The blue love story - S01 E08

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The blue love story - S01 E08

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 8

MORE DELICIOUS

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JAJA’s Point Of View

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Master Benjamin handled me a small bottle

full of tablets.

“What is this, Master?” I asked.

“It’s a pills. From now on, you’ll take one

tablet every night.”

I took it and read the label. It’s a

contraceptive pills. It is clear as purified

water that he don’t want to impregnate

me. Well, it’s okay for me.

Master Benjamin left me again in the

kitchen after he placed the ingredients I

need. Then I heard the music roved his

whole condo. I think he’s so stiff and quiet

but I was wrong, he even loves music, old

music to be exact.

I am busy mixing the ingredients for

custard for the layer cake I am cooking

when I heard the music that my parents

used to sing along with each other. I

smiled. I missed that song and them.

Unconsciously, my body swayed as the

music beat its notes. I readied myself to

sing along with the song, remembering my

parents.

I sing as I put the mixed custard on the

layered. I put the layered cake into the

fridge to chill it. While singing along and

waiting for the cake to chill, I prepared the

plates and forks, and juice.

I didn’t notice the song has finished. While

waiting for the dessert, I sit in the chair. I

remembered my life when I was on my

Uncle’s. I couldn’t have a rest there because

everyday there are lots of things to do.

Unlike here, I can rest and the life here is

not hard. But I can’t get out, I am

imprisoned here.

I sighed. I read the rules on the paper that

we have tackled earlier. I’m thankful that I

can read and write. I finished high school

and planning to go to college when my

parents died along with my brother.

We are on a trip, my father, mother, and

little brother are with me. We’re going out

that time for we will celebrate the

graduation. Also, for my birthday

celebration. My gift to my parents is my

medals that I achieved from being the

most outstanding student.

That day is the greatest and happiest event

in my life but I didn’t expected that that

day had been the last day I am going to see

their smiles and hear their laughters. We’ve

met an accident while on the trip. A ten-

wheeler truck plowed into our vehicle. Only

I who survived. I got big scar on my back,

on the left side. It’s because I was stabbed

by the glass from the broken window.

I sighed. I don’t want to take a rest for I

will only remembered the accident.

I got up and took the layered cake. Its

flavor is pandan or screw pine. I sliced it

into rectangles and put a piece of it on

each plate.

I walk towards the living room. He said

that I’ll just call him there if I finished

cooking.

“Master, the dessert is ready,” I informed.

He didn’t moved so I walk in front of him.

His head is in the armrest of the couch. His

one arm is under his head. He’s sleeping.

I stared at him.

Should I wake him up?

Seems like he’s on his sweet dream. It’s

rude to interrupt his sleeping just to let

him eat the dessert I made.

I stared at him for a few minutes. I even

kneeled near his head to see his face.

“Master, you look like an angel when you’re

asleep. But when you woke up, oh God I

could only say you’re weird,” I said. There’s

a wildness hiding inside him.

I was about to leave him asleep when he

talk. “I’m waiting for you to kiss me.”

I thought he’s sleep talking but he opened

his one eye. Looking at me.

So he’s awake all the time? He’d heard I

said? Oh no! I look down because of the

shyness I felt.

“Help me rise up,” he said. He extends his

arm, waiting for me to pull him up.

I hold his arm. Instead of me pulling him,

he pull me. It was unexpected so I haven’t

balanced myself. I fall above him. He hug

me tight and his face is in between my

shoulder and neck, sniffing it.

“I love your natural smell,” he said while

kissing my neck.

“Master, the cake is ready. Would you like

to taste it?” I quickly changed the topic.

He let go of me so I immediately rose up.

It’s been difficult for me to rise up without

touching him.

“Mmm.” He rose up too. “Bring the cake

here.”

I get the cake and return to the living

room.

“Sit here beside me.”

I obeyed him. I placed the one plate on the

table while the other one is in my hand. I

extended it to him.

“Feed me.” Is he paralyzed?

I have no rights to complain that’s why I

quietly serve on him. I sliced the cake and

t----t the fork on it. I aimed it to Master’s

mouth but he just laugh.

“Witty slave,” he said. “You don’t want me

to lick your finger again?”

I blushed.

Indeed. I don’t like him to do it again

because it’s only awakening my blood. I

don’t know that I have this kind of heat

inside me.

“I-it’s not that, Master. My hand is not

clean,” I alibied.

He didn’t speak. He just open is mouth,

waiting for me to feed him. He’s chewing

the cake slowly.

“Where did you learned how to make this

kind of cake?” he asked and opened his

mouth again.

“From the cook book, Master.”

“You usually cook?”

I nod. “I am the one preparing the food of

my Uncle and Auntie. I’m also the cook of

their canteen. My mother taught me

everything she knows in terms of food.

She’s a chef before,” I said while putting

the food into his mouth.

“You live with your Uncle and your Auntie?”

“Yes. They adopted me when my parents

died. Even though I don’t want to be with

them, I have no choice but to accept it.

They’re the only relatives I know.”

“From whose side?”

“Father side, Master.”

“Your Uncle… Is he the one with Mister

Chen?”

I nod. “Yes, Master.”

“How did your parents died?”

His question brought pain in my heart and

sadness. “Vehicular accident, Master.”

Maybe he had felt the sadness in my voice

so he apologized.

“It’s okay, Master.”

Silence filled the air. There’s an

awkwardness between us. I think he’s

insensitive but I was wrong. Kind but wild.

There are still lot of things about him that I

wanted to know but I’m afraid to ask.

“Master, can I ask you?”

“You already are,” he said between

chewing the cake.

“From when I am going to be your slave?”

He stopped for awhile then chewed again.

“It depends.”

“Depends on what, Master?”

“Depends on the situation.”

I’m thinking regarding to the situation he’s

saying. “Like if you get married, Master?”

He smiled. “No. I can still make you as my

mistress. I mean, it depends if my lust for

you has been faded, casted away, gone.”

I scratched the back of my ear. “I’m going

to ask again, Master.”

“Go on.”

I stopped for a while. I’m still thinking on

how to ask it in a better way.

“Uhm… Master, I had noticed earlier that

you’re changing whe-when we are

uhmm..making out. I mean, like you are

possessed.”

He chuckled. “That’s me. Learn how to get

used to it as soon as you can. That’s the

way I f--k. Wild and aggressive. But I only

acted like that when I saw you and got

you. It’s only you can make my desire to

wake up and pleasure me so much.”

I gulped again. I shouldn’t asked it. He’s

too direct when talking.

“How’s the cake, Master?” I switched the

topic.

“Your cake is delicious,” he complimented.

“Thank you, Master.”

He hold my chin and pushed it up in able

for me to look at him. He stared at me and

smiled. “But you are more delicious, slave.”

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