Nackal Duda
Dress Replace For Dance

I closed the door to the guest room where Dance rested. I let him stay in my house for a while. It is sad to see such a condition.

I still have a human side as a human being. He needs help, which I might not help him.

I feel sorry for his fate. He was young and his life was hard. I was so embarrassed to have been so bad because of the divorce problem that I did not want to live anymore. What about Dance?

The problem is much heavier than me. His efforts to save his mother's house were in vain. He wanted to be sold by his stepfather.

Turns out there's something more cruel than stepmom, yeah... That stepfather. How can you sell your child to pay gambling debts and buy hard drinks? What a cruel life of the people of the lower classes.

Again I am grateful for my life which I think is sad. At least I have Mama and Papa who live well enough to be able to capitalize my business to the size of now.

Oh yes, I forgot! If Tari stays here means he needs a change of clothes and underwear. A change of clothes can wear my shirt and pants. What about underwear?

There's not a single Tara shirt left. After Tara left, all her clothes I threw away. Same with all his stuff. I want to erase his name from my life, like he has the heart to erase my name in his life.

I knocked on the door of Dance's room. Before long the girl opened the door. "Ep... You I give permission to stay here for a while. I'd like to buy you some change of clothes and em. Sorry I'm not sassy, you used to wear what size? I mean let's not buy it wrong."

I'm sure my face is blushing. Never bought a woman clothes in my entire life. Just this time. I really had to throw away my pride for the sake of my humanity.

"36.... D." answered Dance.

"Oh... 36... D?" I can't believe it. "36 D's? Really?" reflex I looked towards the chest of Dance. "Sorry I don't mean it. "I said groggily. The eyes cannot be conditioned!

I threw away my sight. Waw. 36 D's? So behind the loose T-shirt is stored an unusually large asset? Hm... So curious.

"Yes. 36 D's." Dance repeated her words.

"OKAY. I bought it first. Don't forget to close the door! Is there something you want me to buy?" I was all my might to take my eyes off who was still curious about that 36 D.

"Mh... Can dance be bought mucena and peace?"

"Mukena? Sure I have it." I remember it was in the pile under the closet. I don't use it anymore, I don't know when was the last time I prayed.

"Yes. Can Dance buy meukena?" ask again.

"O... Okay. I'll buy it later. Keep house!" clumsily I left Dance.

Turn on my car engine and go to one of the nearby malls. I bought a bucket of fried chicken for our dinner later.

I put my foot in the department store. I went to the underwear section and chose a bra and cd that suited my taste.

Red color seems good when used with a chest size of 36 D. Hush.

I took three bra stels and paid for it. The cashier and waiter looked at me strangely. A guy buying a bra? I don't know what they think of me, I don't care.

My intention was only to buy a bra, but my step stopped in a beautiful dress patterned with red and white flowers. I'm sure that Tari will fit in with the dress and take off her oversized clothes.

Then without thinking long know-tau I have been at the cashier and bought the dress earlier along with a few t-shirts and pants. Don't forget the order of Dance. I don't know what makes me act so amazingly like this.

I came home with chicken, new clothes, mukena and underwear. This is crazy. Who is Tari to make Duda Nackal like me can do this strange thing

The one I know, Tara was so scared. He doesn't like to be home alone and will blame all the lights to get rid of his fears.

I turned off the car engine and walked towards the door of the house, Dance swiftly opened the door before I knocked. It seems to be waiting for my arrival.

"It! Put these clothes on! Take a shower and get ready for dinner." I gave you a paper bag of the clothes and underwear I bought.

"It... Everyone make Dance?" tanya Tari can't believe it. "This much?"

"Yes. Wear it. You also can't go home to get a change of clothes, right? Could-can your father directly sell you to pimps!" I answered while putting a chicken bucket on the dining table.

I opened the magic com and found that there was already rice that Mama Inah cooked for me to eat. This is what I love about Mama Inah. He finished his work without asking much who was currently in my house.

I went into the bathroom and cleaned my body. It felt hard today, delivering Papa and Mama and getting a ban, then talking to Tara and pissing me off, and lastly almost hit the Dance that is now next to my room.

I thought of Dance's request. Making her a wife does solve her problems. But it opened up new problems for me.

Am I ready to rebuild the house?

What did Papa say that dancing was a good woman for me?

I picked up a t-shirt and shorts and walked towards the dining table. Dance was already standing there and tidying the dining table. The dishes are arranged and the rice is also placed on the dining table. The fried chicken I bought was on the plate.

I stared at Tari who was wearing the t-shirt and training pants I bought. Its size fits perfectly with the curves of its body. I deliberately bought him a dress that fit the body. It feels good to see him wearing a big shirt.

But I regret what I did. I can now see the beautiful curves of Dance's body. Right what he said. His assets are huge. D 36. Waw... It was big and it must have been tight. What if I try it?

I almost swore an upset. Upset at me who has such wild thoughts! I shook my head to drive away those wild thoughts. Don't let me get affected and end up crashing into Tari and putting her in my confinement.

"Dance to eat, Om!" tari opened the conversation.

"Oh yes.. Let's eat!" take me.

I pulled up my chair and sat down where I used to sit. No one's been with me for a long time, except yesterday when Papa and Mama were around. I mean, I used to be alone at this dinner table.

Now there is a dance that accompanies. Although Dari ate in silence, did not make her presence invisible in front of me.

"Ep... Can dance stay here?" tanya Tari broke the silence between us. "Is the neighbor not disturbed? Because in the neighborhood where Tari lives there are organizations that if anyone lives in a house without marriage ties will be raided."

I know he's afraid of being raided by people. I can understand that. "Just relax, it's a little loose. Most who live here are WNA who like to change partners. No matter how security is maintained."

Dance looks relieved breathing. The plate is empty now. He was very hungry and I didn't realize it. "Eat again! This chicken is too much if I eat it myself!"

Dance takes a piece and enjoys it without rice. "Thank you, Om. Dance has long wanted to eat this chicken but never a sampean."

I feel pity. This chicken is cheap to me, but for Dance it is expensive and luxurious. Why is there such a different gap for everyone?

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