The Virgin Girl Belongs to the Master
Kesumat grudge.

"What's? He's in Banten?" said Ken. His hand is holding a cell phone.

"Yes already. Thanks, Sean. I'm not going there," continued Ken again. He ran towards the parking lot. Luckily Burhan's seizure was not serious. So he can catch up with Naya. In the heart of the man who turned 31 years old it was so flowering. He was already impatient to meet Naya.

However, Ken's steps came to a halt as someone called out to him from behind. Reflexes, Ken flipped. A distended old man approached. He was accompanied by a beautiful woman dressed neatly.

"Sir Broto" said Ken. From the face it was certain that he was surprised.

"I never thought we'd see each other again" said Broto. He looks around. "By the way, why are you here?"

"I ...."

"Oh yes, I forgot. That bastard Burhan is being treated, right? So how's it going? Is he dead?"

"Sir Broto, please take care of your conversation" Ken said. He's getting pissed. His jaw hardened but tried not to make a mistake.

"Well, am I wrong? He has been sick for a long time. I thought he was dead."

"Boss, this is a public place." The whisper of a successful secretary girl makes Broto quiet. He fixed his tie, then cleared his throat.

"So where do you work now?" continued Broto.

Ken's speechless. He hasn't thought about it since he recovered from his injury.

"Do you know that Burhan's company is under my control?"

Ken remained silent. He already knows everything. There is no hope for that company. Too much debt. Luckily, Mike was taken care of before the shooting happened. So the staff and employees can still work there despite the different owners and names.

"If you want, you can work with me. I'll pay you bigger than Burhan. How's it?" bargain Broto again while twisting the mustache.

However, Ken remained silent. He knows Broto's temperament. The more against the old man the happier.

"I'll give you ease. Just so you're gonna crawl and kiss my feet. How's it?"

"Boss ...." This time the secretary's brief call was not heeded by Broto. He kept a haughty face in front of Ken.

"Why? Not crawling? Or because the salary is less? Come on, don't be a hypocrite. You need work, you need money to get on with life. You will not be full if you only rely on loyalty. Do you not feel like your life is in vain? You're too royal on that badjok."

"Sir Boss, isn't Mr Boss outrageous?" whispered the secretary again. He fixed his glasses and looked around. They had become the point of view of people when arguing with Ken earlier.

But Broto doesn't care. He kept walking like there was nothing. All that was seen on his face was a tinge of annoyance.

"You know nothing. Ken, that pretentious assistant already humiliated me to defend his boss that jerk. I remember very well, they embarrassed me in front of other businessmen at the wedding of a minister's son. I am everyone's laughingstock. So I will never be satisfied to disturb Burhan or the boy" Broto said.

"But Mr. Boss, looking at Ken's assistant it's similar to Mr. Boss."

Instantly Broto's steps stopped. He looked at the secretary who looked grim.

"Don't make things up. Even if it's true that Ken's assistant is my son. I still won't accept it. Because of what, because he's been in contact with Burhan."

The secretary was silent. He followed Broto's broad steps. It seems that a visit to the hospital that was originally only to visit the sick was the beginning of the boss' disease.

***

After traveling for several hours, Ken finally arrived to where Naya was staying. With a bouquet of roses, the man with a height of 180 cm and casual clothes entered the fenced house. A beautiful house with many ornamental plants. Not only that, the gust of beach wind adds to the existing comfort.

"May she like it" Ken muttered after smelling the fragrance of the flowers he was carrying. Smile impaled. He rolled his eyes around. The situation was a bit quiet because it was already late at night.

But the figure of a car man across from Naya's house made her suspicious. Gegas Ken chased, but still lost. The masked man had sped up with the vehicle.

Suddenly bad thoughts strike Ken. Naya, yes Naya. Ken was so worried about the girl. He strongly gedor the door of Naya's house while calling her name.

Before long the door creaked. It was Naya who opened the door. The girl wore pajamas and stared with astonished eyes.

"Sister Ken. Ken why are you here? Brother Ken tau from ma—"

Naya's oral hangs because Ken first grabbed her body.

"You're okay, right? Why don't you go tell me? I'm worried, Nay. I'm ...."

Now it's Ken's unresolved oral turn. How not, the girl being hugged has weakened and degenerated. Lucky Ken swiftly grabbed him.

"Nadia, Nay. You why? Nayya! Wake Naya!"