Innocent Girl Conqueror World Gangster
1.Mysterious Sounds

Under the moonlight I stood on the balcony, enjoying the breeze of the night.

Because I could not sleep, I decided to go to this place just unwind.

drowsiness arrived, I immediately descended the stairs leading to my room on the first floor close to the kitchen area.

There are rooms lined up like dormitories.

ten rooms near the kitchen, five rooms in the back near the laundry and five more near the supply place or often called now a private market.

When I opened the door, I was surprised by the sound of someone in the next room.

"Ohh. ahh.. Sir kept Mister. faster still mister.. Master very favors Mr. aaah.aah"

I've been living in Mr. Ramzi's house for one week and since then every midnight I've heard someone groaning, who obviously it really disturbs my sleep and even my otaku goes traveling.

My name is Anisa Rahmawati with unraveling black hair, clean white skin and a decent face I often nicknamed Kembang village with my age of 18 years I have become an orphan in childhood.

At first I lived with my neneku, Mbok Darsih his name, but because I could not afford to pay the debt at Juragan Basir I almost became his third wife, destiny Pum said another , when the accomplice of the master of Basir ravaged my house fortunately Mr. Ramzi came to save Simbok and myself, he who paid the symbiotic debt to the master of Basir and his nominal interest was beyond reason.

Fortunately I did not become the third wife of a cashier, but the requirements proposed by Mr. Ramzi are also no less strange, he wanted me to work at his house just to make coffee at night for a fee that I thought was good, with a job that was very easy I just agreed to the terms in order to return the favor to my family.

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"This is Mr. coffee, please enjoy, "I said as I bowed.

"Just put it on the table" he replied, still facing the glass and turning his back to me.

After leaving at about 23:15 I went straight into the room to rest my body even though my work was not tiring but drowsiness came without being invited.

Just now these eyes were closed to the Mysterious voice as if it would fill my eardrum.

"Aahh sir not Master"

I stick this ear again on the wall to make sure whose voice in the next room because I know the next room selects Mbak Lala housewife who is willing to leave her child and husband to work helping his family's economy.

The workers here are obliged to stay at Mr. Ramzi's house and cannot go home because every month they are rationed 4 days off to return to their respective homes.

"Quick!!, I can't stand it, continue to satisfy me.. I think I'll be in a minute to-lu-ar".

Suddenly I was shocked and closed my mouth, the voice that I memorized the owner was playing with fire in the middle of the night like this.

'What a pity to her husband, ' my heart.

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This morning I intend to walk the street in the area of Mr. Ramzi's House with long-sleeved clothes and leggings forming the curves of my body look a little sexy.

While occasionally I move my body like a sport but I catch a pair of eyes watching my movements from the balcony just as I look up and see Mr. Ramzi is watching me with his charming smile while he holds the cup in his right hand and his left hand is inserted into his pants pocket.

'That is my Lord's charisma, my mind as I throw a smile at him.

The workers of Mr. Ramzi are indeed very many about 15 people including me and they are all women, he said, for men there are only 5 people even 1 personal driver and 4 is a bodyguard that is big body height and face is no less scary.