"Almost." Bara squirmed, he corrected the muscles of his body.
Snuggled in a closet crammed with piles of clothes is very uncomfortable.
Like being forced into a suitcase. Squeezed and congested.
But, Bara just wanted to get out. Someone has come again. Both of them were surprised.
"Aaaah!" Bara screamed, and was shocked. The woman is the same.
"S-sir? Young master why are you here?" Irah looked at Bara suspiciously.
"Irah! You're not surprising. It's none of your business, watch out I'm going out." Just came out right away.
Irah was pensive, her suspicions growing.
"Perhaps?" Irah guessed the no-no. "O Allah, did the young master fall in love with his own stepmother? What are they?" Irah wondered, bringing up all the possibilities that could have happened between the two of them.
"You can't let this go, can you?" Irah, who looked worried earlier, now smiled evilly. He had a good plan for this.
