Nackal Duda
The Plain That Is Not Easy to Lie

"Don't, Om! Don't end! Cici doesn't want to lose Om. Okay. Cici won't sue Om again. But please, don't end our relationship." beg Cici.

I should have immediately ended our relationship, but I also needed Cici to meet my inner needs.

"You've got a job, Ci. Your incentive from selling cars is also enough to finance your life and tuition. You no longer even expect remittances from your parents in the village. And as for our relationship, what is our relationship? We're just business partners. We have nothing more to do with it." I said a little cruelly.

"But Cici loves Om. For Cici, Om is everything. Om is a Cici world. Cici wants Om also reciprocates Cici's feelings. It's wrong for Cici to get greedy and want our relationship to be more than mutually beneficial?" it's smart to reply to me apparently he.

"I don't love you, Ci. From the beginning I only intend to help you and you who offer the same me to give satisfaction in return. So don't ever sue me again, because I'll never give you what you want!" I think I've been clear enough to put a boundary between me and Cici.

I stood up before I turned off my computer. I brought the paper I printed and left my room.

Cici followed me from behind. I locked my room with Cici bending her face.

Cruel indeed I am, Cici has satisfied my desire but I repay him with words that hurt his heart.

I didn't look back and walked to my car. Dance has been waiting for me since.

"Sorry old." I said, wearing a seat belt and started driving my car.

Dance kept watching me but she just kept silent noiselessly. I feel uncomfortable being noticed that way.

"Why?" my many.

"Of... Is that the same thing with Cici?" ask Dance frankly.

"No!" elakku. "I finished printing and sending the draft to an email on my laptop." I held up the paper I put on the dashboard as proof.

"That!" Dance pointed to resleating my pants. "Still open!"

I followed the direction that Dari was pointing at and sure enough I forgot to raise the zipper. I did button my pants and shirt, but I forgot to raise the zipper. Stupid Gnats! You idiot!

"Oh... I peed!" I gave you a stupid excuse.

Dance took a piece of tissue and gently rubbed my lips. I dodged it, but holding the steering wheel couldn't give me much wiggle room.

"Former lipstick Ma'am Cici. Still stuck in the corner of the lip, Om."

I'm losing. Dance like a detective who can see what I'm hiding.

"Yes. I had a little fun with Cici." I confessed, like a kid who was caught buying snacks in the brothers by his mom.

"Day ask, Om less you do that with other women." dinta Dari in a soft voice.

"Why indeed? I always play safe with others. Always wear a protector. With Cici, as you can see. I never fucked Cici, only I received the service she gave me." I said in self-defense. Again like a child who is afraid to be loved by his mother.

I can't believe Dance is smiling. "Later if you are married to Tari, Om does not need to wear protection again. Om free. Dance is never touched by any man, so Dance is clean and will not transmit Om disease In sha Allah. What Mbak Cici is doing will also be Tari doing. Um please reduce the habit of Om."

"Ehem!" I cleared my throat to wet my throat. "We go to the Mall first. Your clothes are gone. No need to go back to that house. All of your belongings were also discarded when the owner bought them."

The smile on Dari's face faded, changing with a sadness that he could not cover. There may be many memories in the house that still imprint in him.

"I'll accompany you to that house. Who knows if the owner still keeps your belongings!" I was heartless and tried to comfort her sad heart. "But later, not now. His condition is not possible. Your stepfather might hold a grudge and can act recklessly because you dare to fight him. Staying in my house is a safe place for you."

Dance nodded obediently. "Tari just want a picture of Mom. The rest is just shabby stuff that will make Om's house look ugly later."

I rubbed the innocent girl's hair. "I'll hang out there, okay?"

A sweet smile again adorns the face of Dance. "Promise me, Om?"

"Promise!" I hooked my little finger with her little finger. "Now we go to the Mall and shop for your everyday clothes and offerings. I'd also like to order a kebaya for you and a suit for me."

"Today, Om?" Dance doesn't believe what I say.

"Pending it today. If married, immediately. My mom and dad are going to Jakarta soon. For that we prepare the necessary items."

Unexpectedly, Tari embraced my arm and struggled spoiledly at me. "Although our marriage is based on the principle of please help, but Tari is sure that Tari will love Om in the blink of an eye. Om a good man. Anyone who has left Om is a losing woman!"

I smiled to get a sincere compliment from him. "If I'm good, there's no way I'm divorced by my ex-wife" I said bitterly and quietly but Dance heard it. He was still pampered in my arms it was natural to hear every word that came out of my mouth.

"Dari be sure, the woman has now regretted her actions. Unfortunately when it happened, Om was already the husband of Dance. Won't Tari let go so easily." How confident did he say that? Never mind, I don't have to ruin his happiness.

I parked my car in the available parking lot. Kuajak Tari entered the Mall and his norish face immediately made me smile.

"Have you never been to the mall?" my many.

Dari took my hand as if afraid that someone would take me, because since then there have been the eyes of girls who glanced to tease me. Tari's instinct could read that hers was threatened to be approached by another.

"Earlier. But it's not just the Mall Ramayana Robinson. Mother used to invite Tari if you want to Lebaran, buy Dance new clothes and new sandals. Usually the Carvil brand sandals that he gave. That's also if THR Mom comes out."

"What did your mother work for?" my many. I also wonder about her life story.

"Mother is a religious teacher in one of the State Elementary Schools. If Dad was just a job job. My father died of an illness when I was a child. She married my father and died three years ago. My mother's pension was spent by my father on gambling. I have to work to support myself and pay my father's debt."

It's so sad to live dance. He was young but he had already endured his life. He deserves to be polite and his religious knowledge is good, his mother who taught him all that.

I picked out some clothes he liked. I removed the great clothes he chose. "If you already have a husband no longer need to wear oversize clothes!" I said.

"That means I can buy that shirt, Om?" The seductive thin red lingerie pointing dance is complemented by a lacy bra and pants that make me fantasize wildly in an instant.

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