Forbidden Desire Young Miss
Part 12's
Alatha came out of the room after an afternoon shower, she sat on the front porch playing with her phone. The beautiful woman was waiting for the food ordered by her husband.
His attenuation must be sidetracked because Clara is sitting in the other seat. Not wanting to argue due to hunger, he refocused on the flat object in his hand.
"No matter what the conditions are, I'm still the first" Clara said, staring straight ahead.
"Make what be first, if not last. Not in love, too, how proud?" alatha Reply.
"Alatha, watch your mouth!"
Alatha stood up. "What's with my mouth first wife? My mouth wasn't going anywhere."
"Yes, don't talk to me again, our caste and status are different. You're just a woman who's trying to live a life of luxury by deceiving a rich man, unlike me who's been born a luxury."
Alatha lowered her head, then pulled Clara's chin. "Maybe in high school, you're bullied I'm Clara Liandra, because I'm taking off the title of young lady, hiding my identity so that I can go to school quietly without any sycophants like you!" he said it was full of pressure.
"Clara Liandra, the most powerful woman since school for being the son of a successful businessman, and you know? When I see you I want to laugh so much, if you only knew my status as the son of Mr. Alvi, the grandson of Mr. Kevin, maybe you wouldn't be my enemy, but you'd be licking me!"
"The son of a corruptor is proud." Alatha put an end to her ridicule, about to pass into the house, so that no one would see the commotion between the two.
She grimaced as Clara directly pulled her long hair.
"Please Clara, it hurts!" pekik Alatha tried to turn around to avenge Clara's attack, but was troubled.
"Clara, what did you do to Alatha!" snarled Arga who had just got off the car.
The man decided to go home, in order to deliver Alatha's favorite food directly, especially all his work was replaced by his Daddy.
Arga immediately pulled Alatha into his arms when Clara's jubilee slipped, he rubbed her head which now began to cry a mouthful.
"Sick Brother," said Alatha, hugging Arga.
Behind Arga's burly arms, Alatha poked her head and looked at Clara triumphantly. The woman stuck out her tongue.
"My head hurts from being in the top of Bang, but I just told Brother Clara that I'm Brother's second wife."
Arga glanced at Clara who was still silently sculpting. "I don't like the way you are like this Clara, you promised to accept Alatha, but what happened?"
"I-I was just defending myself, Arga ...."
"Here you go, it's not good to fight in front of a house like this. I don't want to see anything like this again."
Arga walked still hugging Alatha. The man came home tired, but even in the view did not appease the heart.
"Stop crying, eat first!" pinta Arga's.
Alatha nodded, still hugging Arga very tightly, regardless of Clara who was also sitting on the sofa.
"Arga, I'm sorry, what you saw was not like that, Alatha started it." Clara is still trying to explain. But Arga did not care, still focused on Alatha who was still crying.
The man looked down, tidying his wife's hair in disarray. It's not unfair, but Arga just calmed one of his wives.
"I also bought something for you, eat it first" Arga told Clara.
"Where do I make it?"
"There, I can't tell the two of you apart" said Arga, smiling at Alatha, she kissed the woman's little lips as Clara was gone.
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