Not as Dirty as a Black Rose
Roses 08

With a soft voice the Son tried to neutralize the atmosphere.

"Rose, would you like to talk to me? if you're not sleepy." Bring Son

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Rose still silently looked at Son, she still felt awkward with the current situation. Being in a room with a man never thought of him, on the other hand he was also curious about the story of the Son.

"Are you sleepy?" The son repeated his question.

"I'm not sleepy yet, I'm happy to hear your curses." - Seduced Rose.

Now the Rose decided to accompany the Son to chat, while positioning himself to be more comfortable.

"I'm afraid you'll get tired of my story." chuckle Son

"Not going to."

"I was born in Jakarta, went to school there. There is nothing special about my life, because our life is through lack, this life I go through by working hard. My grandfather used to be a hawker with a very small income, while I went home from school, I worked as a parking lot in supermarkets and markets. All kinds of work I've done. From there we can eat, you know our fancy food roses? A telor, for us it's already very luxurious." The son told the story of his childhood.

"Is that really the Son? I didn't think there was such a hard life." said Rose sincerely.

Earlier the Rose thought that people lived just enough. It is not rich but it is not difficult to eat either. For his whole life has never heard of a life so lacking as that of the Son.

"But life always revolves, after I went to college my grandfather got a job offer here, got this farm through a friend who used to work here. Since then, our lives have been a little better. I myself work while in college, because my scholarship is only for SPP and the book I have to buy myself. And you know Roses, I'm just eating super fancy food here." in the voice of the son's slow telling me not to look emotional, while Roses? Her eyes are already glazed.

"Super fancy?"

"Yes, like beef, chicken, goat, even fish. Grandpa and I never eat that kind of food." The son covered his face with his big arms, by telling his past it meant he had to be ready to be insulted again.

"Son, my Roses from now on will serve a fancy superfood every day." The son smiled hearing his wife's innocent behavior.

"Wife?" her inner

The son looked at the Rose, how easy it was to arouse the pity of this little girl. He was really soft and innocent.

Actually the Son also wants to hear the story of the Rose's past. But he was afraid that the rose was hysterical. After all, Roses did not necessarily believe her, so she broke up to return to silence.

The son also now feels strange, why he cares so much about the feelings of his little girl. Like there was a strong urge in him to keep the Rose feeling and want to always see this girl smiling.

Indeed the Son admits the smile of the Rose as clean as an angel, anyone who sees it will feel calm, no matter how angry the person is.

The Son never felt tired of the Roses, for him the Roses looked so strong with all the suffering they had endured.

If the part of the Rose is so important to her, has she fallen in love? He falls in love with his "business" wife. Suddenly the Son wanted a real marriage.

But all that is impossible, the Son realized that a man like himself would not be worthy of any woman. Given their vastly different social status. One is born abundant in wealth and one is in the vortex of poverty, however cliffs and ravines will never unite.

"Fell in love on the night of his bride, what an ironic." Inner Son.

Faintly the Son heard the sound of regular breathing, the girl was already asleep. The son saw the girl's clean white face, Rose looked calm in her sleep.

"I'd better go to bed soon." thought the Son

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MORNING

The son gasped when he realized the sun had risen, he woke up from his sleep and almost fell tripping over the blanket. A blanket? He doesn't remember wearing a blanket.

"Must be a rose, but when? What a concern for my wife" she thought with a smile.

But there was a bit of disappointment, he hoped to see the beautiful face of his wife when he woke up.

"But don't we have a lifetime to be together?" the Son smiled.

When a man loves his woman, he will turn into a possessive man. Now the son understood the meaning of the word.

Crick...

The door to the room is open.

"Away awake?" ask the soft rose.

The rose walked in, towards the sofa in the room, past the Son. The fragrance of Rose perfume makes Putra very eager to pull the girl into his arms, Putra thinks his heart is numb, it turns out the figure of the Rose makes her overflow again.

"I'm sorry bad luck, I think I should take a shower." The son hopes that taking a bath can eliminate his dirty thoughts.

Twenty minutes later the Son came out of the bathroom and saw the Rose busy putting together some piles of paper or whatever the file was.

"Where are you going?" the forehead of the Son is wrinkled.

The son feels unwilling to be lived by the rose, the Son notices the appearance of his little wife. Knee-length black dress with floral accents under her, Sabrina's arms showing her smooth shoulders. Moreover, the beautiful black hair was tied high, adding a sexy impression on his little girl.

"I just want to go to the bank." replied the Rose.

"I'm coming with you!"

With such a beautiful appearance, the Son was not willing.

With long strides, the son walked towards his shabby bag of picking up a black shirt and immediately put on it.

"I don't want people out there saying I'm an irresponsible man, for letting his wife go alone."

"I'm just going to the bank, Son." replied the Rose gently.

"Yes, I'll take you anyway."

The Son does not want to be denied, the Rose can know just by hearing the tone of the voice of the Son.

Though in the heart of the Rose was grateful that the son would take her. In the bank there is a teller worker who always teases her. Finally with a big smile, the rose answered.

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