Marrying a TAJIR Maid
MPT #05

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The shock is naturally felt by everyone in the room, just now the Prince asked Darren to take responsibility by marrying his daughter, the man took out a small red box with a ring inside.

Yes, that night Darren did intend to apply for his maid, there is no reason for him to last too long in the relationship of employer and maid as the comfort he continues to feel. Si Minul completely changed his life much more colorful and free to be himself, the feeling that the man never felt during his close relationship with any girl including ShaQueena who was far above him in any way.

"ShaQueena, not Minul" said Mama Dusk who immediately protested.

Darren, who had just realized, smiled embarrassedly, he rubbed his own nape because he was so gerogi faced with three conglomerate families at once.

"So you want ShaQueena or Tompel?" asked PapAy who was directly pinched by Mimih Cahaya.

"Hem, I'm in love with Minul, sir."

ShaQueena smiled a little, he knew that from a long time ago until it felt like he was upset with himself. Beautiful, rich and smart in fact does not make anything can be achieved easily. And, not everyone also needs or likes the perfection possessed by a ShaQueena RanJa BiantaRahardian Bramasta.

"So, does ShaQueena not want to?" ask the Prince again. Don't expect him to let go of his daughter if Darren rejects ShaQueena.

"You too, sir," replied Darren.

"Well, the rat wants everything, there's no Minul the Mbul so, ckck," Papay said. His mouth can losdol while there is no handler, MiMoy Jan Rains who is afraid of lightning.

ShaQueena who did not dare to look up his face continued to look down so embarrassed. He really did not expect his mission to be a maid so it was successful even though there was still the intervention of the big masters in it.

"Can you please leave us both?" pinta Darren, so much he wants to talk to ShaQueena before it all really happens.

"Belom Sah has asked for both," grumbled Daddy Andra who actually did not accept because no matter how he who takes care of his granddaughter is very good.

"Just a moment, sir."

"Hem, okay. You guys really need time to talk alone without us. We understand if all this is too damned for you," said flattened Sky the most understanding beloved elephant handler.

One by one the great masters and their spouses except the crocodile whiny out of the hospital room young lady until in the room there is only Darren and ShaQueena alone.

"Sorry, I'm really sorry, sis," said ShaQueena, who played her finger on the finger.

While Darren was already sitting on the edge of the bed waiting for the strange girl his magical bin dared to raise his face so that their gazes could meet.

"Why are you this close, Sha?" darren asked, calling with the name ShaSha because the question won for ShaQueena.

"Color-because I love you. You avoided me for no reason at the time that confused me. As for asking and meeting you I was very embarrassed," he replied, being honest.

Little by little everything will be clear, just how they want to or do not accept the reasons of each who feels right themselves.

"But I didn't tell you. If, ShaQueena's too high for me to reach."

"Sha, don't be jealous of Minul, Ok" Darren said.

As long as the girl looked up, Darren certainly did not waste what was in front of her at the moment. His hand rubbed ShaQueena's cheek gently for the first time. He palpated the black tompel on the cheek and then chuckled.

"Don't laugh," decamped the young lady as she brushed off Darren's hand.

"You're an amazing beauty, Sha. Why have a mind making a tompel this big anyway?" darren asked still with a small ruckus.

"I'm pretty? but the proof is that you do not like, even like and intend to propose to your maid!" shaqueena, even though the one in question is also himself.

"I love Sha, I fell in love with you. But, after I realized I hurriedly brushed aside that feeling, I'm sorry," Darren replied regretfully.

"The reason, I even hate myself being born into a family is because-" ShaQueena said, her lips held back by Darren's fingers as if it was a sign that she couldn't continue her words just now.

"Don't talk like that again, here I'm wrong for being too selfish. Just leaving you because I feel like I don't deserve you, Sha. You have no right to condemn your own destiny, Ok," asked Darren, if only at that time he was much more willing to take risks of course they would not be this misunderstood. Darren did lose before the war and he admitted and regretted it.

"I accept you whether it be ShaQueena or Minul. You both have your own attraction to me."

"No, you love Minul not ShaQueena!" it was the one who even cried.

Sad to lose by himself, at that time he always appeared as perfect as possible to attract Darren's heart. ShaQueena is feminine in style because she is afraid that Darren does not like spoiled girls. The approximate estimate is what makes ShaQueena not himself. The relationship does seem stiff even though it has done everything that is close to perfect.

"Sha, I know. You guys make no difference. Be Minul in the figure of ShaQueena, so be yourself yes" Darren's message that instantly wiped the tears on ShaQueena's cheek.

In the hugging of the girl and in the ciumi of her head shoots many times, no one thought that their story would be as complex and unique as this in order to unite towards halal.

"Your cup doesn't fade, Sha. Though exposed to tears," Darren asked innocently and it made ShaQueena cluck in annoyance.

"Waterproof, very expensive because there is a salary employee!" cetus ShaQueena who remembers the fairy who fainted because she saw the change of her face from MashaAllah to Astagfirullah.

"But stay beautiful, I like it. Your tompel that makes my heart frown and feel that something is missing if you don't see," Darren's tease, though it sounds disgusting but that's how he feels.

Love is not a blind thing but must also appear as it is, because there are still many people out there who can accept us with all the qualities, advantages and disadvantages that exist. No need to force want to look perfect because we live to complement each other.

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"So, should I keep pumping?"