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"Kay, where did you come from!" My father asked while blocking my footsteps who wanted to walk into the house.

Exactly at half past four this morning I just got home. I went having fun at a nightclub with my driver, who was none other than my secret lover.

"gentlemen?" Said my driver named Arman while fending off my father's right palm that wanted to slap my face with his right palm.

I just turned my face to the left. Even in this drunken state, I really don't have the courage to answer him, let alone fight him.

Arman released my father's right palm.

My father lowered his right palm down.

"Where did you accompany this damn child, Arman!" My father snapped at Arman.

Arman immediately looked down "After going to his friend's birthday party, sir." Said Arman.

"Coming to a party or to a nightclub? Don't you ever cover up this child's rottenness again, Arman!" My father snapped at Arman.

"That's right sir, we just finished from his friend Mr. Kay's birthday party." Said Arman still defended me.

Actually both of them are true. I just attended my friend's birthday party and the event was held at a night club.

I was still standing in front of my father while still turning my face to the left side. The palm of my right hand clenches hard. I feel annoyed at my father.

Who wouldn't be annoyed with him. From a young age I was only raised by a maid. As a child, I never felt love from my parents.

My name is Kay. My face is quite handsome. White. 172cm tall. Weight 68kg. My appearance looks quite eccentric and attractive.

I am an only child. An only child of my parents. Unfortunately for me, when I was 10 years old, my parents were divorced.

My mother has remarried and lives with her husband. Likewise with my father. My father has remarried to another woman.

Since then I just live in my father's house with my maid. My days are only with a housekeeper.

While my father, often he was gone. When not minding his business, he often stayed over at my stepmother's house.

Yes, he did not dare to bring my stepmother into this house. Because I really hate a stepmother. If I had to choose, I would still rather live alone than have to live with a stepmother. Until finally I became gay like this and like to get drunk accompanied by Arman who is my driver and lover.

I am currently 24 years old. Not long ago I just graduated from my college. I do not have a job yet. And it was on purpose that I didn't work, because my father had a lot of property that had been managed by people he trusted.

Arman is a widower. He is 31 years old. He is tall, stocky and quite athletic. His skin is tanned. Secretly, I and Arman went on several dates. And so satisfied I was served by him. His missiles are quite large and long.

"Starting tomorrow, I will exile you to the villa in the forest! Let you know the taste. How does it feel to live alone!"

gosh!

"What?" I looked up into my father's face

I was very surprised to hear my father's words just now.

"Yes, starting tomorrow you will be escorted by Arman to the villa in the forest." My father said. "Is that what you want? Huh!" My dad always remembers what I said.

Yes, he still remembers what I said, if I had to choose, instead of living under the same roof with a stepmother, I would prefer to live alone.

And now? My dad finally put his words out like that.

I really can't imagine at all, if I have to live in a villa in the middle of the forest. All my life I have never set foot in the Villa. The villa that I have visited, is only my father's villa which is at the top.

Instantly my tears fell down by themselves. I looked at my father's face "Then if I live there. Who do I live with?" I said in a low tone, sounding quite weak.

"You don't need to ask. Later you will also find out for yourself, when you are there." my father said.

I bent down, both my palms grabbed my father's right palm and then pressed my father's palm to my lips while crying "Hikshisk, not daddy? Please don't send me there?" I begged him.

"No!" My father removed his right palm from both of mine. "My decision is unanimous and cannot be contested!" My father immediately walked away from me.

Both my knees fell to the floor. I looked down and kept crying.

Arman's sturdy left palm touched my shoulder "Sir?" Said Arman.

In a situation like this, Arman calls me sir. But when we're alone, he calls me by my name only and sometimes calls me honey.

"Arman here? I want to talk to you?" Call my father to Arman when he arrived at his bedroom door.

"Yes sir." Arman said answering my father.

My father opened his bedroom door and entered his room.

Arman immediately stepped and entered my father's room.

I don't know what my father wants to talk to Arman about. What is clear, my father did not know about my affair with Arman.

The footsteps of a maid named Ijem were walking towards me. Ijem's palms landed beside my shoulders "Yes sir, come. Come on, can I help you up?"

I slowly got up and was assisted by Ijem. I immediately hugged Ijem and cried in his arms. Ijem is the one who took care of me since I was small.

Ijem's right hand gently stroked my back "That's it, sir, that's it. Don't cry? If you cry, I'll cry too." Ijem said with tears falling down by itself.

"Tomorrow I won't be here anymore Jem." I said then cried again.

"Where are you going, sir?" Ijem said. Maybe he just woke up and didn't hear my father's screams just now.

I just realized, Ijem's body smells quite sour and sweaty.

I let go of my hug and wiped my tears "You just woke up huh?" I asked Ijem.

"Heh, yes sir." Ijem said after a chuckle.

"No wonder the smell." I said.

"Hehe, it's okay sir." Ijem said.

"Just kiss yourself." I said.

Ijem immediately smelled his own body "Hehe, yes. My body smells quite good." Ijem said.

I walked away from him. I go inside my room.

Arriving in the room, I lay on my stomach hugging a bolster.

"You're really mean, dad. Hikshikshiks." I said then cried while pinching the bolster with the fingers of my right hand.

"I don't know what, all this time my life has been suffering. I have never felt love from you. Only money and money you gave me."

"Have you never felt this sadness of your son, father? Hikshikshiks.."

"Even though you never asked what I wanted. Hikshikshiks.."

"If you want to throw me away, why are you doing it now? Why didn't you just throw me away, daddy? Hikshikshiks."

I groaned in my room while still lying on my stomach hugging a bolster.