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Chapter 18's

Dance removed Tara's lips, and pushed her shoulders. "Down me!"

Tara did not care, she walked towards the bed.

"Tara, please get me down." she asked.

Tara stopped stepping and lowered Tari to the floor. Dari retreated and turned around to calm her mind, because by continuing to face Tara made her mind not careless.

Instantly Tara embraces Tari's waist and rests her head on Tari's shoulder. "I'm sorry" he whispered. Tara flipped over Tari's body and raised one hand to Dari's face, then rubbed Tari's cheek with her thumb. "It's my turn now."

Dari did not react to Tara's touch, she kept folding her hands on her chest, waiting for what Tara would say.

"I printed that photo the day after I took your picture" Tara said. "That picture's been on display for months, because you're the prettiest creature I've ever met, I want to see you every day."

"And the other night, when I showed up at the door of your apartment? I'm looking for you because you're so deep inside me, I can't get you out of my head, even though I'm in the middle of an important meeting with my client. As for the reason why I sent you food, I am very proud to see you succeed in realizing your dream, your cafe is amazing. I know you must be working hard on that, so I don't want you to get sick from eating late. And yes Dance, you're hurt... I'm hurt just like you."

"Why are you hurt?"

Tara dropped her forehead on Tari's forehead. "Since I don't know how to be what you need, this is all new to me, I want to prove to you that I want you more than one night."

Tara looks so fragile, Tari wants to believe in the sincerity of her eyes, but from the first day she meets Tara, Tara always insists on wanting the opposite of what Tari wants. And Dari was afraid, after giving her body to Tara then Tara left her.

"How do I prove it to you, Tari? Tell me, I'll do it."

Dari barely recognized Tara, she stared deeply at Tara. "Don't ask sek* me."

Tara looked at Dari for a moment, her expression completely illegible. But then he started to nod as if he finally understood. "All right," he said. "I'm not gonna ask for that."

Tara circled around Tari and walked towards the door of the room, and locked her. He then turned off the lights, leaving only one small lamp, then took off his shirt as he walked over to Tari.

"What are you doing?"

Tara throws the shirt on the chair, then takes off her shoes. "We're going to sleep."

Dari glanced towards the bed, then looked at Tara. "Anything there?"

Tara nodded and approached Tari. With one agile move, she lifted the Dance dress and removed it from the head. Instantly Dance immediately closed her body that only just wear br* and reprogram*a dal*m.

Tara pulls Tari to the bed and holds up the blanket so she can sneak into the bed. "However we've slept together without making love. That's easy, isn't it?"

Tara turns towards the table and connects her phone to the charger, while Tari observes Tara's bedroom. The room is so spacious, it is almost three times the size of a Dance room. There is a sofa attached to the wall, facing the TV and there is a workspace opposite the room that is equipped with a library. "Your sister is really rich" said Tari as Tara covered the bodies of both of them. "Then what did he do with the ten million salary I gave him? Make it toilet paper?"

Tara laughed and grabbed Dance's hand, stroking her fingers gently. "It could be that the check you gave him wasn't diluted, '" he commented. "Have you ever checked it?"

Dance shook her head, she had never thought about it at all, but now she was curious.

"Good night, he's Orange Tarisma" said Tara, he began to close his eyes.

Dance smiling while giving it a shot. "Good night, Btara Langit Xabiru"

Dari did not know where she was put by Tara, so that morning she wore one of Tara's long shirts that dangled almost to her knees.

There were too many windows so that the incoming sunlight was too bright, Dance had to narrow her eyes as she kept going in to look for coffee. Dance pushed the kitchen door and found a coffee machine.

At last.

Dance turned the machine on and looked for the cup, as the kitchen door opened at the door of the dance turned and was relieved to see Caira looking a little messy.

Caira pointed to the coffee maker. "I want to, too" he said, sitting in a kitchen mini bar with his head down.

"Can I ask you a question?" tanya Dance. Caira nodded.

Dance pointed around the kitchen. "How did this happen? The whole corner of your house is clean but last night was just a pretty big party. Did you and Gala stay up late cleaning up all this?

Caira laughs. "Of course we pay people to clean this up" he replied.

"Paying people?"

Caira nodded. "Yep. There's my assistant who does everything."

Dance shook. "Wow, how long have you been this rich?"

"Nearly three years" he answered. "Gala, sells some of the applications it developed at fantastic prices to giant companies. And every six months he creates his latest update then sells it again. I always fully support whatever he does and accompany him to work, even if just sitting on his lap, looking at him all day."

One coffee was ready, then Dance put one cup and filled it. "You want to mix something in your coffee?" tanyakanya. "Or is there someone to prepare it?"

Caira laughs. "Yes. There you are, and I want some sugar. Thank you." Thank you."

Dance put the sugar into the coffee cup Caira then approached her and handed her over. After that he poured it into his own cup. Silent for a moment as Tari stirred the creamer, until Caira said. "What really happened last night?"

"Actually, we met before I knew you."

Caira thought for a moment. "So when we first met you knew each other?"

"Yes, there was something going on between us one night, about five months ago.

"Something?" tanyakanya. "You mean one night?"

"No," argued Dance. "I could have sworn that we had never done it until last night. We just tease each other and give each other attention."

Caira took her coffee again then gulped it down. There was sadness on his face.

"Caira's? Are you mad that I'm close to your sister?"

Caira immediately shook her head. "No, Dance. I just..." Caira put the cup back. "Only do I know my brother very well, and I love him very much. But..."

"But what?"

Caira and Tari turned their heads toward the source of the sound. Tara stood in the doorway while folding her hands on her chest.