Don't Take My Son...!!!
Chapter - 9 Widows Bar - Bar.

Two hours into one thrilling room for Dara and Deris, Tommy finally finishes with his explanation.

"I'm leaving, Mr. Deris." Tommy stood up to greet.

"I'll learn everything, I'll call for cooperation." Deris returned Tommy's favor.

Dara just nodded, not wanting to shake hands. Fortunately, Tommy the Boss did not respond to Dara's behavior.

After the two guests left his office room, Deris leaned his head on his head which suddenly turned dizzy. "Why should I be reunited with Dara? She's married and living happily with Alan."

Two weeks later, a party to celebrate the cooperation of the two Companies was held in a nightclub. One VVIP room was specially ordered by Tommy, some staff from him also staff from Deris came.

Dara came wearing a knee-length dress with long hair decomposed to add to her feminine style even though inside is not as soft as it looks outside. Dara's wild nature and attitude have been some men have felt, some because they had harassed her just because of rumors she was a widow.

As today a Chief of the Production Division who does not believe in the name of Dara who is the widow of the bar-bar, the man named Haris looked at Dara with a gaze of me sum.

Deris noticed a man with flirtatious eyes staring at Dara's body at the table Dara Company was working, while she sat at her desk with her staff her eyes were immediately fixed on Dara. Women who used to be tomboys are now transformed into charming feminine women with a dazzling smile that never escaped his lips.

"Is he still smoking like he used to?" murmured Deris saw Dara's lips were ripe polished lipstick.

"What's up, sir?" a Staff member asked Deris to hear the muttering of the Boss. "Are you staring at Miss Dara who is famous for calling the widow bar-bar?"

Deris is stunned, "Ja-widow?"

"Is this valid?" Deris was shocked but there was an indiscernible pleasure.

"A hundred percent, Valid."

Deris's gaze returned to the figure of Dara who was laughing with her friends - the woman's office. Deris' eyes narrowed, feeling strange Dara lied to him about his status. He waited for the opportunity to approach Dara without notice and wanted to fish.

Before long the opportunity came, Dara got up from the sofa at her desk. However, one of the men who was at the table with Dara who from the beginning continued to stare at Dara's body with a brash look tailed Dara at the back.

Deris clenched his hands, it seemed like the man was an o-mes man. He quickly followed Dara away towards the toilet, suddenly his steps came to a halt. In front of her, the me sum man was grimacing in pain as Dara twisted the man's hand behind his back.

"Hiyyyy, wrong address. Don't know she's Dara's cruel..." Deris shuddered in horror as he already felt Dara's punch and kick.

"Absolutely..!! The virgin! Release me!" the Head of Production shouted pleading.

"Gue has been acting up to this time because I still respect my Division Head! If you look at me once again with a me sum look, don't mistake me if one day your hands and feet break and I make cake!"

"Yes! Yep! Sorry Dar! I just can't believe that you're the widow of your bar-bar-like calling. Now that I understand, I won't bother you anymore. Lepasin.." The head of the Production Division's face was flushed with pain.

Dara took off her cheque from Haris' arm, "Gue let go this time! There's no next time!"

Haris nodded then ran away with a run of beerit, there was a grudge in his heart.