Loving Prospective Sister-in-law

Lord Self-Serving

Dara bends her lips during the trip. Kris did not want to ask him to talk when he said he wanted to go to his old boarding house. After the car arrived in front of his old boarding house, the man took him away somewhere.

"It's like a rat house, you can find a more decent boarding place to live in" said the man.

"But I'm comfortable living there," Dara argued.

"It's really hard to talk to people at the bottom" Kris murmured.

"What?" dara pretended not to listen.

Krish shook his head slowly. Then they came to a luxurious apartment complex. Kris parked the car in a special parking lot of apartment residents.

"Why are we here?" ask Dara suspiciously. "Do you want to kidnap and sell me to om gatel?"

Kris flicked hard on Dara's forehead.

"I don't have time to serve that silly question of yours. Get out of here or I'll lock you in the car?" kris's orders.

Dara's face paled and stiffened instantly and then released the seatbelt and got out of the man's car. Kris took Dara's big suitcase.

"What.you're gonna take me to live with you? Well that can't happen because we're not married. I'm also a good woman who won't hand myself over easily to men!"

"Shut up!" snapped Kris, Dara immediately fell silent in fear. Kris got into the elevator and Dara immediately moved to follow him. They stayed in the elevator.

Dara saw Kris from the reflection of the elevator wall. The man was handsome but it was fierce and cold. He was also a proud and arrogant man. Still mending Maria's husband, she was gentle with him while Kris was the kind of ice man who lived in the North Pole.

They arrive at the entrance and Kris pushes the door button to enter the door code. Instantly the door lock opened and Kris pulled the door knob and opened it wide.

"Remember the password. Krisna 123" he said without giving any information. Then they go inside.

Dara amazed at the penthouse owned by Kris, this penthouse is designed with a very futuristic and minimalist suitable for those who have a small family.

The room was dominated by white and gray. Almost all home furnishings are black or white and all of them look elegant with a high masculinity side. The long black sofa became the first sight when they went inside and then a painting of ancient women and men decorating the walls of the living room. Kris himself walked to the second floor.

Dara was still admiring Kris' house when the man shouted her name. Dara immediately ran by tightly hugging her bag of money and following Kris' footsteps. They reached one of the bedroom doors.

"You will sleep in this guest room, for a while until we find your new home. Right now I can't deliver the boarding you deserve because I have to get back to Surabaya as soon as possible."

"I can find a place to live for myself" Dara said.

"I won't let you go with a lot of money, Mary it's true that you could be killed halfway. The only way you can survive and I can go quiet is you stay here a while" Kris said.

Dara opened her mouth wide in disbelief that this Proud Lord still had the heart to give her a temporary residence.

Dara could only fall silent while nodding her head understanding the interduction of Kris.

"Because your dirty feet can dirty my expensive persia carpet," continued Kris turned her back on Dara. Dara who was offended, acted like she was about to strangle Kris' neck and Kris could see Dara's movements from the shadows on the wall. He then turned his body to make Dara immediately pull his hand and smiled broadly at Kris.

"I'm kind you don't have to say it because I understand. Okay, I'll go to my room to change clothes and then go to Surabaya again, but before I go I'll take you around my house" said Kris. He then walked out of the room but stopped his footsteps when he reached the door.

"There will be a waiter who will bring you all your needs during the week. You can tell her what you need and you don't have to give her any money. Just save that money to meet your other needs. I don't need it!" kris taunts who saw Dara hugging her money tightly, maybe she was afraid if Kris would take it. Thought the man.

Ten minutes later the man came out in another outfit. He also looks cleaner and fresher. Dara who was looking at the state of her room was surprised to see the presence of the man in this room suddenly.

"I'll go first. You can call me if you need anything." Dara was gobsmacked and her body became a leg instantly.

"It's my card, call my number if you need anything or you're gonna do something you don't understand." Dara nodded her head without letting go of her gaze.

"You don't have to be fascinated like that because I know I'm handsome and attractive" he said.

Dara rolled her eyes lazily. Kris then explains each side of his house briefly to Dara for ten minutes.

"That kitchen you can use but don't forget to clean it after using."

"The refrigerator is empty but in half an hour there will be a delivery of various groceries to you. You can also order food through the intercom in the kitchen, someone will cook it and deliver it here."

"Do you understand?" kris asked worried that Dara would trouble her later because she did not know the use of sophisticated tools in her apartment.

Dara nodded her head in understanding.

Kris then went to the door while carrying a bag behind him and delivered Dara to the door.

"Don't change anything and don't do anything strange to my house. I'll find you a place to stay after I finish all the work in Surabaya. "

Dara nodded her head. She felt like a wife was driving her husband to work.

"I'm going first!" pamit Kris's. Dara nodded her head.

Kris then walked into the elevator and lost when the elevator door closed perfectly. Dara sighed and shouted loudly for a moment. He immediately danced and bernyayi then took pictures and put it on his public page.

He then dropped himself on a wide sofa. And smiled broadly. He now feels how to live to be rich. All this time he only saw on television now he can taste it.

If only all of this were his later, he would definitely feel happy. Thought Dara but it was just a wild dream.