Dating Contract

CHAPTER 240: FEMINISM

- POV Author

"Mr Artyom, please forgive my father," Lala said as her food became bland and stopped eating.

However, a few seconds later Daniel pulled the plate and finished it, Lala was silent her mind was confused not knowing what else to say to her former boss in order to grant the request.

"Lala, you know, there are some things we sometimes can't change, even if we want to."

To hell with you Daniel, you treated my father with wounds on his body. You're not human. It is the same as Ars. You're animals, oh no, innocent animals. You are the killers! (Lale )

"What do you mean?! you want to kill my father?"

" ... " Daniel's eyebrows shot up one, he twisted the noodles with Lala's used fork, the last round and devoured it casually, "It could be." Daniel was able to catch the grit of Lala's teeth and the woman's two hands clenched on the table. "You know, I'm so sick of Alen."

"Where's your promise to help me?! Are you the head chef I've ever known?" Lala swallowed the saliva and the toes clutching at the foot of the chair, the blood on her chest seemed to boil and ready to spurt soaking into anyone around her. I don't know, he really wanted to get angry and vent it. Had enough patience all along.

Daniel caught the woman's hand trembling perhaps by fear. "Yes, here I am. Don't make me angry, because I'm going to throw you guys into a pack of snakes and the worst thing you know? I'll shoot Alen in the head in front of you" Daniel grinned wickedly, making Lala stand up and grabbing the dirty plate from in front of Daniel.

"I'm so disappointed in you Daniel," said Lala coldly beside Daniel before he sauntered into the laundry tub.

Daniel clenched his hands, cursing himself because he cared for the woman, indeed he used to be amazed at the innocence of the woman, whether from when, since meeting Kevin in the Lala boarding house, all seemed to be upsetting.

Especially since he destroyed the cost of an Lala, and will take Lala at that time, but Lala was never seen and then Kevin thwarted everything and attacked behind his old headquarters.

Then he infiltrated Bella's headquarters, acted as a sandra and turned himself in there, to just find out. And there again Kevin, again Kevin's men almost killed him, but lucky since then he got to know Kevin's men and tracked him up, and find the two strongest clans under the auspices of Kevin, which is more surprising the man is already married to Lala even to the point of having three children and coincidentally or himself a collapsed durian crucifixion, finding the existence of Lala on the island of Java and was in a divorce case, which was even more surprising there was a child.

At the same time Bella sends an email inviting her to join Bela's plan, out of nowhere the woman gets it. And it all becomes very easy due to the presence of a baby boy named Vino. Bella knew very well that it was Kevin's weakest weapon. So, the plan changed a little. It is time for execution.

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Salt air between the rain. Pasting through the open glass window in the family room, a little shivering but the smell of the sea and rain can really relax the hoses of his brain that has been wrinkled marut. This should be a lot of fun. His heart is going to meet my father. It feels amazing, even two years more have not heard his voice let alone met.

Staring at Damir's hand, who placed a yellow mini-car inside a circle of black rails circling the buildings of a miniature city, he smiled at Damir who gave him a blue mini-car to play with.

Glancing at seven o'clock, the sky was overcast as Ars came and peeked at Damir's cheek. Lala avoids looking at Ars, afraid that the man is embarrassed by last night's incident.

"Can you make coffee?" ask Ars with a colorless voice, like a lifeless voice.

Standing up without looking at Ars, "i'll make it."

Back with the coffee I glanced at Ars playing with Damir without expression, if this is how he can chat with Ars.

"Have you taken a shower?" ars asked without looking, but Lala believed the question was aimed at him because there were no adults other than him and Ars.

For Lala maybe Ars also did not look at him who still wears pajamas. If the man sees her not wearing a dress, he should know that he has not taken a shower. Or it's just a stale base.

"Madam, follow me," Ars in his brown robe carried Damir, arriving at Ars's room, the man opened the white closet and fiddled with the colorful clothes in the closet, then pull up one very exclusive beautiful shiny blue shirt. Lala widened her eyes, only to realize in Ars's grasp that it was a woman's outfit.

Lala could catch Ars smiling at the shirt as if the man was smiling at someone, the man sipping the shirt in the middle and looking affectionate.

