The Young Master's Maid

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Rajendra's mood was getting worse because his schedule was a mess. The man who was supposed to go straight to the factory after coming from Surabaya was forced to go home first to change his wet clothes.
 
Even though Malang has a beautiful view with the sun shining brightly the temperature is still cool. Malang is like the big cities in Indonesia, which are never free from traffic.
 
After struggling with the road conditions, that car stopped in the factory parking lot.
 
Rajendra got out from behind the car, and the cool air immediately hit his face. A faint smile appeared on his lips, looking at the shady trees that had been deliberately planted as shade during the day.

Even though their hands and eyes are focused on working, their lips certainly won't be able to remain silent without making a sound. That's the basic thing that Rajendra knows: most of the factory employees are women.

The man's eyebrows furrowed, the corners of his lips rose, and his sharp eyes caught something interesting. 

The curves of the body are so slender with a beautiful, soft silhouette, and the view of a long neck with a honey-colored mane that is tied high and carelessly, but somehow it looks very sexy and sweet at the same time.

Rajendra stepped his feet, and towards that line, I wanted to see the appearance of the owner of that beautiful body.

However, Rajendra's attention was diverted by the movement of the hand of a worker sitting next to the girl. The woman in her late 30s grinds her tobacco quickly using a grinder made from special wood, which has no aroma and does not affect the quality and taste of the tobacco.

Rajendra took a cigarette that had been cut off at each end so that it was neat. The man pressed the cigarette stick in his hand to measure the density of the tobacco in the stick.

"Your cigarette is too dense, reduce the amount of tobacco." Rajendra then took a bundle of 20 cigarettes, then took a pocket scale and placed the cigarettes on top.

26 gram.

Rajendra furrowed his eyebrows, according to the standard of Kretek cigarettes.
 
Rajendra then took the tobacco and felt the texture on his knuckles. 'The tobacco is too dry. No wonder the weight is light, and if you trim the edges, the cigarette will not be neat, and the tobacco can even fall out and come out of the cigarette paper.
 
Rajendra lowered his head right next to the girl's head. "Is it difficult to tidy up this cigarette?"
 
The black-masked facelifted, and for the first time, her dark but clear eyes locked with Rajendra's dark eyes.
 
"Yes?"

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The Young Master's Maid
Author: angelishdemon
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