Blue Love Story – Episode 8

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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.

 

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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 thrust 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*ck. 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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BLUE LOVE STORY

 

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