Love The Short Girl

At least I'm better

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A teenage Japanese-faced man came out of his small house even far from decent.

A house with a low roof where each wall of the wall looks fragile, dirty, and shabby.

Even the house is very small to live in.

Kazuya came out of the house with his torn-up clothes not even worth wearing.

Where his head is covered by a hat and his hands hold the guitar with strings that have been broken and connected again.

Today her self will be busking at the red light, a job she used to do to be able to fill her little belly.

Netra Kazuya shrank as he looked towards the front, where a girl staggered towards him.

The girl's body is wrapped in mini clothes that make her beautiful body look sexy.

The girl's face uses a fairly thick makeup where her hands carry shoes and bags.

"Yes...!" Lirih Kazuya when the girl's body almost fell onto her body.

"Mkc... Stop ramming Kazuya with this money..." Jiya pulled out a few pieces of money from her small bag and stuck the money into Kazuya's chest.

Kazuya sharpened his two eyes, where he instantly turned his face away as he smelled the alkhol smell coming out of Jiya's mouth.

Jiya was seen standing unsteadily, even several times she almost fell down.

Every morning Jiya comes home drunk.

And every night she would go in sexy clothes.

Jiya's lifestyle has changed. She often wears brended and expensive clothes.

Even every day the girl would go to the salon to take care of her body.

Kazuya is curious about the work of the girl who makes him fall in love.

He was confused by work at night and came home in the morning.

But after following where Jiya went. Kazuya finds out that Jiya works in a club and becomes a female entertainer.

Really when he found out about it his heart was very broken and disappointed.

He never thought if the girl he brought home was willing to work dirty to get a better life.

Jiya willingly sacrificed her body to serve the striped men.

Kazuya also once recalled Jiya, and persuaded the teenage girl to stop working as a comfort woman.

But Jiya refused firmly and said her work now produces a lot of money in an instant than having to be a pickpocket.

Jiya considers what different her self to be a pickpocket or comfort woman, the two are equally bad work.

"Let's take this money Kazuya stops being a disgusting busker right at the red light.. You can buy good clothes... You can buy anything... Don't worry if the money runs out I'll give it to you again..." Jiya said with a proud smile.

Kazuya looked at Jiya piba. His taste he is very sorry for Jiya who has sacrificed everything just for money.

Kazuya took the money that was stuck in his chest. It made Jiya smile happily.

Kazuya pulled Jiya's hand violently making Jiya soar.

"I don't need your money Jiya.. I don't need this illegal money.. You enjoy yourself don't involve me.. Because until whenever I don't want to accept your money a dime.. I'd better be a busker on the streets.. At least my job is a lot classier than being a woman of the night..." Sarkas Kazuya stared low at Jiya.

Before her self did like and love Jiya.

But now there was only disgust and disgust for the girl before him.

Jiya clenched her two hands. He was really angry with what Kazuya said.

It's like this because he wants to live better.

And look at the arrogant look of the man in front of him who is just a street busker.

"Don't Shock your noble Kazuya... You are really arrogant.. Your life is always poor.. You deserve to continue to be a bully... No papa if you don't want to take my money.. But don't forget if in your body flows illegal blood results pickpocket.. My money with your pickpocketing results is the same - just as haram.. So don't be surprised to teach me to be a righteous man..." Reply Jiya no less cynical and then entered the pitch inside.

"One more.. I'm gonna get out of this rotten house of yours.. I'm gonna live in a much better building than this disgusting rat house of yours.. And after I left then our relationship ended... You and I do not know each other.. And for the rent of your ugly house that has been willing to accommodate me all this time.. You take it easy I'll pay for it.. Either you accept it or throw it away.. It's just that I don't want to be indebted to a gem like you..." Jiya continued with her haughty style.

Kazuya bit his lower lip hard, where his face was already flushed red for holding back the anger over Jiya's insults.

"You might think I'm in glorious or holy shock.. But at least I'm better than you.. For pickpocketing problems.. You already know that I've stopped doing the illegal work..." Kazuya stepped his feet away.

He was already very fed up and saturated with Jiya who turned one hundred and eighty degrees.

In the girl's brain there was only money and money.

"Whatever.. I don't care about your lecture being loose...!" Shouted Jiya annoyedly staring at Kazuya's back which was getting away from her.

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Raehan came out of his contract, he was ready with the Milver school uniform he used to wear.

Raehan's face was smiling cheerfully. But every day he was always cheerful.

Raehan locked the door before actually breezed away using his favorite Vespa motorbike.

Earlier this morning Agara had called her and asked to pick herself up at the rented.

But Raehan refused on the grounds of wanting to ride his own bike.

After all he misses riding his tiny vespa.

Of course Agara resigned and did not force Raehan.

Because her self is very stubborn, even Agara can not argue.

The atmosphere this morning was quite cloudy. I don't know, the earth feels sad.

Raehan continues to drive his motorcycle through the streets that began to be crowded with other riders.

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