My Husband is Not Rich
The Curhatan Bram part 1

"Bram, have you taken these nights to my house? what's up?"

Naturally Dara asked that, this was the first time Bram set himself up in his house.

"Have you been sleepy yet? I want you to talk to me."

Like she was dreaming, Dara patted her cheek to make sure, then switched to rubbing her eyes.

"You're not dreaming anymore, this is real. So you want to accompany me?" Bram smiled, the man brought with him food as prepared and confident that they would talk together.

Dara watched Bram from top to bottom, looking tired and lackluster look on his face. As a person who is in love, of course Dara will prance pleasure with the arrival of Bram.

Dara was not like that, indeed she was happy even very happy, but the girl could still maintain an attitude and inaction that would embarrass herself.

"I'm not sleepy yet, where are we going to talk?" actually seeing what Bram brought, Dara guessed they would talk at his house, but Dara wanted to make sure who knew what was thought different from reality.

"In the usual park I'm there, right? oh yeah, this is a little hand for your parents. All right, I want permission to borrow his son for a minute." It's true, different from reality. Dara kelabakan made, permission to borrow children? take can also. Uh. Dara muttered in her heart.

"If so please come in. While waiting for me to get ready, you're talking to papah and mamah."

Breath**D**ar, breath. This is really not yesterday - yesterday I always came and the same attention he did not care, now he came alone without being asked.

"Thank you." Bram steps in with Dara.

"Bah, mah, this is Bram coming." Seru Dara without the need for introductions because his parents already know Bram.

They were engaged in chatter without awkwardness.

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Breeze night wind stroking soft cheeks. Bram's coat was placed on his back to protect him from the cold of the night.

"Sorry, Dar." Bram apologized, then turned off the cigarette that was almost the rest of his butt. Dara watched without blinking.

"Yes Bram, it's okay to relax."

Bram approached after being away because he avoided the smoke inhaled by Dara. The man sat beside Dara staring fixedly at the girl beside him.

"Well, you don't get confused with what you just saw?"

I love you for who you are.

Bram held his head and leaned against the park bench, his eyes staring at the flickering stars in the night sky.

"I've given up, he's not my soul mate." Bram peeked briefly at Dara through the tail of his eyes, wondering what reaction the girl he knew her feelings had.

Bram smiled meaningfully.

"I didn't hear Bram wrong? tumben you never give up."

"Yes, I gave up after falling in love. If I continue this feeling, I will only make my life more miserable. I'm just an assistant who works hard for a smooth ride."

"I'm just a worker who doesn't mean anything. All my efforts are seen as work. Unfortunately, I included love in it, which ultimately made me sick."

"Because, I think I'm the one who deserves to be Jesslyn's husband, but I'm not."

Dara puts a drink on Bram so he can pause the story that makes the throat dry.

Bram grabbed it and gulped for almost half.

"If you may know why you feel you deserve to be Jesslyn's husband?"

"Because I'm very competent to be his assistant, any effort outside of work I can almost do. That's why I can say that. Stupid, huh, haha."

"Dar, I just realized that stupid is not his love, but his way." Bram sighed.

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Seriate...