
"Life is a choice
wherever we go
it's all destined."
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"Stop ... don't be as careful as they are. Not that I'm more attractive than him."
I also approached the horde of men in black clothes. Although there was a fear of trembling but how could I possibly have the heart to let my sisters be touched and carried by those men.
All eyes looked at me from top to bottom. Wherever no man may be tempted by my charm, with a crazy and tall body posture. My white skin is like marble. Brownish black straight hair waist. And my face is covered in thick eyebrows lashes, my nose is slightly pointed and I have pink lips (pink).
"Bring him in too!"
That voice rattled my body. Don't, don't be weak .. strong .. I must be strong lest they touch Dewi and Sri. But how I had to fight them 6 people were all stocky and sturdy but one of them was bothering me. The man in black and the white shirt approached me. The tall, brown-eyed man like the caramel touched me, short of me blowing my ear and whispering.
"Astagfirulloh .. What kind of brother would exchange his sisters for money. That's how low our self-esteem is" I cried in my heart.
"May I make an offer."
"What!?" said the man while glaring at me, a caramel-eyed man and a jaw filled with beard feathers.
"Be-Be-Free them as much as I-ap I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-m-I-m-I-I-I-m-a-nothing for you," I said nervously.
Lonely silence now rules my residence.
This house is the legacy of the late father and mother.
Only this remains as memories all have been sold by my brother.
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