Buying My Maid's womb
Prince Bungsu

The rain outside fell along with the footsteps of Bening also Asih towards a spacious room with many paintings. I don't know if there's this room. A place quite far from the main house, passing through a long and dark hallway. The finished and unfinished painting just plastered. I don't know who the painters are, obviously the paintings are very beautiful.

The handsome man of the youngest son, Madam Rahma and Mr. Wibowo, looked at Asih and then a moment later he looked at Bening for quite a long time. Like he was remembering, but then his face came back fierce.

"You two have nothing to do but fight?" ask without a smile at all.

"He started first, Mr. Gara." Asih said quickly while pointing at Bening who was just silent not defending himself.

"really? The one who looks looking for you is precisely you." The young master said casually as he looked at the sharp Asih making the girl's guts shrink instantly.

"Yes, Sir. He grabbed my hair for the first time. I'm just defending myself." He is still trying to defend himself by giving false statements.

Clear looking, clearly it was slander. However, Bening remained silent, only shaking little at Asih. He looked back to the front. It turned out that his gaze and the young master had met instead. Bening immediately lowered his face.

"You, why not defend yourself?" asked the young master staring at Bening.

Bening Re-raised his face. "There's nothing I need to defend, sir. No witness saw the quarrel."

The young master smiled faintly hearing Bening's reply. In fact, he could already judge that here, the guilty one was clearly Asih. He wanted to see how far his mother's servants had defended themselves. However, he actually saw something else from the figure of the new assistant, his calm attitude hinted at resignation as well as self-defense without having to hold a vein with Asih in front of him. What an elegant way.

"You, Asih, get out of here. Once again I see you're looking for another act with the new servants in this house, I'm sure you won't be working here."

Asih. He clenched his hands but could not vent his current annoyance.

"Good, Sir. I'm back." He stepped out after briefly turning to stare at Bening who ignored his threatening gaze.

Right now, there's Bening and the young master. Bening was still lowered, not daring to look at the young master who was trying to remember where he had seen him before.

"Beep, sir."

"Related? What a good name. I'm like a stranger, like I've seen you at a glance."

Bening raised his face, it turned out that he had one thought with the young master. The young master stared intensely at Bening. Beautiful face without a sweep of thick make up, a shady and soothing eye gaze. The girl was in bloom at the age of only seventeen. The young blood of the God Anggara rippled at the current Bening. Although he was still acting and fierce-looking, but seeing Bening who was not much talk and calm was like hypnotizing himself at this time.

"Where are you from?" ask Gara again. He himself did not understand, why should I ask this to the new maid. Things he's done all this time.

"Ranja, Mister."

Gara seemed to remember then he just remembered the incident when his wife accidentally collided with a girl in the hospital corridor when they went to Banjar for the benefit of the project. However, Gara did not want to say that to Bening. It is just enough to remember it.

"Go back to work, no more problems."

Bening raised his face, there was a relieved smile unintentionally etched on his ranum lips. Because unconsciously so biting his own lips saw the alluring lips.

"Aren't I fired, sir?"

"You want to get fired?" ask Gara back.

Bening immediately shook his head. "Thank you, Mister. I'm back."

Without a smile, Gara nodded, letting Bening out of his private room. Because then coming out, he saw Bening who was walking half-run with carefree steps. The heart rippled again. He immediately shook off the naughty thoughts that came at once.