Bara's Innate Girl
Weddings

Weddings...

Hearing that word, Rara became fed up. A marriage that is filled with happiness and fun days with the husband. Not as beautiful as he imagined.

Rara never expected more from this marriage. She will never get love from her husband. Because he knows himself and Bara just had to. And one more thing, Rara will never love Bara.

But even so, at least this marriage did not make him depressed. Every day he had to face a cold and stiff face that always looked at him sharply. And also the harsh treatment and scorn from her husband.

It was fortunate that Rara was already used to this, if it was another girl, even a day would definitely not be able to bear living with that man. Rara prefers not to be too inedible and enjoys the peace of her life more, as long as there is nothing to oppress her.

Like this afternoon, Rara was in the garden of the mansion, with a maid who was taking care of the plants there. Rara was more familiar with the servants in the house. Talk and joke when you have free time.

There are many different types of flower plants here. Starting from green plants, as well as colorful flowers, make it so happy. Rara is indeed a figure who likes the beauty of flowers, making her very excited to help the maid.

"May I pick this one?" ask Rara to the waiter.

The waiter who was spraying water on a plant smiled. She was so happy to see this poor young lady looking happy and cheerful.

"Of course Miss." she replied happily.

The waiter picked up the scissors, then cut off one stalk of a pink rose in bloom.

Rara sparkled to see all this, "If only these flowers were in my room." she said, kissing the roses.

"Miss wants it?"

Rara nodded in excitement, "Of course, even along the way to my room, I want flowers."

The waiter shook his head, so happy to see the girl's cheer.

Rara again admired the flowers that were blooming. This way he could forget a little of his burden.

"What's this?" rara asked, looking at the flower arrangement that the waiter presented to her.

"Take it Miss. You can bring this flower to your room." said the waiter, "Miss can put it in a container of water, then it will last a few days."

Rara further widened her smile, happily receiving the flower arrangement of each blooming flower.

"Together Miss."

"Before this flower withers, I must quickly give it some water. Au.." for being too excited, the sharp thorn on the rose stalk hurt his fingers.

"Miss is okay?" worried about the waiter.

"I'm fine,." But his face couldn't lie. Who does not know, the pain is impaled by the thorn of a rose. Though beautiful, but painful.

That was how she felt, when Rara saw from afar her own husband was in intimate company with his half-sister, Dena. Both look beautiful and handsome, Dena in her beautiful dress, and Bara in her suit.

Where are they with that look? Although Rara tried not to care, but still her curiosity haunted.

"Miss..."

"Yes?" Rara regained her senses, and glanced at the car they were riding in had both left the yard of the house.

"I'm fine. I can treat it myself." replied Rara hurriedly then left just like that. Not forgetting the flower arrangement he was carrying.

Rara tried not to think about what she saw just now, but still.

"You saw Mr Bara and Miss Dena earlier?" rara's steps came to a halt, when she accidentally heard two servants. Rara hid behind a large pillar, to finish her curiosity.

"Yes, you will attend the banquet, as usual Miss Dena will accompany Mr. Bara." the other servant replied.

"But isn't it now that Master Bara has married the youngest Miss? It should be Miss Rara accompanying Mr. Bara."

"I wish it was like that too, but it wouldn't be possible. You know for yourself, no one knows where Rara is in this house, how it is possible that Mr. Bara took her to attend such an event. There will be many questions."

"Yes, you're right." the waiter sighed, "It's too bad our little miss's fate."

"Don't think about it, Miss Rara is a strong girl, she can definitely deal with all of this. Just pray, may happiness approach him."

Without the two of them noticing, his conversation had knocked down the girl's defenses. Her tears washed her face. His hand held tightly to the thorny stalk, without the slightest pain. It turned out that pretending to be strong was very painful.