Not the usual Cinderella
Chapter 10

If I meet Dilla, there's gratitude in me. At least my past isn't as bad as his.

She was a cheerful woman, one would definitely not think that the smile of that woman was the way she covered all her inner pain.

I love him so much, if only he were my brother, really my blood sister. I consider him more than a friend.

Cigarettes are beautifully tucked in both fingers. Dilla is an active smoker, unlike me who is passive.

Dilla shifted her cigarette pack towards me, offering me. No doubt I also sucked the nicotine object to just calm the heart.

"Your foot ain't no Dil?" ask me to open the conversation.

"Again pilesir to abroad ma his family," he said with a slanted smile.

This is how our fate as savings, only made a mere impingement.

"He's not a rich ex-boy you know, is he?"

I should have told him about my problem. In fact, Dilla's new life makes me a little curious, because it's been almost two weeks now she has a new Dady sugar.

I only saw her lover from the photos stored on her phone.

A man who is more worthy of being his father than his lover.

As you know, she's old, stocky, plus short and black, so out of balance with the beautiful, sexy and tall Dilla.

Such was the man, despite already having the perfect wife at home, the woman who had accompanied them from nothing, just because given the excess material makes them dark eyes by looking for satisfaction in women out there.

Usually, they argue that if their wives are no longer attractive or more annoying, they will say if the wives are not able to satisfy them in bed.

"Somehow, only now rada ati-ati aja, because the bin is over-protective," he replied while throwing cigarette smoke.

"That means you're often in the living dong," I sneered "Ati-ati loneliness ntar paddy field Lu is dry not clamorous," so our vulgar chatter.

"Vangke! There's also free, small, shabby letoy again," he lamented.

Instantly I laughed out loud, making the other visitors stare at us.

"Songkie!" furious Dilla while turning off his cigarette with sadistic.

"Lu why?" Dilla chose to switch our conversation.

"It's my family, I've followed your advice to counterattack them and reverse the situation, but they have a way to snack me," I complained.

Dilla raised next to her eyebrows, a sign the sexy woman was confused. Almost all the eyes of the man who was here could not be seen towards us, maybe more precisely towards Dilla.

My best friend was indeed wearing a fairly open shirt with a tight black U Can See model that made his chest look very large in combination with his tight black Jeans.

As a woman, I admire her body. It's worth it apart from one Dady sugar, he'll quickly get another Dady sugar.

His life was very rich, but I knew he was lonely. Sometimes I know she misses her mother in the village, wanting to know how her life is, but the extreme pain in her heart makes her come back reluctant to care.

"Bokap you?"

"Hemmm ... Not having my annex, my stepmother will make sure to take dad," I explained.

"Emang benalu tuh sorcery," replied Dilla while chuckling.

"So they can pay rent?"

"Well, that Nayla even wanted to ask Adam to try."

Remembering Nayla's annoying face makes me want to drown her in the sea.

"Let's not help Adam."

"You know, my stepmother stopped by my father how Dil?" I was a little panicked.

"Have you calmed down, where are they going? Must be nyari you."

In addition to living in Joan's apartment, I actually have another residence - a simple boarding house that is quite comfortable and close to the office.

In the car I was weighing whether to go to the apartment or go home to the boarding house.

Dilla had invited him to a nightclub, he said today there was his favorite Dj Marcel. I refused because I promised Joan I wouldn't go to a place like that.

Am I scared? Of course, the man was always watching my movements, maybe even tapping my phone number. So it's better not to get into trouble with him, than this deal never ends.

I drove my car to Joan's apartment, after I found out that the man might not come to me.

Thinking about where Joan went made me sigh, it seemed like my man was spending time with his fiancee.

From the morning the news of the arrival of the country's top model was milling both on television and online media.

His arrival seemed to bring the pride of the country because it has perfected the name of the nation. Truly a proud citizen, of course I am a little envious.

The country alone is proud, what else is Joan and their extended family.

After pressing the entry code into the apartment, I turn on all the lights while walking towards the room.

I want to relax myself by soaking in his bathtub.

While enjoying the therapeutic scent candle that I deliberately went along the bath, my phone rang again, stopping the song that I had played through the playlist on my phone.

I want to not want to see it. A message from Nayla and Adam that dominates.

I read Adam's message first. There my girlfriend was telling me that Nayla was asking her for help with the rent.

Right, that girl is shameless. Which makes me even more furious, Adam regretted my attitude that did not care about him. As soon as my blood boils, it will also return the message, visible on the screen if he is typing.

He added that I should have talked about my family's problems with him, he promised to help me find a way out if I was in financial trouble.

I'm sure Adam would love to help my family, a man who has such an unbearable attitude as himself must always meet people who don't know themselves like my family for example.

I replied to her message so that there was no need to interfere in my matters this time.

He immediately made a video call to me. But soon I refused, I told her that I would dress for after taking a shower. My lie. It is also impossible to say that if I am currently in a bath, he may be suspicious.

A yellow emoticon with blushing cheeks she sent in return for my message.

The pleasure I had felt while soaking in, turned unpleasant again after the message from Adam and Nayla, though I did not read my sister's message at all, and ignored her call.

Tired ...

I want to rest, today my activities drain a lot of energy and also my brain. I don't care about my phone anymore. I obliterated the ring, and chose to break down.

I greeted the morning with enough energy to start fighting the world. A little surprised as a burly hand coiled around my stomach, pulling my consciousness as fast as lightning.

I'm not surprised who the man who sleeps next to me, I know so well only from the smell of his body.

Why is he here? The first question that popped into my brain, even though this was his apartment, it was just that the man said he wouldn't be back in three days.

I should be grateful to be the mistress of a man like Joan, my fate is not as bad as my friends, moreover my fate is better than Dilla who became the mistress of an old man.

The man with the perfect mold of the dream of these women even chose me, maybe I had good in the past life until God met me with him.

Only one who disliked him, his dominant and authoritarian nature made my freedom feel suffocated.

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Tbc.