
Tania's eyes couldn't blink when she stared at the contents of the box before her. A few complete clothes. There are bags, and shoes. Rakha, behind his cold and indifference attitude .. turns out he also has a good side.
Tania moved all the clothes in the box into the small closet in her room. He neatly arranged the clothes and also his old clothes.
One shirt looks weird. Not clothes according to Tania, rather nets. Yes, because it looks like a transparent fishing net. It's pink. But strangely this fishing net is shaped like a mini dress.
It was possible that the tailor had not finished working on this shirt, then accidentally sent along with the other clothes, Tania could only guess. Then, he set aside the clothes of the nets and he put it in the bottom fold of the shirt. Because he won't use it.
"Tania!" Call Rakha from outside.
Tania scrunched her forehead. Every time Rakha knocked on the door of her room, the man must have had a certain intention. Tania must always be careful with that one man.
Tania opened the door slowly. As usual, only his head appeared from behind the door.
"What meda?" Rakha asked, her gaze fixed on the inside of the girl's room.
"Can't I have some privacy, sir?" Tania asked back.
"What privacy? You have no privacy in this house, because any part or anything of this house I deserve to know."
Tania grunted violently.
"What are you doing?" Rakha repeated the question.
"Regulate the clothes that were in the box, sir."
"Have you tried?"
"Not yet,"
"Is there a different shirt in between?"
"You mean the net?"
"That's not a net, Tania."
Tania scrunched her forehead.
"Do you not know?" Ask Rakha astonished.
Tania shook her head, because she really didn't know.
Tania looked up, wide-eyed at Rakha. "How could I wear that, sir?" He was trying to protest.
"Follow my orders!"
"But-but, but it doesn't look like a shirt at all, sir."
"Whatever you say! My words are orders."
Rakha passed, Tania just looked at him with a very upset feeling.
Just now Tania thought Rakha was a good person. It turns out .. once the forcible is still the forger! He could have told Tania to wear such a transparent shirt.
*****
Nights,
Tania observed herself in front of the mirror. This pink net still hangs on his shoulder, he has not yet worn it.
Tania felt very embarrassed if I had to wear this kind of clothes, let alone have to meet Rakha in her room.
Tania sighed, her heart racing. He did not dare. His nose squealed. He was really confused how.
I want Tania to pretend to faint.
*****
Tania opened the door slowly Rakha's room, her feelings getting worse. Moreover, seeing Rakha who was watching him from top to bottom, with a look I don't know. Tania could see the man's fleeting smile.
The transparent pink shirt could not cover up her embarrassment at all.
Rakha sat on the lips of the mattress without wearing clothes, to show off her field chest. He only wears short knee-length jeans. With a glass of red in his hand.
Tania knows what will happen tonight. Resolve, that's all he can. He was still trying to cover his body even though it was all in vain, because Rakha who remained free to see clearly all the parts.
Tania doesn't want to remember things like this, things Rakha has done to her.
'I actually am,
Hates this so much.'