I'm (Not) a Cheap Woman

Fear of Dara's Knowledge

Both feet Ark compact to bathroom. The man immediately threw himself into the bath ub. It came back to the surface after a while.

“Why did Nisa just shut up? Should be a female pro player seemed to return my kiss.” He drowned himself again.

Then it appears while stroking the chin.

“He's so stiff. Like people never kiss. How could a cheap woman like Nisa never kiss?”

Frustrated arc squeezes her hair tightly. “This is all because of oma and mama who always ask for grandchildren. Papa was also wrong. Just try it first papa does not suggest abort the womb, Nisa must be pregnant now. If this is the case, I have to make love with Nisa so that she is pregnant.”

He pressed his forehead. “Kissing her lips only I've been lustful. Especially if I do, I may be addicted. Put where my authority if until asking for rations continues to him?”

Arka's logic and feelings now clashed violently. “Why am I like this? Don't-don't, Nisa used pellets to lure me.”

Arka really wishes all just flowers were sleeping. He slapped his cheek hard. “Bigger! It's real,” he said then washed his lips that had been covered with Nisa's saliva.

Time after time

While in the kitchen, Nisa is still sculpting. He who can no longer think clearly pinches his cheeks hard. “Awww sick,” screeches.

What happened between him and Arka just now turned out to be a fact...

Nisa then touched her lips. Still can't believe Arka did all that to her. Surprisingly, his cheeks flushed red as he recalled the kiss scene earlier.

A little stupid, right?

“It is impossible that Brother Arka kissed me consciously. He must be drunk. But there are no strange smells from his mouth.”

Unwilling to get lost in her own thoughts, Nisa takes a knife to shift her focus by chopping vegetables, to mix them with a simple burger that she will make.

After preparing breakfast, Nisa entered the room.

Shortly after, Arka came out of the bathroom, wearing only a bath towel. As a result, bread torn as a result of his diligent ngegym plastered real.

Nisa hurriedly turned her gaze in the other direction. And so is Arka. They were both embarrassed to look at each other after the incident in the kitchen.

Nisa hurriedly went into the bathroom. Arka also hurriedly put on clothes. In order to reduce the togetherness with Nisa, Arka breakfast first. Cus waited for Nisa in the car.

Seberes took a shower, Nisa to the front of the mirror. His hand grabbed the pigment mica lip. Lipstick made from natural minerals, serves to provide a shiny and shiny color on the lips.

He wears a thicker lipstick, to cover the Ark's bite marks. The bite marks, he sat longer in front of the mirror.

***

Upon arriving at the office, Dara was in Arka's room. He brought his homemade fried rice to try to Arka.

“Let's go yes, baby. I had breakfast at home.”

“Ne. I'll check every division's finances here, baby. Lazy to the room.”

“Iya, darling.”

Arka's gaze now focused on the laptop, but her mind was fixed on the incident in the mansion earlier. Unknowingly, he stomped his feet to the floor.

Shortly thereafter...

Nisa comes to bring coffee for Arka. Reflexes, Arka swallows saliva when she sees Nisa's lips. The lips that he had forcibly enjoyed earlier.

“Bir you why?” ask Nisa.

Nisa reelagapan's. “Hah? My lips why Bu?”

Dara sniffed a strange gurgle between Nisa and Arka. He felt that the two people were hiding something from him. “Your lips are bruised because of what?”

Arka's heart pounded no shame. Afraid that Dara might find out that she kissed Nisa in the mansion.

“Because of hot cooking oil, Bu.” Nisa hurriedly walked out of the Ark room afterwards.

“What's the problem, baby? Usually you work relaxed. Why are people so nervous now?” asked Dara who was getting bored to hear the noise of the sound of beating Arka's legs.

“I'm afraid, the.”

“Fear why?” Dara approached, then touched Arka's shoulder.

“Nita's performance may decline due to Farel.”'s departure Arka.

“Oh, so from earlier you were restless because of that? You make worried tau, the.” Dara rests her head on Arka's shoulder.

Arka sipping coffee. Then replied, “I don't want you to think too much. Anyway, how's mama doing?”

“Alhamdulillah, mom is much better now. I want to go home sooner. Can ya?”

“Bby, but you came home quickly for what business?”

“Mau accompany therapy mama.”

Arka clasped Dara's hand tightly. “Spirit yes dear!” said.

***

The hour hand is now approaching the number 12.

“I go home first, baby. Don't forget to eat it until it's over! Come too, anything less. Let my homemade fried rice taste better.”

Arka.

Stay there yourself. At lunchtime, Arka does not go to the cafe. Coz he has prepared a special fried rice that Dara made with great difficulty before going to the office.

Arka is now tasting it. He didn't have much taste in eating it. But also do not have the heart to throw away the food that Dara made with love for him.

Tetiba, he thought to Nisa. The only person who could eat the rest in the office was Nisa. Arka also sent a chat to his wife. “Ke my room now!” her word.

After reading the message from Arka, Nisa stepped quickly towards the elevator. Then went up to the tenth floor, Arka's room must have been.

“Help me finish that fried rice, all reviews it tastes.” Arka's view doesn't move from the laptop.

Right, he was quite traumatized looking at Nisa's face. Don't let Nisa's super-addictive lips mess with her love affair with Dara.

“Where to drink?” asked Nisa when her net only found the remaining Arka mineral water in addition to fried rice which is also the rest of Arka.

“Sana, grab yourself!” Arka pointed to his refrigerator which contained many drinks.

Nisa moved to the front of the refrigerator. Open, take three bottles of drink (two You-C and one mineral water), smile, and then close them.

The drinks were then taken to a table near the sofa.

“Can you spend?” ask Arka by raising one eyebrow.

“Can. I drink water here. You-C later in the workspace. These two bottles are not for all of me, for Thira one.”

“You can hand out drinks there to all employees in this office. Quick, eat the rice!”

Nisa nodded, she began to haul a spoonful of rice into her mouth. Turning to the second bribe, he still weighed the taste.

After the third bribe, he commented. “If in my opinion, the soy sauce is still lacking. The rice would be better if fried longer. For people who like to eat vegetables like me, vegetables need to be added again.”

Arka types all of Nisa's comments, then sends them to Dara.