SPD (Daster Seller Sale)
8. Attention

"Cie. cie, who had just called the rich widow," the cry of a girl who sounded from behind him made Dimas throw a rough breath. Dimas was very memorized by this crumbly sound. The voice of the rancid girl who always mocks herself as SPd, aka Sales Daster salesman. None other than Ayana.

Dimas continued to step his feet without caring about Ayana who was teasing him. Making the girl who was carrying a plastic bag filled with water guava was upset.

"Woi! SPd, Sales Master! Very arrogant, anyway! I'm talking to you! Are you deaf?"ayana shouted continuously trailing Dimas from behind.

"Basic sales cocky! Songy! Soaked gaiety!"say Ayana again, but Dimas still stepped foot without caring for Ayana. Let alone stop to respond to Ayana's words. Not even get. Feeling annoyed by Dimas, Ayana also took guava from a plastic bag. The fruit he just bought.

"Basedar cocky! Handsome boy!"say Ayana again. The girl pelted Dimas with the guava he carried with him with a long throw.

"Basic girl is insane!"furious Dimas who felt his back and head being pelted. The man turned his body with a dead red face. Deftly Dimas caught a guava that almost hit his face.

"It's arrogant, grumpy again! Hi. amit-amit, yes!"said Ayana shuddered in horror, then without sin passed through Dimas just like that.

"The base is not sane! If only you were not a woman, I would have beaten you, "dimas held back his emotions, staring intently at Ayana who passed him.

Hearing Dimas' words, Ayana immediately stopped her footsteps and turned to Dimas.

"What did you say? Want to beat me up? You think I'm a weak girl? Try it if you dare!"challenge Ayana after stopping in front of Dimas. The girl turned her head to look at the face of Dimas who was taller than her. Showing an arrogant expression in front of Dimas while puffing his chest.

"You!"indignant Dimas was really upset and furious with the young girl in front of him.

"What?"challenge Ayana raised her chin as her waist-randomized look sharply at Dimas. There was not the slightest trace of fear in the clear round eyes of the girl.

But accidentally Dimas looked at the lips of the girl in front of him. The small pink volume lips with the hemispheres on the lower lip that are rather thick look sexy. Made Dimas swallow his saliva with great difficulty. How does it feel to kiss those tiny pink lips? That's what's in his brain right now, but he immediately brushed aside his perverted thoughts.

"Surge! You little girl! Not sane!"snapped Dimas while pushing Ayana who confronted him.

"Sales bawdy!"peekkik Ayana's.

"Bugh!"

"Bugh!"

"Bugh!"

"Aragh!"

Due to his unfocused mind after seeing Ayana's lips, Dimas accidentally pushed one of the twin hills belonging to the girl in front of him.

The light of it made Ayana round her eyes in anger and gave a raw bogeman on Dimas's face that hit Dimas' lips. Dimas's lip cracked and bloodied. Not satisfied until there, Ayana kicked Dimas' stomach and last kicked Dimas' groin with a powerful kick. The man, who was carrying a bag on his right shoulder and carrying a negligee and chest glasses on his left arm, bent over, grimacing withstood the pain while holding his heirloom that had never even been used to stab the opponent.

"Basic sales pervert! Feel that!"ayana then left Dimas with a dead red face holding back his annoyance and anger.

"Bas based on a girl! Just wait for my revenge!"threatening Dimas still endured the pain at the base of his thigh.

"Try it if you dare!"ayana shouted turning her body to look at Dimas with a fierce face. Then he turned his body back and continued his steps.

"Basic sales pervert! How dare she hold my chest! You insolent!Sales pervert sucks! I should've beaten him to the ground! But looking at his handsome face, it's a pity if made battered. Haiss.. Why do I think that? He's a perverted salesman. It is appropriate if it must be beaten until battered," muttered Ayana all the way to the house of Wulan.

On the other side.

"Loh.. loh. this is the father's daughter why her mouth is like a rat like that," said Mr. Parman who was sitting on the porch and saw Ayana coming home with a gloomy face and lips. The girl who had not felt like she had been living in her house for almost a month.

"Iihh. I even sneered!"ayana protested in a spoiled voice directly sitting next to Mr. Parman.

"Well, you're being honest, you know! Look in the mirror if you don't believe it!"said Mr. Parman who was too honest.

"Or ah! I even made Ay more sprains!"said Ayana wanted to get out of her seat. But immediately detained by Mr. Parman.

"Of course, don't sulk! You are sorry! Go, story! What makes this beautiful father upset to this kind of urgency?"ask Mr. Parman gently.

Mr. Parman's treatment even made Ayana's eyes glazed over. His parents never persuaded him when he sulked. And finally Ayana was crying. Mr. Parman who saw Ayana crying also immediately hugged Ayana. A father's warm embrace that Ayana's own biological father never gave her.

"Cry if it makes you feel relieved! If you want to tell your grievances, you will listen to him," said Mr. Parman sincerely while stroking Ayana's head, making Ayana more crying.

Why even people who are new to him and do not have blood relations with him who even care about him? His own biological parents never noticed him. It's been almost a month since Ayana returned home. But his parents did not look for him at all or just called asking for news and his whereabouts.

As for Mr. Parman, the nature and behavior of Ayana is very similar to the late eldest daughter of Mr. Parman. Mr. Parman's daughter died of dengue fever. The nature and behavior of Ayana who is similar to her daughter makes Pak Parman feel his daughter is alive again in Ayana. Similarly, Wulan and Bu Lastri feel the same way. Therefore, for almost a month Ayana lived in their house, the family of Pak Parman never considered Ayana as a guest, but as their own daughter. Even Mr. Parman's family told the villagers that Ayana was Mr. Parman's nephew.

After Ayana's cry had subsided, Mr. Parman stretched his arms and wiped Ayana's tears with both fingers of his thumb.

"Fathers should be happy! Can't cry!"said Mr. Parman while tidying up Ayana's hair.

"Me, just someone's sprain, sir," said Ayana who had begun to feel calm.

"Who would dare to upset the father's daughter? How dare! Tell my father who it is! Let me look for. I will beat the man who made the father's daughter upset to tears like this," said Mr. Parman with a clenched right hand that was beaten on his left palm that was open.

"'Father does not need to intervene.So the man I've beaten. I just feel still upset," said Ayana who actually did not cry because she was upset with Dimas. But because it was moved by the attention of Mr. Parman that should have been given by his father.

"Good if it's been beaten. Now wash his face! Let your eyes not be puffy" said Mr. Parman.

"Yes, sir," Ahut Ayana moved from her seat to the bathroom.

Mr. Parman took a long breath. Feeling concerned looking at Ayana who entered the house. Beautiful and fun girl according to him. But after almost a month of staying at his house, his parents did not look for him at all.

...🌟"Sounds trivial, but actually the slightest attention is very valuable."🌟...

..."Nana October 17th"...

...🌸❤️🌸...

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To be continued