Loving Prospective Sister-in-law

Self-worth

Dara pegs herself in front of the mirror. He wears a white shirt with short sleeves and a denim trouser. Although its appearance is simple but its model-like posture makes the clothes look good.

She started dressing naturally and naturally. It was rare for her to use cosmetics because she was fond of it if the cosmetics she bought with her allowance would quickly run out. After she swept a blush on her face she started to peck again at her face. It is not difficult for him to decorate because he is used to decorate his younger siblings when they will do the race or stage. He also worked as a cosmetics salesman. So that he has the skill of applying makeup that he learned by self-taught.

The final step is to wear an expensive handbody with a seductive rose scent around the neck and hand area. The handbody he bought by spending a quarter of his salary as a shopkeeper.

He could have bought perfume at that price but he fell in love with the scent. In addition, the handbody can also make the skin look more glowing.

Suddenly the door of his room was knocked by someone. It looks like Chris. He was surprised to see the clockwork still showing at half-three in the afternoon. Why did the man arrive early?

"Why are you still long. I didn't have long to go" Kris said knocking on the door again.

Dara immediately opened the door to the room to make Kris surprised. Dara looks different, her white skin looks shining. The red color of lipstick adorns her small and sexy lips because it contains and splits in the middle. Many women are willing to operate on her lips to get lips like Dara's.

Dara only wears a body-fitting shirt and bright blue denim pants with a tear on her left thigh. Not sexy but her beautiful curves are clearly visible. Makes Kris hold her breath.

Her long, straight neck was perfectly exposed as her hair was tied high up. The smell of her soft body stirred up Kris' maleness soul. He swallowed his saliva. Looks like he'll be dizzy being close to that woman.

His memory of Dara's swaying this morning began to flash in his eyes

"Master, let's go, let's go" Dara asked.

"Call my name! The Master said it didn't look right for me," said Kris, who sounded humble when he usually looked very arrogant. He gave me space to walk first.

Along the way to the parking lot, Kris steals a glance at Dara who is walking in front of him. Dara can see it from a mirror or glass throughout their journey. But he pretended not to know.

"Wear the seatbelt" Kris ordered Dara. Dara then complied, she was wearing the belt.

"Actually if you're busy, you don't have to take me away" Dara said.

"I made a promise to Madam Maria" replied Alehandro starting to run his car.

"I'll tell Maria if you're so busy and ...." Kris's sharp gaze made Dara's tongue stop to say something.

"You're living alone and I don't know what's going to happen to you outside with that kind of money. If that happens no one knows you're hurt or even dead because you don't have a family to look for you!"

Dara turned her face out the window. What Chris said is true. But it hurts.

"I just want to make sure you're safe" he continued. Dara looked towards Kris.

"Thank you" he said, smiling wryly.

"Where are we going?" kris asked after they entered the highway.

"In the direction of Bintaro" replied Dara. They fell silent again. The atmosphere felt stiff and awkward.

"What are you planning to do with that money?" ask Kris.

"I want to rent a shophouse, the top for my residence and the bottom for a place to sell. I want to make a food stall with a concept like a cafe. Although the place is not big but I hope the people who will eat there feel comfortable."

"Do you not want to open a business in the mall?"

"You know this sounds stupid but I only have that money and that's my only chance of getting a decent life and moving forward" Dara said. From his speech looks independent and persistent nature that is not much owned by a boring rich woman. Think Kris.

Kris pulled the corner of her lips up smiling but her heart was sliced at Dara's words.

The money was one month of his salary but for Dara it was his entire life. Kris took a long breath.

"If you may know, would you tell me a little bit about your life?" ask Kris. Dara looked at Kris and clenched her lips tightly. He then turned his head back towards the window looking at the densely packed streets of the capital.

"Nothing special. And not an entertaining story. Enough I know how I went through a cruel and tortuous life," he said bitterly.

They then fell silent in each other's minds until without feeling they had reached their destination. Dara shows a shophouse in a densely populated area. The shophouse looked unkempt and many thugs were sitting in front of the shophouse. Kris who had just seen the shophouse was directly running his car again.

"Why do you walk again, that's the shophouse I'm going to rent!" shout Dara.

"It was too small, the place was very uncomfortable. Not strategic and ... ."

"You have no right to give your opinion. You promised to drive me but you have no right to forbid what I'm going to do!" dara yelled annoyedly clenching her hands down.

"Because I mean, '" she was cut off when Dara yelled at her again.

"You don't know how I'm supposed to skimp on that money." Dara's white, clean face was flushed red and her eyes had condensed.

"His rent for three years will cost sixty percent of that money and I also still need money for tools, for shopping and spare money for the next few months of my life. Because it takes a lot of time to get the results of the culinary effort," explained Dara full of emotions.

Kris sidestepped his car and removed his seatbelt. He sat facing Dara.

"Silence Dara! I'll help you make your dream come true but follow my instructions, okay!" kris exclaimed to make Dara speechless, glued.

"Why?" ask Dara.

"Because I feel sorry for your life, you're satisfied!"

"Pity, Hem!" Dara smiled sinisterly then her body leaned against the chair and looked ahead.

"I don't want your mercy because I know that nothing is free on this earth. You know what I'm afraid of?"

"What?"

"You asked me to serve you as payment!"

"Your imagination is too high Dara. You're not my taste" Kris said, starting to run the car again.

"Tasteful or not, we don't know because even ugly women look attractive when they need it! Believe me I know how to gelagat men like that," said Dara.

Kris' throat suddenly felt dry He swallowed saliva to wet his throat. He was interested in seeing Dara but that does not mean he has a hidden intention when he wants to help her.

"Damn!" kris in the heart. Just this time he was humiliated by a woman he considered to be low-leveled.

Dara is an orphan who struggles amid the rigors of life. He left the home because he was about to get harassment from one of the male caretakers. Her face similar to that of an artist made many men ill-intentioned to her that she had to endure to maintain her honor and pride as a woman.