STEVA'S PASSION

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In a 5-star luxury restaurant downtown, there appears a beautiful girl standing haughty in front of her lover who is sitting snobbishly leaning on the back of a chair.

The girl named Steva began to take off one by one the jewelry she was wearing, which slowly attracted the attention of people who were also eating there, even the restaurant was seen crowded visitors tonight.

"You'll regret it, Stev," said the girl's boyfriend, Malvin.

"I'll regret it for the rest of my life if I still stay by your side, Mr. Malvin," Steva replied boldly.

Steva has finished removing her diamond earrings, necklace, bracelet and ring. All the expensive stuff Malvin gave him. He put all the jewels on the table in front of them.

Missing a smile at the corner of Malvin's lips while looking away. Then he looked back at Steva from toe to head with a look as if insulting.

"You forgot? With all this you're wearing?" as if affirming to Steva that the goods he bought were not just the jewelry. But also all the objects that are currently attached to Steva's body is the purchase.

'Glek.' Steva swallowed his saliva rough, Steva's chest was painful, as small as this turned out to be the man he loved all this time?.

Steva began to take off his heels one by one, then he put them on the table, he then took off his coksu-colored blazer, leaving the interior of the tanktop, Steva put the blazer on the table again, covering his high heels.

Now Steva was really the center of everyone's attention after he took off his blazer, and he moved to open a tank that was colored in line with the color of the blazer.

Steva's hand trembled as she opened the tanktop up half to just below its upper interior, revealing her sleek and sexy pure white belly.

Steva's chest went down and felt a great tightness, he would be humiliated. But his self-esteem is much higher. He does not wish to remain with a man who blatantly divides his body and manhood on*****other women. Steva stopped, hesitating to keep moving to remove the tanktop.

"Why stop? You can't do it, can you? You wouldn't be able to live without me, Steva," said Malvin imperiously staring intently at Steva who was already in tears.

"Just accept all the circumstances that have happened, and you can still stay in my house, enjoy all the luxurious facilities from me, and...," Malvin who returned to speaking after Steva just kept quiet when Steva actually opened the tank.

"Well, why did the girl take off her clothes?"

"Maybe she had a fight with her lover and all the things she was wearing were her lover's gifts."

The atmosphere of the restaurant became a little crowded because the visitors were talking about them.

Malvin stared intently at Steva who had solemnly stripped off his tanktop, leaving a cream-colored B.H wrapped in his chest that puffed up and down into everyone's spectacle. Malvin wants to be angry, but he holds it back, he doesn't like to be denied, Steva has to be in his control, and Malvin will see to what extent he dares to act.

Steva just silently stared at the angry Malvin nanar, Steva's tears one by one fell wet on the cheeks.

"The pants are a package with the blazer, right?" Malvin was silent. He didn't want to embarrass Steva, he just wanted Steva to fall, according to.

The dossiers are getting crowded. And Steva took a deep breath, giving a little air to her chest cavity that felt very tight.

Steva raises her head, she doesn't want to be a weak woman.

"Can anyone borrow me clothes?" steva shouted with a trembling voice.

Silence, no one answered, neither the visitors nor the servants. Malvin smiled more and more cynically at the helpless Steva.

Steva nodded, well, maybe he lost and would really embarrass himself tonight, but Steva could not stand it. He prefers to save his self-esteem that may not be left alone.

Steva moved to open the buttonhook of her pants, she looked down, but suddenly a man came by putting his XXL-sized black coat right on Steva's face to block her view.

The shocked Steva stopped unbuttoning her pants and she grabbed the suit open it from the face. But when Steva could see, the man in the black shirt giving the suit had already walked out of the main door of the restaurant along with some people behind him, Steva could not see the man's face, only his stocky back, though covered in a shirt, began to drift away and eventually disappeared from Steva's sight.

"I think there are still good people in the world" Steva told Malvin as she walked to the toilet, taking off her pants and wearing the suit that the mysterious man had given her.

Steva then put his pants on a pile of things on the table that he was wearing earlier.

"I don't have any possessions compared to you, Malvin. That's why I appreciate my heart and love so much. I will not let someone like you betray that purity of my love. I do live in a mansion, but it's nothing more than a bird locked in a golden cage, oh, or not. It's still too beautiful, maybe all this time you just thought I was no higher than the degree of a dog you fed and you kept me obedient to all your commands. Then listen to me, Mr. Malvin. I don't want that kind of relationship, my love is too pure for me to give to someone like you. So I prefer to live free even as a wild cat eating the remains in a garbage can, I choose to go." Steva uttered each verse with emotion and emphasis.

"This underwear and this bag are my own money. Good night." Steva grabbed her sling bag and she took a quick step away from Malvin.

Malvin just stared intently at Steva who was already out the main door of the restaurant.

"Let'sah!" it felt like Malvin wanted to overturn the table in front of him, but his mind was still running normally, and he just brushed his face and hair, then he contacted someone via cell phone.

Steva walked barefoot down the sidewalk of the downtown street tonight, crying as she pleased along the road without a destination. Steva grabbed the suit she was wearing, held it tightly in her arms, the cold spread all over her body, her long straight hair and darted back in the wind.

"Basic fool. How can you love a man like that, Steva? He's even worse than Dad. Idiotically. Idiot." Steva cursed to herself all the way.

"Aaahh?" peeking little Steva, his foot on tiptoes hurt, the soles of his feet bleed, Steva accidentally stepped on the shard shards. He sat on the sidewalk looking at his wounds.

"Ah? Shh?" Steva grimaced in pain pulling out a small, stuck-up bell. Blood is getting more and more.

His tears were flowing more and more, not only his heart and feelings were injured, now his legs were injured.

Steva was confused, she had no place to live, so where did she go? To daddy's house? Not likely. There she will be sold as a comfort woman.

'*Ciiitt*.'

A car stopped right in front of him.

"Do you need help, miss?" a man sitting in the steering wheel spoke to Steva after the windshield of her car door opened.

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