Don't Be Ferocious Dong, Non !
Basic Male
POV, Miss Dias
I have to get you, you bastard,
You're stepping on my pride, but you're bringing hope back,
You hurt my heart, and then you came to ask for forgiveness,
You lower my dignity, and you give me seduction,
You think I'm gonna melt, I'm sorry I'm always stuck,
I'm not that easy to eat your sweet-tasting mouth, though,
I was determined to hurt you first and then bring you down,
The hurt woman is easy to forgive but will always remember,
How naive of you to think I'm weak, you depraved bastard!
(Capital, 2020)
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My name is Miss Dias Hardiyata.
Commonly called Nondi by my family.
Or Miss Ma'am, by my employees and customers.
I don't know why I was named that way,
But it contained the prayers of my parents, that I would always be a 'Miss'.
I am the youngest of the Hardiyata family of three brothers.
Our family runs Retail and Banking business.
My current problem, at my age of 27 this year,
I'm in love, I'm in love,
For the first time in my life.
The name of the man I love Danar Sanjaya. The youngest son of the Sanjaya family is indeed a low profile. Rarely does his picture appear on the internet.
There are some photos during the gathering or grandlaunching, but crowded. So his face was not very clearly visible.
Even when we were planned to be betrothed, the party did not give us this Danar photo. He said he didn't want to give her a picture.
His social media is unknown, and from the Jade Company there are only photos of him while he was still in college. The photo was also used for annual reports, name tags, linked in, and others.
Photos while in college? Wow, it's been a long time. There was probably about 10 years ago.
How mysterious Danar is.
But I fell in love immediately.
I'll have a husband!
I looked at his eyes, his nose, his mouth, his jaw.
I bought a paid app to estimate what his face would look like plus 10 years. And when the results came out, I fell more and more in love.
It wasn't her good looks that made me fall in love,
But there's a magical power that I feel when I see it, like there's a shadow of the future.
Our family planned a meeting within the next week, I desperately took care of myself and bought some pretty dresses.
I trained my smile, I straightened my hair, I also learned about the Sanjaya Family business.
I was so excited to meet him at the time.
But, uh,
He never came.
He disappeared.
And he can't be contacted.
Even worse, a short message appeared that he canceled a unilateral matchmaking.
He broke my heart.
I hate all the men in this world.
I couldn't smile when I met my male client, who was about the same age as Danar.
My voice started to rise, I started to judge everyone, it felt like nothing was working right in my eyes. I even fired my driver and chose to drive my own car because I hated men. I don't want to be alone in a room as narrow as a car with a man.
I was really traumatized.
Back then, I felt like the ugliest, ugliest woman in the world.
Then I realized that I couldn't keep falling apart, when I saw the company I was leading started to lose money. Some deals floated up because I was considered haughty.
I forgot for a moment that I was working in the finance business. A friendly smile is one of the keys to success. Excellent service is our trick for smooth cooperation.
I got depressed and finally felt like what I was doing wasn't right. But my heartache has not yet recovered.
I started buying provocative, open and sexy dresses, which was not really my style at all. I wanted to boost my confidence, and punish all the men in the world for seeing me, and then I ignored them.
And suddenly, he showed up...
The insolent!
He even went undercover and proposed to be my driver!
What is the purpose?!
No one recognized him, but I knew it was Danar Sanjaya, from the paid app that he had just installed.
I growled, though,
I want to scratch his face!
He was grinning and wandering around our house!
It took everyone's heart,
In a short time he was familiar with everything, even with Haidar, my brother, who was notoriously fierce!
I was determined not to heed it.
I acted fiercely towards her, I scolded her as I pleased, whatever she did in my eyes was always wrong.
But I stopped to reveal his secret. I wonder, what would that jerk do in my house?!
I also want to know, why is his attitude towards me different than the others?
With my sister, Princess, she was gentle and generous with a smile, with my mother what else, very friendly and polite.
But with me, though,
His cynical gaze always swept over every part of my body.
His attitude was cold and cold,
Often he acted like he was.
Sometimes he doesn't listen to me,
As if he underestimated me.
Cynical and fake.
Am I that ugly in his eyes?
Does he want to make sure that his choice to run away in an arranged marriage is true?
On the other hand, on the other hand,
He wants to improve our working relationship with our family,
So with his manipulative attitude he infiltrated.
I know it.
You depraved!
Ah, but...
I still love him.
Although my attitude is this, arrogant and arrogant towards him.
I still like him.
I couldn't help but choose to sit in the front, next to him as he drove my car.
It's so fascinating, though,
The movements are elegant and manly.
All parts of his body were created carefully.
I like it, though,
As he held the steering wheel of the car with his right hand, and the other hand perched casually on top of the gear stick,
I like it, though,
As he stood waiting for me with both hands tucked into his pants pocket and leaning against the car,
I like it, though,
When he was acting suspicious he silently looked at my chest or buttocks with glittering eyes,
I like it too, though,
When at the corner of his lips was stuck in a cigarette and his perverted smile looked at me while imagining a slob, he said,
I like it too, though,
Stamp it with low cleavage, miniskirt, red lipstick blush...
But slowly all was answered.
About his purpose in disguise, about his attitude toward me.
It's hard to believe he was interested in me, too.
It's also hard to believe that I've misunderstood him all along.
Then... At the moment,
I'm feeling worried.
Is this man next to me... A psycho?
He always smiled at me.
I think again, that smile of hers appears when I nag her, she said,
Or banging him, or,
Or slap him, please,
Or throw it with things around me.
I thought he was smiling because he was challenging me, like saying: was it a blow or a caress, Miss? How weak are you?!
Turns out...
Wait, I'm gonna check something out.
I read an online novel about when the woman intimidated her male lead.
I think I can practice it now.
If he's happy, fix it! He's gone mad...
"Here you are" my hiss as I leaned my body towards him.
He looked at me suspiciously. But according to approaching.
I grabbed him by the neck, and I put my nails into his skin deep.
He's strangled, he's strangled,
Then look at me, then,
And grunt in disbelief.
But, while smiling.
"Seriously, Non?!" hisses. But he didn't seem to be in pain. Not even preventing my hand, not even restraining my movements either, not even shouting rejecting me.
Why this guy?!
"You have a disorder, right? How do you think I'm happy to check?"
He just looked at me.
There was something on my mind, I said it straight away.
"It's not your job to let me be violent for feeling guilty about me, is it?!" my many.
If it is true, just use it to the maximum.
"Maybe so," he said, frowning. Blood dripped from the skin of his neck.
"Hehe, is that all you're capable of?" He challenged me? Goddamnit!
"I can scratch you even deeper" I said.
"Please," is the answer
He really underestimated me.
Now I am afraid of him.
Fear of not being able to control myself to torture her more.
It seems like he's even willing to hurt me.
Fear of not being able to control my body not to kill him.
It seems that maybe that was his hope.
Fear not tired of revenge against him as well as love for him.
It seemed, she also had the same feelings as me.
Should I get you, Danar Sanjaya?!
