Womb of Rebutant
Sold for money

"Here's the money and bring the girl to my face!"

"Sure Sir! Later tonight I'll take Risma to your place!"

"Good!" the man smiled smirkingly looking at these two middle-aged people before him who were extremely agile with money.

So crazy to want to be rich, they both willingly sell their own niece to a striped man.

They both came home happy. "That's.. It's happy! We are Sir! We're rich sir!" exuberance

The middle-aged man smiled, "Is he rich? All this because of that damn kid! You know this, why didn't we sell it before? Can we really be from before?"

"Hooh, that's right! But it's okay! All ibi money will be used to buy a house, a car and also for Fandi's tuition." His reply confirmed the middle-aged man's words.

"But that kind of money is still lacking ma'am. Not enough to buy a house or a car. Not to mention Fandi's tuition fees. Must need a lot of money, ma'am." He said to the wife who was thinking about her husband.

"He, okay. Then we have to find another victim. Only one person did we offer and accept Risma?"

"You mean, we should sell Risma to another man again after the job is done with that old man?"

The wife nodded and smiled sweetly at him. "That's my husband! Do you know our plan?"

The husband nodded. "OKAY. Later in the afternoon we look for two more men at once who want to accept the former Risma." The two laughed together considering their plans later that night that would sell Risma to a striped man in order to become rich and make his two children become successful.

Hid.

Family base less acidic. They deliberately sacrifice a girl for their ambition to get rich.

I don't know what will happen when Risma finds out that she was sold by her biological father's sister just for money.

Her night.

Pluks.

"Astasghfireullah!" the nine-year-old girl who had just come home from work was surprised that her aunt threw a plastic crisp in front of her.

"This is what Bi?" ask her to the middle-aged woman who is now sitting sweetly in the rattan chair of her living room.

"Wear it! You have to meet someone tonight! Fifteen minutes from now!" his fierce strangeness made the young girl terjelak startled and immediately ran towards his room.

Arriving in the room at the end of the kitchen, he immediately opened the black crackle.

The deg!

The deg!

"I-this?? This what? Why do I have to wear this shirt?? Where the fabric is so thin again! Like a flour filter has a Auntie! Asterghfirulah.. Where am I going to be dressed like this??" he said while turning back the flour filter shirt.

"Hisma!!!"

The deg!

It is common for her to listen to her voice if her two cousins are not home due to college and work.

If both cousins are at home, His aunt would be very sweet to him because she did not want to see her two children sad and disappointed because of the treatment of her parents against her cousin's sister who had been orphaned since she was twelve years old.

Risma gave a rough breath. "If you want to be angry, please! But I won't wear such translucent thin clothes!" Be firm with yourself and get out of the room at the very end near the kitchen.

Risma came out wearing her Shar'i clothes. In front of her Aunt, Risma called out to her.

"Come, Bi. I'm ready!"

The deg!

"Risma!!!!!!!"

Huuff...

My ear forefelt!

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