Loving a Second Cousin (Can't Turn Away)
What the hell's going on?

Rega was still staring at the face of Nadhira who was sitting at the very end of the chair. He did not expect that the woman was really serious about returning the money first.

"You don't have to do that, Dhira, I already think of you as my own sister."

'Chew, consider me a sister. Where there is a brother asking for the sanctity of his own sister. They often even ask for rations outside of it.' Dhira was sick of hearing it, but the sentence was only created in his mind.

"Unfortunately I don't think so. For me a promise is a debt, and I always pay my debt. I'm not you." cynical Dhira.

"I'm not breaking a promise, someday I'll keep all my promises." Rega said calmly.

What promise? The big question was created in Sarah's mind.

"Something you haven't finished yet!" Vante guessed right on target.

"Yes everything is not finished sir, because I still have a connection with him. I'm going to apply for a loan tomorrow." Nadhira said seriously.

"Don't wait for tomorrow I can lend it now. Send me the account number and the nominal Rega I'll send the money now through m-banking."

Dhira grabbed his phone and sent what his boss asked for. Money with a nominal that is not small is already in Rega's account.

Free Rega strictly forbid that there is even more noisier especially Sarah still staring Dhira full of competition.

"Emh ... Sister Sarah, I went to the toilet and I went to the toilet." Nadhira stood up from his seat.

Dhira wants to step foot to go to the toilet closest to the dining table there because Dhira has memorized the house plans that he often visited in the past.

"The guest room toilet?"

"Yes, you know the place, right? In the past you used to come here a lot." said Sarah appropriately. Rega looked at Dhira's petrified face and looked pias.

It is not without reason that Dhira did not immediately go to the guest room, there exactly about six years ago his holiness was asked by the man he loved the man he trusted the most in the past. For Nadhira the room was the worst place where in the room it gave up its crown as a gift on the day of the celebration of the year Rega and himself forging love, I swear to God, he will never forget that in his life.

"Dhira. You go to the toilet?" Sarah asked.

Dhira was still petrified in place not responding to the people around him who several times called his name. Rega closed his eyes for a moment he knew the reason for Nadhira's silence. Even he had resigned if Nadhira told the truth that happened in the past, behind the guest room he still remembered how he fought Nadhira, he said, he also gave his shirt to be bitten by the woman so that her screams can be slightly muffled, the flash of shadow in the past as if spinning like a flash of a broken cassette. For the first time and consciously Rega did so without safety. The innocent innocent girl she had smeared. At any rate, the young soul entering the adult process required him to fulfill his young blood passion. Testosterone hormones work very well.

Although doing prohibited things with Nadhira was not the first thing for him but still Rega was made worried at that time, because he was too enjoying his activities Rega until it was too late to revoke his property. The liquid that he should have expelled outside turned out to be partially released to water the warm uterus of his lover and the rest Rega spilled the viscous liquid on the flat perit of Nadhira. Lucky for that time his lover was not in a fertile state.

"Dhira what's going on?"

"Dhira, Hey!"

Dhira jerks.

"Ah yeah, what's up?" Dhira tried to regulate his breathing that felt dashed.

"Dhira are you okay.?" Vante is really worried.