Selling My Virginity (Selling My Virginity)

Selling My Virginity (Selling My Virginity)
SEASON 2: 18. Not a weak woman.


That night suddenly the cold night wind blew slightly from the previous days. After hearing the explanation from Freeya. Daniel turned and walked away. But his steps came to a halt, when he felt something warm wrapped around his left hand. He turned his head, and it turned out that the warm thing was Freeya's soft hand. He looked at the face of the woman.


“Where are you going?”


“A-”


No time to answer Freeya again cut Daniel's words. He shook his head. A pretty face with bruises on the tip of her tiny lips.


“Do not scold him..”


“What does it mean?” Daniel frowned and said : “Come who?”


“Do not scold the Queen, she is not wrong in this. I was wrong to agree to his invitation, even though I know it is wrong,” he said full of gentleness and guilt.


Instantly the wind blows again, flying Freeya's long hair. When the woman held her head up. His eyes are brownish, appear watery.


“She cried?”


At that moment the world seemed to decay, and the cold wind that blew turned warm. Daniel's sharp eyes shook looking at the woman in front of him. What made the woman's cheerful face suddenly change? Daniel held his lips to say something.


“You deserve to be proud to have a little girl like her. He just doesn't want you to choose the wrong woman, therefore he is so protective.”.


Deg deg deg deg.


When those beautiful eyes shed tears that had been held back. Daniel could not hold back his chest that suddenly thumped. Her hands were eager to wipe away those tears, yet it felt so heavy, she had no right to do so.


“She, shed her tears for, Queen? What exactly does he feel? Why does he care so much about what I'm going to do to you, Queen?”


“Hey, why is your face like that?” Freeya shook the wind in front of Daniel. “Are you moved by my words?”


Daniel shook his head with a faint smile, turning his face away. “Huft, she started again, just now I feel she's a great woman.”.


“You smiling? Very strange and suspicious? What makes you smile?” Freeya poked her body trying to see Daniel's face turning away.


“I'm not smiling, you just misview.” Daniel smiled again but he hid it.


“I said no yes no, so noisy!”


Daniel turned his body and walked into the room. Freeya followed him from behind. With his manyun face and a slow grunt.


“From,” said Daniel while pulling Freeya's Hand.


The woman was told to sit on a long sofa in the room. Then he went and came back while carrying a P3K box in his hand.


Sit next to the woman and say : “Your wounds should be treated.”


Daniel attentively took out a cotton swab and poured the liquid over it. Although it looks calm outside, but actually no one knows that inside his chest is pounding very fast.


“I'm fine, this is just a small wound,” Freeya said.


“Even if the wound is small but must be treated,” said while directing the cotton to the tip of the bruised Freeya lips.


“I'm fine, later disappear by myself.”


“Whispering,” Daniel sighed. “Why the hell, you are always arguing, overconfident, and a hotshot .. I know this must be very painful.”


Freeya covered the tip of her lips with her hands. With a hot face he turned away. Hiding the pain he felt. Not wanting to look weak in front of others.


“This is indeed sick, very sick. But, I am not a weak woman,” her soft witty with a face that is still turned away.


Her chest felt so sore, considering how the men had been rude to her. She always hid her sadness behind her cheerful smile. Living away from family, despite being close to the father. Doesn't make Freeya happy.


Since Arsyad Endrawira, the father remarried seven years ago. Monica, the name of her stepmother, always treated her unfriendly. Even Monica, who is also a widow, brings her daughter who is older than Freeya to live in the house of Arsyad, her father.


Freeya therefore did not want to live with her father, and instead chose to work hard to buy a private apartment. Monica and her son, always make themselves upset and look for his mistakes.


To be continued...