Nackal Duda
Treaty

Stepfather Dance wore an oversized t-shirt on her small body. The body of a drunk who today looks neater because he hopes to get money in an instant way. His eyes showed money, money and money.

The man was about 45 years old but looked older than his age. Maybe because the drunkenness made him older.

The sneaky smile on his face from earlier wanted to make me slap him. How can Dance survive with men like that.

"He's my son! I like it!" he said challenging and provoking my emotions.

"Oh yeah? Your real son? Surely not, where is there a real father who could sell his own son for money?" I said cynically.

"He's my adopted son, so he's my son too!" his voice began to rise, a sign that he was starting to ignite his emotions.

"Oh yeah? Any papers? As far as I know your late wife adopted him with her first husband. There's no name for you in the adoption papers, which means you're not exactly who Dance is," I'm now smiling in place of her stepfather's fading smile.

"Tari will marry me, so you have no more business with her. I as her husband is stronger than you! Still want to fight with me?" ask me with the tone I emphasize.

Now his stepfather Tari could only remain silent. He could no longer answer my words. His arrogant face no longer had fangs.

"Tari is my daughter. I love him with all my heart. Only my family dance is the only one." now the man said with a welt.

I looked towards Tari who was shaking her head. Without Dance, I knew that the man was lying. Although I only knew Tari not long ago, I know this innocent girl told me the truth about the cruelty of her stepfather.

"The Father has paid off by selling the house of his late mother Tari. I'll give you a hundred million and ask you not to disturb Dance!"

"Ha-only a hundred million? I'm asking for two billion!" now the tone of his stepfather Tari's speech is back up.

"Oh of course I will give you two billion, if you are right Mr. Tari. In fact, you are just another person in the Dance life. Someone else who could even sell Dance on pimps! I am not going to be lucky!" my reply.

"Yes, a billion!" his country.

"Two hundred million, more than that I'm due process. I have nothing to lose for not spending money if you go to jail!" I said I don't want to lose a bluff.

The father looked towards the Dance who was hiding herself behind me. He was even more afraid of being under the threat of his father.

"Don't try to scare my future wife, sir! That will make my list of demands on you longer!" my threat.

I looked at my watch, as a sign that I would not linger to spend my time with this man.

"alright. Two hundred million." He finally gave up.

I spoke to Papa's lawyer, "Sir, prepare a statement stating that he will not interfere with Dance anymore! If he does, just drag him to jail with the evidence we have! I will transfer once all the letters have been signed! Excuse me first!"

"All right, sir." replied Papa's lawyer. "I'll take care of it!"

I stood up and extended my hand to Dance. "Come on! Don't forget to wave your hand at your former stepfather!"

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Today's dance is so cheerful. Since leaving his stepfather, he has unceasingly thanked me and thanked me.

She was wearing the dress I bought. Very pretty to wear on his body. She kept braiding her two hairs, making her look like a plain girl.

"Thank you very much, Om! All thanks to Om. If not for Om, Dance's life is still under threat" said Tari sincerely.

"You've said thank you how many times today it's the same for me? I got tired of hearing it!" I said with a smile. Apparently the happiness of Dance also spread with me. Makes me feel happy.

"Soalya Om services very much in the life of Dance. Om asking for anything Tari will give. Dance belongs to Om now!"

I painstakingly swallowed my salivary. Mine? Mililkku dance? My mind has traveled everywhere.

"I have to pick up the files first in the office" I replied as I drove my car towards the showroom.

"Just take the file, right, Om? Not asking Mbak Cici to satisfy Om?" tanya Dance.

"What if I also ask Cici to be satisfied?" I asked with ketus. "You wait in the car! Don't come down!"

Dance held my hand as if whining. "Dance Class. Let Tari do what Mbak Cici did! Dance now belongs to Om. Let the Dance satisfy Om!"

This kid, do you know what he's about satisfying me? But the look in his eyes that were plain and full of determination made me feel confident. He can do whatever he wants.

"Later if you're married. I'm going down first! Don't come out before I come. Don't worry, the windshield is dark so no one will know where you are!" I got off and turned off the car engine. I opened the window and left Tari in the car.

I went straight to the top floor where my room was. Turn on the computer and print out the report I happened to keep in the computer. Not forgetting I sent the report to my email so I could access it from my laptop.

Tok.tok...

Cici lowered her face from behind the door.

"What's Ci?" my many.

Cici locked the door to my room.

"Cici kangen same Om." He walked over to me and sat on the armrest of my chair. Struggling with spoiled as usual.

"I'm busy, Ci." I subtly refused. "If you need pocket money, I'll transfer it."

"Cici doesn't need pocket money. Cici kangen the same Om!" He pulled my face and lowered his face. Poked her lips with mine and started kissing me.

How can I resist this temptation during the day? Want me to deny how it feels to lose? Wong Cici who thrust herself at me, the hell time I refuse fortune.

I said kiss him, even when he unbuttoned his shirt and showed me two nuts. I didn't reject it.

Cici confirmed her sitting position and now sits on my lap. He continued to kiss me fiercely. Forcing me to open my mouth and explore with his tongue.

He had already dared to unbutton my shirt and gently caressed my field chest. His fingers moved more and more smoothly and tau-tau has unbuttoned my pants.

She also started lowering her skirt and wanted to do some unification when I was off guard with her game. But I held him.

"Please Om's... Cici wanted to. "he asked with a sighing voice.

I shook my head. "We'll just finish!"

"Don't! don't fuckin' stop!" He crouched down and started to give me pleasure.

"Ah... Ah.." I also sighed pleasure.

Cici continued to enjoy even though he wanted me to also give him satisfaction. Until I get satisfaction with the service.

He painstakingly wiped my white liquid and kept smiling.

"Million enough?" my many.

"Cici wants Om. Not money!" he said while buttoning his shirt. "Well, when did Om hang Cici like this?"

"Judah let's just end it!" answer me firmly. "Our relationship is only a symbiotic relationship of mutualism. If you ask me to do more, I'll turn it down." I buttoned up my shirt and pants again. I've been in this room for too long, Dance is waiting for me downstairs.

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