[II] - Nanny not Yayo
Nanny not Yayo|O|h, I remembered! My father is giving hints of his concubine, my mother is on the verge of bursting out or to say the least, divorce papers are on its way and our home is endangered to be extinct. In a more literal sense, I'm about to suffer a broken family.
Now that's my reason as to why I'm forcing myself to find a job.
"Son? Maid? Your son's maid!? Hahaha--how!?" I'm going hysterics on what this woman is telling me. Yes, she's nice for offering me an elegant food far more suitable for a rich human and for offering me a job but being a maid doesn't suit my masculinity, not that I'm masculine in the first place, but because I prefer to be the top.
"Wait a minute, are you perhaps a...you know? Gay?"
If I lied and said no, I know she'll stop bothering me. But I also know that this lunch is a trap as she made me earned her a gratitude. If I said yes, well, I'm about to dig my own grave.
I just nod.
"Look, Han, my son was enormously different these past few days since his lover disappeared. I can't take it! Then I come across you and I know you are perfect for this job."
"I still don't understand." I said, staring directly at her. As rude as it is, I don't care.
Because I'm a brat. *le flips hair*
"Well, this might be complicated to explain but listen to me..."
That's how I got a job with a "sufficient" salary.
And it comes with a great "manly" sacrifice.
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