The Virgin Girl Belongs to the Master
Ken Kangen.

Like being chased by a demon, Naya kept running without looking back. He continued down the hospital hallway, passing through the patients and doctors regardless of their views. For him this is the last chance. Mike's out of the country and Jordan's not with him.

Naya finally arrived in front. His smile was created perfectly despite the gasping breath. Hope to see Ken is still a while away. He kept running and decided to stop the taxi.

However, without him knowing it turns out there is a car that appears from the side. The sound of the horn echoed to provoke the curiosity of everyone who was there.

While Naya, of course, was shocked. He closes his ears and eyes spontaneously.

"Woi! Look out, dong!" aspersion of the rider.

Naya who had just come to terms with the situation immediately pulled over. His face was even pale, cold sweat was also pouring out. So afraid he did not dare to look at the man in the car. He wants to stay the wrong himself anyway.

So, for the sake of safety and smoothness in order to meet Ken, the girl simply nodded and apologized many times. Really, he almost lost his heartbeat because of the horn earlier.

"The eye is dipake! Don't be a show! How, anyway? Don't mind this in the hospital environment you're so alone" the man scolded again. He stared at Naya snidely from the half-opened car window, then viciously spit in front of Naya and almost hit the leg.

"Basic crazy woman!" continued again. He drove the car out of there.

After the man died Naya immediately crouched down. The body was trembling violently. He was completely unable to, it felt like the energy had drained out.

However, Naya's resolve was already round. He's eager to see Ken one last time.

Taking a deep breath, Naya stood up. But suddenly there was a man standing in the way. Naya who was startled reflex dodged and ended up crashing backwards.

Sick? That's vivid. The buttocks already feel numb and the palms are sore because they are scratched. Surprisingly when he looked up the pain groan was immediately gone by changing with lips that clenched with a subtle vibration.

"p-sir J-jordan?" naya said, he was laid out with perfectly rounded eyeballs. Surprised he didn't even fight back when Jordan helped him up and cleaned his slightly dirty clothes.

"Where's the hell is she going?" ask Jordan.

Naya fell silent. He died and died everything. Jordan is a loyal follower of Mike. What would happen if the man complained and said everything?

'It's over. End me this time, ' Inner Naya. He's starting to fret.

"Is there anything you want Miss to buy?" ask Jordan again. His voice sounds flat. Somehow dealing with Jordan this time made him feel like he was dealing with Mike. He clenched both hands. His eyes even began to glaze over without being able to be held back.

The sound of the horn from behind broke Naya's speech. Soon the two look back and find a familiar silver-colored sedan car. Inside was Mala sitting behind the wheel.

"Mr Mala ...." Naya's eyes glared at that. Mala even looked at him without the slightest expression. Wasn't that woman angry?

"Come Miss Naya. I'm inter. Mala's been waiting" Jordan said politely. He helps Naya get to the car and opens the door for her.

To Naya, the girl was like a cow that had been plugged in her nose. He just let go and cried in silence along the way. His eyes are swollen to see the state of the highway that is still the same— solid and jammed.

I don't know, the stiff human duo—Jordan and Mala—that's not saying at all. Not scolding, advising or anything else. The two humans treated themselves as normal, as if nothing had happened and remained polite. Surprisingly, not a single chatter came out of their lips.

Suddenly Naya took a deep breath. Mala who was driving glanced at him at a glance then gave Jordan a code to get closer. They whispered to each other.

"Are you going to talk to him?"

The question suddenly broke Naya's silence. However, no one answered to make Naya feel hopeless and tormented. He wiped away the tears and saw the heads of Jordan and Mala.

"I have no thoughts of escaping. I just want to meet someone. I'll see you back again. Really, I swear," explained Naya with a slightly stirring voice and emotion.

Surprisingly, again Naya's speech was not responded to by the two people.

"I know what a human being like Young Master Mike is. So I don't have the guts to run. Just Mr. .. I really want to see someone one last time. What impossible? Can't really?" lirih Naya's.

This time Naya could not hide her sadness. He sobbed violently as he covered his face with both hands and lamented the miserable misfortune.

The vow. It felt like he was in a revolt against fate and circumstances that seemed to give him hope. However, fate also makes happiness and hope disappear in an instant. All that remains is despair.

Naya kept crying. He lowered his head until Jordan's voice was startled.

"Our number has arrived" Mala said.

Naya stopped the crying. He straightened his face and looked around. Suddenly his eyes were so round. "Sir Jordan. Why are we here?"