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Chapter 4's

"I have no pity at all to see the two old men, which I have instead wanted them both to suffer as a result of the carelessness of keeping a bullet gun that can be reached by innocent little children. Not only have they lost one child, but they've ruined the life of the one who accidentally blew it up."

'Oh my God, I'm not ready to hear such a sad story. I can't even imagine how to get past that tragedy.' Inner Dance.

"I can't imagine how the impact of the incident on the mental health of the sister" said Tari.

Tara nudged something from her jeans. "He's going to have a lifelong mental health disorder, more or less that's the impact."

Tari tilted her body towards Tara, she supported her head with one hand. "Have you just come from the hospital?"

"Yes, I just finished my medical check-up routine"

Dari nodded, he deserved to say if today he saw a lot of death, apparently Tara was in the hospital all day.

Tara looked back at Dance. "Tell me the others." he said.

Dance again changed her position, she folded her arms and breathed deeply. "My father was quite famous, so at his funeral Mother asked me to give her greetings and five kindnesses during his life."

"Then?"

"I don't want to, I don't want to do it. But you forced me, so inevitably I did."

Tara raised her head and propped it up with her elbow, she seemed very interested in what Tari was saying.

"Okay, I'll show you." Dance stood up and walked in front of Tara, she stood straight as if she were facing the people who came to mourn. Dance berdeham.

"Good morning, I'm She's Orange Tarisma, daughter of the late Banyugeni. Thank you for coming together to let go of my father today. This time I will tell you five great things about my father. First one..."

Tari lowered her gaze to Tara while shrugging her shoulders "That's it" she said.

Tara changed her position to sit up straight looking at Tari seriously. "What do you mean that's all?"

Dance back lying in a folding lounge chair. "I stood for twenty minutes without saying anything else, for there was not one great thing whatsoever that I could tell about my father. Until you finally gave me a code to sit next to him."

Tara tilted her head. "You kidding me?"

Dance shook her head. "If I had just a few good memories with him, I would have told him an hour or maybe longer."

Tara lay back looking at the sky. "Wow." he said, shaking his head. "Now I'm your admirer, because you just mocked a dead man."

"What a surprise your comment."

"Well, how else, it's an honesty that might hurt."

Dance chuckles. "It's your turn again."

"I don't have a story that beats your story" Tara said.

Tara folded her hands behind her head, then she stared at Tari. "I want to fuck you."

Dance gaped, then closed her mouth again, she was completely at a loss for words.

Tara looked at Tari with an innocent face. "You're the one who asked me to tell the honesty I've never told anyone? You're beautiful and I'm a normal man. If you like one-night dates, I'll take you down to my room and fuck you."

Dari could not look at Tara, Tara's statement made her emotions mixed. "I don't like one-night dates."

"I guessed it." he said. "Okay, it's your turn."

After saying that made Tari stunned, Tara acted indifferently. "I need a moment to calm down after what you said" said Tari while laughing.

Dari tries to think of something honest that he wants to say to Tara, but he still can't forget the words Tara who wants to fuck her, but he still can't forget, he never imagined an educated person like Tara could say that casually.

After a few minutes of calming down, Dari finally said... "Actually almost all my friends and family know, if I ever dated a bum or a market thug."

"Have you ever slept with her?" ask Tara.

Dance nodded her head. "He's the first guy I slept with." replied Tari.

Tara was immediately excited and turned towards Tari. "I want to hear the full story."

"First High School, I lived in Central Jakarta. The housing we live in is quite good, but it is different from the complex behind my house that seems very rundown. I'm friends with the guy who lives in the slum, his name is Ranu. He lived alone, his parents had died when he was a child. As a good friend, I brought him food, clothes and so on almost every day, until one day my father caught us."

"What did your father do?" ask Tara.

Dari sighed, for some reason he discussed this matter, but he wanted to completely forget about it. "My dad beat him up." That's all Tari can tell me. "It's your turn now."

A moment Tara looked at Tari, as if she knew what the continuation of the story she told, but then she turned her face back. "I hate to think about marriage" Tara said. "I'm thirty this year and I don't want any more wives. My only desire is incredible success.

"In work or social status?" tanya Dance.

"Of course both. Everyone can get married and have children but not everyone can be a great businessman, I want to be the best in my field. Maybe it sounds like I'm arrogant."

"Yes that sounds haughty" said Tari.

Tara smiled. "My mom's worried that I'm wasting my life."

"What makes your mother disappointed? You're a successful businessman." Dance laughed out loud. "When can a parent really be proud and appreciate their child's hard work?"

Tara shook her head. "Not many people have such ambitions, and I don't think my children will ever be able to keep up with me, and therefore don't want to have children."

"I appreciate your principles, because too many parents who demand and charge their children must be able to surpass their parents" said Tari with excitement, he felt the pressure and demands that his late father had placed on him.