The Virgin Girl Belongs to the Master
Chafing.

Minutes by minutes passed. Not even the night was approaching. Naya who was full of fried rice ala-ala was lying on the bed while staring at the ceiling of the room that was bone white.

The memories of the grandmother were clear. He has been struggling for the past two days. A shadow that makes the water in the eye pelupukan that had been jostling for release could not he bear.

Finally in a matter of seconds, the water that originally dripped drop by speck became numerous and tributary without being able to cross Naya.

"Grandma .. What should I do? Help me, Grandma. I don't want to be here. I'm going home ...."

The clock has shown twelve o'clock at night. Unfortunately there was no sign of Ken. Naya who was alone in the big apartment was starting to fret. Back and forth he arranged the position to be able to fall asleep. However, nil. The eyes are difficult to close until the sound of the door creaking makes it reflex to close the body with a blanket, then close the eyes tightly.

Dup-dup-dup-dup.

The feet are getting closer. Naya who pegged in the blanket tried to calm the heart that felt like a horse race. He hoped Ken wasn't reckless. Ken is still a grown man.

'Oh my God, don't let him mess around, ' her inner self.

"Miss, are you asleep?"

Ken's low voice made Naya even more frightened. He remained curled under the blanket as he chanted a prayer. Indeed, even though he was young he understood very well what consequences to face if living in a house with a grown man.

Not long after Ken's disappointed breath was heard. Somehow Naya who was behind the blanket wanted to say that she did not sleep. The body is frozen without being resisted. As a result, Naya can only stay still and surrender in her stuffy blanket while hoping Ken quickly leaves.

But again, hope is not in accordance with reality. Naya felt the blanket covering her legs slowly blur. Naya's response was of course like any other normal girl. He immediately rushed to sit down and pulled the already exposed leg. He looked at Ken.

"Sir Ken what do you want? Don't fuck around, or I'll be teri—"

Not yet finished shouting, suddenly Naya covered her mouth with her hands. The eyes that had been staring cynically became wide-eyed in an instant. A second later he was embarrassed. It turns out that what he had in mind strayed far from reality. Ken didn't mean to be brash, the man just wanted to treat the wound on his leg. There is a P3K box at the end of the bed.

"Please don't misunderstand me. I just want to treat Miss's wound," said Ken who looked a little awkward.

Yeah, that rare expression made Naya flutter. It turned out that Ken's face could also display other expressions besides being flat. Suddenly she felt embarrassed and funny.

"I'm sorry. Please don't think about it" continued Ken again.

Naya budging. He was too embarrassed to reply to Ken. His self-esteem feels smeared. He felt himself thinking dirty.

"Miss ... Miss Naya, can I treat the wound?" ask Ken again.

Without answering, Naya stuck out her leg and let Ken hold me and treat. The misunderstanding that ended up snapping earlier had really embarrassed him. The feeling of the cheek skin begins to throb the flowers deflated. He is even sincere if swallowed by the earth or kicked out of the planet.

"Miss ...."

"Huh? Yes, brother, why?" asked Naya back after successfully accumulating confidence that had floated. He already looks like a dazed person. Ken wondered what the girl was thinking.

"I'm done."

Ken's short speech again made Naya misbehave. He pulled his leg and began to sit cross-legged. Hesitatingly he raised his head to look at Ken who was already standing.

"Thank you, sister," said Naya who was barely heard.

Ken pulled next to his lips, unfortunately the rare sight was not caught by Netra Naya because the girl looked down again.

Clutching tightly onto the stalk of the P3K box, Ken said, "Then I say goodbye. Good night."

***

Next day.

Naya felt something strange, her eyes seemed to be filled with such a dazzling light. Several times he rubbed his hands just to make sure that his sense of sight was still functioning normally. Honey, the light is still there and like reluctant to turn away from the body of Ken who was busy cooking in the kitchen set.

As a person, Naya smiled again for no reason. Hornets in the chest began to act, so different from the usual rhythm.

"Miss is awake?"

Ken's heavy voice jolted, the girl almost fell if there was no table nearby.

"Already, Brother," Naya replied stammered as she held tightly to the edge of the table.

Ken didn't say anymore. He refocused on arranging the spaghetti on the plate and approached Naya who stood sculpting.

"We're breakfast. I hope Miss likes it," said Ken as he thrust out the plate.

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