My Sugar (Jenifer Alexander)
Chapter 6. Use reason

"Why om.? If I cancel why bring me here.? I thought I'd like to show you the letter of agreement that om said on the road earlier,,"

My tone has gone up a little, I am disappointed by Kenzo's decision.

"Don't you say you want to go to the club.? It's still afternoon, so we'll wait till nightfall. I'll take you there, "Om Kenzo is very calm and relaxed saying all that.

Om Kenzo was really insensitive, I was just threatening him, but he really wanted to take me to the club.

"I don't want to go to a club.! I'd like to do it, pleaseee," I clenched my hands together, put them in front of my chest. I begged Kenzo with my cute face like a kitten asking for a meal. Seeing Kenzo who was silent, I took the initiative to get closer and sit next to him. I'm wriggling in Kenzo's burly arms. Looked at him with begging eyes.

"Om, don't get canceled o'm,," Whinekku.

"I want to be my sugar daddy. Are you not interested in me,? Should've been a dong seneng 'cause I was still a virgin, "I kept on attacking, promoting myself to make Kenzo want me. I have no pride in myself in front of Kenzo.

Shamelessly, I whined at Kenzo. I was lowering my pride as a holy woman. My mind was dead-end, I closed my mind just to pursue happiness for a moment. I realized I was wrong in stepping, but again - again I don't care. My lonely life made me justify all means to get happiness.

"You're a good boy, okay, why would you want to do something like this.?" I saw a shady and concerned look from Kenzo's eyes.

She regretted my decision to choose to be a sugar baby in a state still sacred. I kept quiet for a moment, thinking of the right reason for Kenzo to grant this wish.

"I need some money. I had to do all this. So I beg you the same om, don't be canceled well,, pleasee," I keep begging om Kenzo, I've even thrown away my shame since. No matter what Kenzo's response to me.

After listening to my reasoning, I saw Kenzo watching my performance from top to bottom. I don't know what he's thinking.

"Don't you have another reason,,?" Ask. I stared confusedly at Kenzo, did he not believe my reasoning.? My acting is less convincing.

"Why is it, um.? I really need money for school fees, again," I replied to reassure Kenzo.

"If you need money just for school, you can sell your expensive handbags and watches" he said.

Kenzo's words made me die a flea. I hid my watch bag in the back of my body. Stupid me, I wear a Rolex watch and an LV bag that costs about 150 million. It's just nice if Kenzo doesn't believe my reasoning. If it only takes money for school fees, my hours and bags are more than enough to pay for tuition.

I wanted to reason for my parents' hard-sick medical expenses, but I didn't want to use that excuse. I was afraid that my words would become do'a and really happened to my parents.

Even if they don't care about me, but I don't want them to get sick. I love them, even though they may not be so with me.

Should I say that my handbag and watch are KW's.? But what Kenzo om will believe. My inner.

I haven't spoken yet, Kenzo asked me a question.

"Now to be honest, what is the reason you want to live this profession.? I know you can't be short of money, everything attached to your body is brended and expensive stuff. You're telling me it's all fake, huh,,? My eyes aren't Jeje's myopic,,"

Om Kenzo looked at me sharply, that introgating look made me nervous.

I didn't expect this to be a sugar baby. Celina and Natasha told me that their papi never asked why they wanted to be a sugar baby. Because they do not care about it and only focus on their goal, which is to get satisfaction.

But why is Kenzo's detail introgasi me.?

"Om, I want to be a sugar baby, not a job listing at the office or a school register. You have to use an excuse, o'm,,?" My protest. Kenzo looked concerned at me, I felt so sad in Kenzo's eyes that he had to look at me like that.

"You're a good boy - well. It's not appropriate to do this kind of profession, Jeje," he said gently, he rubbed my hair attentively, as Nicho often did to me when I was sad.

I got carried away, my tears escaped without me being able to hold. I thought back to Sister Nicho, the only family that cares about me.

I'm whipping away at Kenzo's clumsiness, not caring about the rejection he's doing. Om Kenzo tried to let go of my embrace, but I hugged him even tighter. I need a hug, I need a place to lean.

"Geez Jeje, what's wrong with you.? It's crying,,,"

Om Kenzo no longer refused my embrace, he rubbed my back and patted it slowly. I know Kenzo is trying to calm me down. But I was sobbing, because Kenzo made me feel comfortable, but I couldn't spend time with him.

Om Kenzo no longer asked, he still continued to rub my back until my tears slowly began to subside. I let go of my embrace while wiping away the tears that flooded my cheeks. I saw Kenzo's t-shirt wet from my tears.

"Hehe, sorry om, my clothes got wet," I said.

Om Kenzo knitted his brows, perhaps he was astonished to see me chuckle after crying a mouthful.

"Thank you for being a place. I'm relieved now that Jeje came home first, o'm," I went from there, om Kenzo stood up and blocked my hand.

"Are you okay.?" Ask worried.

"I'm fine. Thanks for the time, o'm,,"

I ventured a brief peek at Kenzo's cheek, then ran out. I heard Kenzo call me, but I didn't mind.

She's already turned me down to be her sugar baby. I'll look for a sugar daddy somewhere else I've never been.

At least my meeting with Kenzo who was short, slightly reduced the burden of sadness that for one month I was quiet. Lastly, I cried in Nicho's arms.

As I walked out of the apartment building, I ordered a taxi online.

I exhaled a rough breath. I was gonna beg you until Kenzo wanted to be my sugar daddy. But I can't embarrass myself any lower. It doesn't matter if it's Kenzo who should be my sugar daddy. I'll find myself at the night club. I'm sure there are a lot of om - a striped nose om who is ready to make me as his sugar baby.

Sorrow this is my life. If only mom and dad could take a little time for me, just accompany me to chat and get out, surely I will not be lonely like this until I have to damage myself by peddling myself to men who are married.

Rice has become porridge, I am already sick and disappointed with the attitude of those who do not care about my feelings. They can only stuff me with luxury goods that he thinks can make me happy.