remember!! My clothes and wallet you must be hiding!!" he said firmly, with full conviction.

"Please search..." Gabriel smiled, letting the citizens in check.

Some time, the villagers came out, "Nothing.." said one resident.

"Logically, we were locked in a shed all night without being able to get out. Is that right, Cici?" gabriel asked, answered with a nod by the girl, just like his lover had ordered.

"Then you just woke up when the people came, right Cici?"Gabriel again asked, answered with a nod without hesitation by the girl.

"When did I get to meet you? Maybe your head was hit when it was robbed. So that it became confused." words like a high-paid lawyer came out of Gabriel's mouth, reassuring everyone.

"But, Citra teased me to the warehouse, and then we did. You hit me and threw me behind the barn!!" dustiness.

Did what!? You old rascal, you only had time to tear his clothes. Luckily I slept and was locked in here from last night... Gabriel kept smiling holding back his frustration.

"Sorry, yesterday did you not refuse Mr. Wijoyo to be his fourth wife in public? It can't be tempting, right?" gabriel asked Citra, responded with a nod by the girl.

"You were in this barn all night with me, right?" he asked back to Citra, Citra just nodded back.

"The only way out of the shed other than the door was, a small, two-meter-high window. And I'm not a glassy Gatot, who can fly past, then drop Mr. Wijoyo behind the warehouse and then come back in" Gabriel's statement was responded back with a nod without hesitation by Citra. Convincing the citizens, about the statement of the rich middleman, does not fit the logic.

"Sir Wijoyo is not in the sheath!?" Gabriel asked again, Imagra spontaneously nodded, convinced by her lover's lie.

"So, you're going to marry me for being accidentally locked in a warehouse all night with me right!?" ask again. The image nodded without hesitation.

A moment later rounded his eyes, staring at Gabriel, who was smiling happily. With the success of his trap.

Mm ... Be married? I didn't listen wrong? Why am I nodding without hesitation ... Citra's face instantly turned deathly pale, hearing the words of the marriage she agreed to easily.

Apply in a unique way, which is unlikely to fail...I'm too anxious not to gnaw, tonight he won't be a dessert anymore. Except the main dish... Gabriel laughed happily in his heart, not wanting to hold back any longer, to stay untied with the first girl who stole his heart.

Seriate