My Husband is Not Rich
Love him from the other side

The time to go home has come, there is no more business to be completed by Bram to Jesslyn. The man breathed a sigh of relief and was disappointed every time he separated because of the clock.

I have to get up. Bram muttered to himself.

He looked at his watch and the time showed at 7 p.m. It's time to pick up Dara at work as she promised this morning.

Meanwhile, at Dara's place.

The ordinary but sweet-looking girl was still sitting on the shoulder of the floor hugging her bag. To kill time in waiting, he plays a cell phone opening one of social media.

His finger typed a text message for his social media status, "His heart is low when talking, until your opponent doesn't realize you're a great person." status sent, etc, her smile expands like she has done such a proud work.

Dara looked at the status again, then a sense of self-introspection was true in his attitude. Sometimes a person makes an elegant status, the reality is inversely proportional to what is applied. As if that word of advice was a slap to himself.

Then he made another status for the second, "always with him is a happiness" in the lope-lope beduhi. Amused see it, but if people have fallen in love something like this actually makes its own persimmon.

A minute had passed, not expecting Jesslyn to comment on the status of the second, "Ehemm..certainly this Bram?" Dara immediately replied to a message from her friend, "Kok know?😁" reply Dara.

"You see, wait, the prince will be here any minute. Because I ordered him to go home. Hehe"

"You're Jess' best."

"You're the best Dara. Being able to value yourself without having to be someone else, it's worth being proud of."

The night is getting quieter, amid Dara's preoccupation with answering messages with Jesslyn, Bram's car spotlights are already visible. Security immediately opened the gate, already memorized by the routine of shuttle these two humans.

Dara got up from her seat, stepped happily to welcome Bram who came to pick her up. Although he actually came home from work at 5 pm, he was willing to wait for hours without complaining.

Cars drove to enliven the road, stuck in traffic at the red light was common, although tired of the day's work, they still keep the image casually facing the situation.

At the red light, on the left side of the road there are street buskers who already have high flying hours, visible from the action that is neat with the theme in the stretcher.

They line up with their own musical instruments. Presenting contemporary music with a dominating angklung sound. It's so good to hear.

Not long no one of the personnel came to one by one driver while carrying an empty package, hoping someone set aside a little rupiah for his appearance.

Dara reached into the bag, took the nominal money one hundred thousand from her wallet and put it into the plastic package. Bram noticed, in his mind, the man was flabbergasted at Dara's actions just now.

The car glass is closed back.

"Dar, usually people love the little money they have. But you give me the biggest money you have." Bram.

"They produce art, for me art is worth a lot." Dara said according to his point of view.

There is an interesting side that is caught by Bram in Dara, his face is normal, but if you look carefully Bram found Dara's smile quite sweet. Bram wakes up when the green light turns on the sound of horns competing with each other.

Until it was in front of Dara's house, the girl said goodbye to enter the house, said goodbye and waved her hand. For the first time Bram felt reluctant to go and was curious to further involve a girl named Dara.

Waving her hand, Dara stood up. Bram has not yet moved away causing Dara confused to do what else. Told him to stop by? it's been a bad night with the house people. Told him to stay? that's very unlikely.

"Dar, we take a weekend out of town. Wanna don't?"

Dara smiled broadly, "You". Bram smiled, then continued on his way again.

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