"Do you remember this shirt, my dear?" asked Ars, looking at Damir and the little boy immediately.

Lala's heart was like being stabbed by a sharp knife, for some reason, she was so sorry for the boy, she was in that position.

"Can madam wear a mamah suit?" ars asked softly and Damir nodded, while Lala glared while his neck was choked and his chest hurt.

Yes, for Lala, how can the clothes of someone who has died should be worn. One, honestly he was afraid of being bullied. Two, he's very uncomfortable if Ars makes himself like a robot.

"Madam is beautiful, madam will wear mamah clothes, Damir likes mamah clothes, Damir likes madam," said Damir, the boy even looked at Lala as demanding.

Well, you see, Lala swallowed the saliva, if you think about whether Ars used his own son so that he followed Ars' orders. Lala's chest rumbled increasingly upset, wanted to be angry but could not, or this was used to ask for forgiveness for father. Oh, Mother Damir, I'm sorry.

"Take the madam," said Ars again without the color of the sound not even seeing it, but Lala rushed to grab it without needing to argue. And Ars sorted again, now the man took white shorts, Lala's eyes bulged, nose and lips twitched.

"No, Mr. Ars. I never wear that, and I never will" said Lala firmly it was very short, maybe a thigh, it was a shame that a woman of her age should wear such clothes, again, because he never wears it outside especially in front of men other than Kevin, yes, of course, when he was a couple.

"Didn't I have seen it all" murmured Ars.

"What?" Lala's eyes turned left, right, and left again, thinking of Ars's words, what he saw. Then in front of his own son said that ... Lala squeezes Damir's mama's shirt.

Ars smiled at the pants, but moments later the smile faded. "Hi madam, don't just, you hurt Damir's mother" Ars said in a tone that Lala believed was sad. Lala's chest trembled, apparently Ars silently noticed it, immediately Lala stroked the shirt so as not to tangle.

"Sorry."

If you do not want to hurt Mama Damir, why, to the heart of telling others to wear it! (Lale )

Ars shrugged, "right, yeah, Tyoma can be a pleasure to see this," Ars' eyes widened and Lala caught Ars' lips slightly pursed forward.

"Let's see, "Ars put shorts in the closet, and pulled a white span skirt, Lala estimated knee-length.

Ars immediately gave it to Lala and immediately closed the closet without allowing Lala to answer again. "Prepare, there's no need to smear your face with anything, I don't like lip dye," Ars said, leaving Lala in the room, "And shower here, fifteen minutes." Ars closed the door, making Lala's eyes turn and stop in the sky, as if there was a video replay Ars.

'no need to stain your face with anything, I don't like lip dyes'

Until Lala cleared those words.

"Your business if you don't like it, it's none of my business! My lips, my faces, why you're the one who's crumbling, oh Mr. Ars! just be careful if I get kicked tonight! I'll sue you!" His hair became goosebumps. "Oh, my dear Damir, I'm sorry, please tell Mr Ars to release my father?" glancing to the right and left, the feeling became unpleasant.

Lala shook her head, she stared at the dresser, and there was a bottle of female perfume that she knew was exorbitant with citrus scent mixed with grass mingled with sweet fragrance, he tried it once from his college friend in Cambridge who was rich and a lover of luxury goods. "oh .." It seemed to belong to mama Damir.

Ars words kept ringing in his head, anyways in this room there is no makeup equipment.

Looking at the reddened face in the mirror reflection, now he is very different from the calm look.

Strong impression, feminist, untouchable and very high women, want gender equality, do not want to lose to men and stand on their own feet, just because of this clothing. Incredible, so he thought this outfit had its own power, so he became carried away wanting to voice a female voice.

It seemed that this outfit brought itself to be strong. And she had no doubt that Mother Damir was an extraordinary woman.

He wondered why this waist size was so fitting, not even loose and not tight, this felt comfortable.

Borrowing Ars' comb, Lala tidied her hair until Ars came and in the mirror reflection the man looked very deep as if there was a wound even it was able to stab at the point between Lala's chest, under his payu.dara, very sick, not even himself who experienced it, but why.