The Virgin Girl Belongs to the Master
Tea box

"I didn't know that our dramatic encounter ended in a matter of minutes" Kristian said. He said as he untied Naya's hand. Then, with a perverted look of eyes scanned the girl's face. "But it's okay. I hope there's a next chance. And I'm sure, we can definitely do something that's bound to get you hooked."

Naya glares. He is young, but young doesn't mean he knows nothing. He understood the direction of the Christian ramblings and spontaneously raised a hand.

However, unfortunately the blow was not realized because Kristian was deflected, then defiantly kissed his cheek.

Naya. He drew as hard as the hand held by Christian, but again lost strength. With a single jolt Naya had already fallen to the ground.

"Be careful, Beautiful. See you next time," said Kristian, he blinked and closed the car door.

It didn't take long, the car stayed away. Now there is Naya who is holding back feelings, between fear, anger and gratitude simultaneously. That feeling is one. Suddenly he missed Ken.

Silence, up to two minutes passed in vain.

Naya continued to hug her knees and let the tears drip down one drop at a time. Totally in disbelief within a week he had experienced gripping things twice. Worse with the same culprit.

In such circumstances he really missed his childhood. Time of lack of money but always get affection and protection.

Suddenly accidentally the eyes that have been damp on the figure of a savior who was busy smoking not far from him sat down. Quickly he removed the trace of sadness and intended to say thank you. After all, the man was the savior at the last second.

Gegas Naya stood up and approached Sean. However, as their distance was close, Naya realized something. He even rubbed his eyes many times. As if to make sure that his sense of vision is still functioning normally.

'True, I didn't see it wrong, ' Naya's inner. He looked at Sean.

"You're that box tea guy, aren't you, huh?" terka Naya enthusiastic.

"Cowok tea?" repeated Sean, and in a moment he gave a loud laugh. Cigarettes on your hands even come off.

Really, he couldn't resist the invisible tickle. Naya's words just made her forget that they had been in a dangerous situation.

"Why?" ask Naya. "Why laugh? Is something funny?"

"Cowok tea huh? Hmm .. pretty funny call it. Sounds unique" Sean said. He returned the trouble of arranging the expression.

Naya did not respond, she was busy cleaning the dust on her hands and clothes and withstanding the pain in her palms.

"Oh yeah, are you okay?" continued Sean. She scanned Naya's body from her legs to her head. "You're not hurt, are you?"

Naya shook her head, her eyes that were reddened from crying gnawed many times. With a smile on his lips he replied, "No, nothing. Just a little scuff."

Then, showing his scratched palm.

Without saying Sean was headed for the car, he came carrying a P3K box in hand. "Here's your hand, let's treat it first."

"Emb." Naya nodded steadily. He let Sean clean the wound and gave him a star-studded plaster.

"Small little wounds. But I'm sure it must be uncomfortable. Hold it a few days later it will heal itself," said Sean. He then turned to the car.

Meanwhile, Naya, who has not said thank you, follows Sean until he subconsciously hits the man's back.

"Why?" sean asked, his eyebrows going up and down. Naya's timid look on her face was quite adorable to her.

"I just wanted to say thank you. You want to nolongin, otherwise you might ...."

"Udah, don't hesitate, I was going to teach them a lesson. They almost grazed my car. Can be chafed if scuffed. This car is expensive, you know. I've been cleaning services for years to buy this car."

"Seriously?" tanya Naya shouted a little. Because as hard as he thought, it would not be possible for a cleaning service to buy such a luxury car.

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