The Virgin Girl Belongs to the Master
Incandescent plus-plus.

"Miss Naya please don't do this. Will Young Master be angry?" mala. He seemed restless to see Naya who was flipping through the rice in the frying pan.

"If Miss wants to let me make it," continued Mala again.

However, Naya remained engrossed, her eyes sparkling to see the fried rice petai terasi ala-ala he that tastes must have been unusually spicy because many pieces of cayenne pepper there.

"Finish. It's been Ma'am. So there is no need to panic on his face" said Naya. He poured the rice into the dish and sat down on the dining table chair. "Wouldn't you want to taste?" ask again while lifting the plate.

Mala shakes. He was somewhat astonished by Naya's taste. Hasn't it always been served with expensive wisdom food? Then why when eating fried rice his eyes sparkle?

"Don't you really want to taste?" ask Naya again. He started to feed the rice into his mouth.

"I don't eat petai, Non."

Naya. "And you?" ask Naya again to the domestic assistants who are behind Mala. Surprisingly they—which consists of dozens of people—m drowning simultaneously.

"Yes, I ate by myself" continued Naya.

Silent. Nothing was heard but the sound of spoons and dishes. Months of living in Mike's house and following the man's rules and wishes make Naya dying. Anything all-round can't. Moving a little glared at. Want this it's always wanderlust. Although not chained up, he felt imprisoned there. Stay hungry when good food enters the stomach. Bizarrely.

Without anyone realizing it turns out Mike is approaching towards them. Mala who saw Mike's presence immediately lowered her head in disdain as she said, "Welcome, Sir."

Just so Naya choked. He serobot water and drink it to the end.Self-weakness when chili is not easy. He stood up and looked down hard at Mike.

"What are you eating?" ask Mike. His voice sounds heavy.

"Look sir, Miss Naya ...."

Oral Mala paused because Mike raised his hand. The man's eyes wrapped in a suit was fixed to see Naya who looked down. He also saw that there was a spoonful of rice on the plate.

"You cook?" ask Mike again.

Silence, Naya did not say.

"Is the cook's cooking in this house bad?" ask Mike again. Now it sounds so stressful. Naya, Mala and everyone there are getting clueless about what to say. The atmosphere changed drastically.

"Mala, then pe—" Mike's words hang as Naya quickly dissipates into his arms. He looked at Naya. Can't believe the girl took the initiative first.

"sorry. I don't mean. Don't fire the chef. I just miss my own cooking" Naya said, her lips twitching. He understood very well, the speech of Mike who paused earlier would surely fire the workers who were responsible.

"Can't I eat my own food?" ask Naya. He looked up and saw Mike's sour face.

While Mike, he who saw the brave fear face that Naya showed became anxious himself. The view makes tired because all day work so evaporate just like that. He ruffled Naya's bangs and replied, "Of course, but not too often. Your skin will burn. I don't want that."

Naya's smile was created. He was relieved, initially very afraid Mike would get angry and fire anyone. Luckily, that fear did not come true.

However, Naya's smile disappears when she sees Mike's virtual highlight that is back different. The man landed his hand and touched his lips.

"Later a pijitin yes. I'm so tired today."

Naya gulps. Seeing that Mike became anxious and went back to ruffling the girl's hair. "Don't be late."

"Lord. There is a map" Mala said.

"Then why? If Naya likes it, it's good."

Mike smiled at jail. He approached Naya again. "Taste you good. I want this for dinner."

"Okay sir, I'll have our chef make ...."

Mala's words paused as Mike raised his hand again. He still looked at Naya without a care whatsoever. "I want Naya to cook. You guys don't have anyone helping him."

All speechless. Mike also nodded. He lifted Naya's chin until their eyes came together. "Can, right?"

Naya nodded. Mike smiled again and ruffled the girl's hair. "Good girl. Cook it good. Anterin to the room. I'm tired."

After Mike's death everyone returns to their respective activities. Only Mala was still standing next to Naya. However, when the last process suddenly the woman's phone rang.

"Miss, I stay first huh."

"Yes mbak. It's not okay. Just gonna be done."

"Yeah, I almost forgot. Young master Mike is allergic to pepper. So don't add pepper, yeah."

"Yes, Mother. I don't like pepper either."

Not long after the fried rice petai the second volume. Naya's smile was etched beautifully. I really hope Mike likes it.

Find a face, huh?

Sure didn't. He just wants Mike to be nice and stop making it a heart spot by acting perverted.

Remembering that Naya so shuddered, her blood rustled. He remembered how badly Mike tortured his body last night under the pretext of punishment. The financial red mark is still there. Still stuck in the neck and chest. Mike was really wild to feel and press his body as if he was holding clay.

"Evil," he was annoyed. She turned around to keep her plate on the table, but nodded in surprise when she saw that Dina was already behind her. The girl was wiping the spoon with a napkin.

"You looking for face?" Dina. He smiled cynically.

Naya who had understood Dina's habits just snorted. He approached without saying, then grabbed the spoon that was in the girl's hand.

"It's none of your business" Naya replied no less fiercely.

Dina chuckles and then scatters. "Are you sure you can take his heart with just that cheap plate of fried rice?"

Naya's eyes narrowed. He looked at Dina who was grinning, then left just like that. He has no intention of retaliating.

After Naya's death, Dina's smile was engraved horribly. In his hand was already a bottle of pepper that he had sprinkled onto the spoon. He just cleaned his tank.

"Basic fool. Let's see who wins."