My Prince Of Edinburgh's

Chapters 20. Dara The Cheerful.

"Well, is this your apartment?" dara asked as she blinked her eyes.

When compared to his narrow apartment, it might only be as large as the kitchen of this apartment owned by Nicholas. The design is a classic-modern blend dominated by cream color.

"Yes, but I just sometimes come here."

"Oowh, where do you live?"

"Hardstone."

Dara's eyes are round. Hardstone is a super luxurious mansion that is quite famous in Edinburgh. All this time he thought the mansion was a tourist spot that was opened to the public. Apparently, the person who lived there was in front of him.

"Wow!" mummified Dara. He threw his body on the sofa so soft and soft. "You're really rich, huh?" chortled.

Nicholas raised both his hands. He slammed down next to Dara. He noticed Dara's red face. His eyes are soft, and his lips always smile.

And it is very different from Dara in his daily life. Nicholas never saw Dara smile. His face was always serious and fierce when interacting with her. But tonight the girl looks relaxed.

"I was amazed by the world" said Dara.

"Why?"

"There are rich people like you. There are poor people like me. Why not just make it fair?"

"Your mascudine?" Nicholas frowned.

"There is no such obvious social divide. The rich get richer, the poor get poorer. There should be no rich or poor people, all the same, regulated by the government" Dara said.

"F uck Capital ism!" maki the girl. But then, soon after, he returned to his laughter.

"This system's been thousands of years, Dara. You can't just change it."

"I didn't say I wanted to change it. I'm just giving my opinion."

Nicholas looked at his smile. He stepped up from his seat and headed towards the kitchen. Moments later he returned with a bottle of wine and two long-legged glasses.

"Hey, Nic, would you be willing if your wealth were to be shared with all of Scottland's people?" dara asked while taking a glass filled with red liquid proffered by Nicholas.

"Hmmm, tough question."

"See (Yes, right)?" show Dara. "This system thrives because there are rich people who enjoy the privilege. They don't share it."

"Surely they were actually happy to see many poor people. It makes them feel special."

Nicholas. "I don't feel that way."

"Who is accusing you? I'm speaking in general."

"Because, you sound like the leader of the Scottland revolution" Nicholas continued.

Dara took a deep breath. Then check the red liquid in the glass. "This must be expensive wine."

"It's expensive."

"Any, huh?" dara Kikik. "You spend a lot of money on just a bottle of wine, while on the other hand, there are a lot of people who can't afford to rent an apartment. Huff!"

"You sound like an ativist of humanity." Just this time Nicholas was drinking with a woman, and what was talked about was political and social issues. Usually, the woman will scatter to him and ask to be thorned without further ado.

Nicholas also actually knew, his manly instinct was tingled to bring Dara to his room, or just work on the sofa. But strangely, he felt at home listening to Dara's babbling.

Somehow he did not have the heart to touch Dara, even though there was something rebellious in him.

"Nicholas ...," call Dara.

"Yes?"

"How do you look at a woman?"

"Hmmm ...." Nicholas stroked his chin. "There are many types of women. My mother, my sister, my grandmother, my ugly woman, which do you mean?"

Dara clucked. "Women who arouse your desires, you idiot!"

"Hmmm .. I see her as the woman who arouses your desires."

Dara patted her forehead. "just that. As objects?"

"Yeah."

Nicholas chuckles. He sipped his wine glass. "You're terrible, Dara."

Dara speechless. He looked at the plain painted ceiling. His eyes glare.

"You know, the only good thing I've had in my life is, I got a scholarship to Edinburgh."

Nicholas raised his eyebrows. Apparently Dara is the scholarship recipient. That is, the girl's brain is indeed diluted. And he called her a stupid girl.

"My life in Indonesia is a mess" murmured Dara.

Nicholas just found out that Dara is from Indonesia. The third world country is rarely heard his echo, when compared to its neighbors, Thailand, Malaysia and Singapore.

"I'm an only child. My mother's father is divorced. My mother remarried, and so did my father. I live with my grandmother, helping her sell snacks to make a living."

Nicholas watched Dara's story carefully. He could see the girl's eyes begin to glaze over.

"But, before I left here, my grandmother died" she said in a trembling voice.

"Owh, I'm sorry to hear that, Dara." Nicholas patted Dara on the back.

"Well, that's life, right?" kikik Dara while shrinking her tears. The influence of alcohol makes it emotional.

"I know how you feel. I lost my grandmother once, and it hurt a lot. I used to be pretty close to him."

Dara looked at her smile. "It hurts more that your grandmother is the only one who cares about you. I feel like I have no one else in the world."

"But, you made it here, on a scholarship. That's amazing, Dara. You also have friends, you have .. I, your future friend."

Dara looked towards Nicholas. "You? Want to be friends with me?" tanyanya was not sure.

"yeah. If you're willing. You seem like a fun friend."

Dara exhaled his breath rough. "It looks like you're going to be a very troublesome friend."

"Hey, why do you always think bad about me?"

"Oh, the way you interact with other people, it's weird. You're bossy, Nic."

Nicholas scratched his head while grimacing. He gasped when Dara suddenly hit his shoulder.

"I don't want to be friends with you" kekeh Dara. "You'll still be my enemy."

"Ah, I feel very honored" said Nicholas, making a gesture with his hand, like a knight who had just received a task from his king.

"In addition, I hate you because your life is so lucky. I envy you!"

Nicholas let go of his laughter. He could not tell if Dara was joking or not. Clearly, the girl's face looked serious.

"Owh, why am I so unlucky tonight," said Dara as she slid her face over the table. "Why should I see Braden kissing Alison?" She pulled her own hair.

"That's an ugly truth (That's a bitter reality), Dara. But, you should be grateful to know it now," said Nicholas. "You're too slow, Dara. You should have expressed your feelings from the beginning you know. It's too late now" he continued, leaving Dara pensive.

Moments later, Dara's lips swooped. Her tears also shed. "Why am I so stupid" he said, rattling his hair rough.

"Yes, you're a fool. I think you're just good at academics. But, love affairs, you fool," chuckles Nicholas.

"Goddessa ...." Dara added to the volume of her cries while covering her face. Nicholas's words struck him.

"Hey, hey, Dara, listen .. I don't mean to make you sad."

"Slow!" snapped Dara. "Now you're making my grief a hundred and fifty times worse."

"A lot of multiples?"

Dara again added to the volume of her cries, making Nicholas confused. He did not know how to calm Dara. It seemed, all the comforting remarks made Dara's reaction even worse.

"How about I just lend you my hug?" tawar Nicholas's.

Unexpectedly, Dara burst into his arms and continued her crying there, sobbing. Nicholas had to let his clothes get wet with Dara's tears and snot.

To be honest Nicholas was surprised by Dara's unexpected attitude. And his maleness instinct is back in tingling. But, on the other hand, there was something holding him back from doing anything to the girl, other than giving her a hug.

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