Nackal Duda
Dance Request

Tara's face looks flushed holding back anger. My words turned out to be spicy to the point of making it all his might to hold back his emotions.

"I don't want to know the truth. Just wanted to make sure that the woman had to be better than me." Tara said in a trembling voice.

"certain. I chose my partner wrong and I made sure that I would not be wrong again in choosing." I replied. "So what to talk about again? If not, I'll go back to the office."

"You... Why keep avoiding me?"

I smiled cynically. "Then what do you want me to be like? Smile continues? Always follow where you go? Do you realize that the relationship between us is over? More precisely, you end! You cheated on me and you sued for my divorce! Have you forgotten?"

"I mean we... We can still be best friends, right?"

I'm laughing now. "Friends? With yuu? What benefits? Ha.ha... As long as you know yes, there are two types of friends in my life. True friends and friends with benefits." I raised my index and middle fingers and bent them like I was making quotes. "You know what I mean by a friend with benefits?"

"I...."

"Yes before. I gotta go. Oh yes one more, if there is my special friend who came out of my house you should shut up. You don't have to tell me about my mom and dad. No need to bucket and tell stories as if your life is the most true and holy! It's my life, and it's none of your business anymore!" I stood up and left Tara alone.

I hit the steering wheel of my car hard, evaporating my heightened emotions. What does Tara want to try? Stir me up to Mama, show off my affection in front of me and now even want to be friends. Crazy indeed! He thinks my heart is made of know what? Soft and easy to crush just like that!

I drove my car to my biggest showroom. I was shocked when someone ran in front of my car.

Ckiiiiiitttt

I stepped on the brakes with lightning fast. Oh no, did I hit anyone? Die me!

I got out of my car and saw the situation. A girl fell in front of my car. I checked his condition.

"Aren't you okay?" my many. The girl's face was covered in hair.

The girl nodded.

"really? Going to the hospital for a check?"

The girl raised her face, now who I hit.

"Dance?"

I was surprised, not because of the Dance I hit but I was shocked to see her battered face. "Why you?"

Dance burst into my arms while crying hysterically. "Huaa.... Om.... Hua.l..."

I'm panicking. What if his crying provokes the arrival of citizens?

"You're okay, right? Could stand? Let's get in my car!" I helped Tari stand up and opened the car door for her.

Sure enough, the people had started to gather. I could have been beaten by the people if I didn't take quick action.

"I know this girl. Excuse me!" I ran to the driver's door and hit the gas. It's impossible to take Tari to the showroom. It could attract the attention of my employees and cause rumors later.

I decided to take Tari to my house. Tara's car is parked in her garage. I wish He hadn't seen Dance. Dance's appearance this time can make Tara strangely prejudiced to me. Why did I think about what Tara was thinking?

Hut the door to Dance and let her into my house. "Come in!" take me.

Dance according. He went into the house and his eyes looked at every corner of the house.

"Sit down! I'll get you a box of P3K and some water!"

Dance sitting on the couch. I shut my door shut, don't let a super-cop neighbor peek.

"Why is your face like this? Not because I got hit by my car for sure!" I opened the P3K box and looked for cotton and Betadine. "Drink first. Let's just calm down."

Dance take a warm sweet tea and drink it a little then put the cup back on the table.

"Lift your face! Let me treat the wound!" I put Betadine on a cotton pad and then applied it to her white and smooth face.

I wonder how his face can be smooth and smooth when where might he have money for treatment? To live everyday is difficult!

On the edge of his eyes was a slight bruise, just like on the periphery of his lips that was slightly torn and spitting out blood. He didn't answer my question.

"Your stepfather did it?" my guess.

Dance nodded.

"Why did he do this to you?" I smeared a cotton swab of Betadine to the outskirts of her aunt, making her grimace at the pain.

Instead of answering, Dance returned to crying. Her tears down made her beautiful eyes look sad.

"Well, how is it even crying? What is the story with me? If I don't tell you a story, how could I possibly know?" I took a tissue and wiped his tears.

"Om sure can help me! Help me, Om. Help me!"

"Please in what form? If I marry you, I can't help. I don't think I want to marry again." I said firmly.

"I.... I'll be sold by the Father. "tari's back crying. Her crying was so heartbreaking and heartbreaking.

"sold? Sold how? He is your father, yes even though he is a stepfather but still he is your Father! Maybe just threatening! How could he possibly be that same you!" I can't believe what Dance said.

Dance even cried more and more. "Om just don't believe me, why would I lie? I've lost everything. The house that was as strong as I could maintain was already sold by the Father in order to pay his gambling and drinking debts. Now, you even sold me with a pimp. "

"Yes you ran away dong! You can refuse it! Report to the police!"

"Because I ran away that's why I got all these bruises on my face. Report police? Is justice on the side of a little guy like me? Won't do! Justice sided with the money like Om!" he said full of emotion.

"Calm down first. Drink back his tea." I said.

Dance wiped her tears and drank the tea back. Now it is calmer.

"Oms. Dance please... Please marry Dance, Om. Protect Tari from the cruelty of Tari's stepfather. Only Om can Dance please. It's up to you after marriage to treat Dance like anything. Mau Om make a maid, slave and a tool to satisfy Om, Dari willing. Dance does not want to be a PSK who peddles his body to other men. Dance, Om, please. Dance please...."

Now I am in a struggle. My human side began to thrash, defeating the demon side that had been so powerful to me.

I raised my face and looked into the eyes of Dance who was deeply begging for the greatness of my heart. I couldn't wait to look at him for long. He was so fragile, so in need of help.

"Please Dance, Om. This time alone, then Dance will devote herself to Dance for Om..."

I'm galau. I'm worried.

Marriage is not what I think it is today. But this girl needs my help.

"I'll pay for all your debts!" my break. Two hundred million is not a big thing for me.

"Father will keep selling Dance, Om. You even introduced Dance to her friends. Dance will be a bet if you lose gambling. If Tari is married, you will not dare to disturb Dance again. Dance Om Please... Pl-please... "

Help by marrying her? How am I going to have a marriage based on pity?

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