The Inappropriate Taste

Chapter 2 - My Rise

🥀POV LIND🥀

Me, Linda Kinanti. A twenty-seven year old woman. I used to take care of myself. I am beautiful, sexy, and adored by many men. I was born into a simple family. But because of the beauty I have, many offers to be a model of clothing sold online.

That's where I used myself to go to the salon and buy beauty products.

I attended one of the top universities in my city thanks to the money from being an online clothing model.

I met a lot of handsome men. Yes, although I am beautiful, I am not matre. I just want to date a man from the ordinary class as long as he is good and certainly beautiful to see.

Many rich men approached me. But they are mostly college badboys. Who likes to play with women. Of course I don't want to date them and be a victim.

However, my attention was on a very handsome man. His name is Roby, an accounting student. He often approached me non-stop. In fact, he always told his quiet friend Dimas to give me gifts from him.

Thanks to his attention, I too was overwhelmed. I managed to get into the seduction so we did what we were supposed to do after we got married.

Our school is only a year away. But the absence of fees and my pregnant circumstances required us to bury the dream of becoming a scholar.

We married a simple event. There is no fancy party like the one I've always dreamed of. Only marriage and thanksgiving invites neighbors. I also had to hear their whispers about me getting pregnant out of wedlock and dropping out of college. They regret me being stupid because beauty is not used to hook rich men.

Ah, bodo time with money. The important thing is that I marry the person I love, Mas Roby.

However, from the beginning of the marriage, harmony never came to our little family. Because what? Because Roby is a selfish person. He's grumpy, likes to exaggerate problems, and calculations on me.

He always gave me some mediocre money for kitchen shopping. Even sometimes I have to owe it to the stall just for the cost of eating. He has given all the burdens to me. He doesn't want to know what needs he needs to meet. What was important to him, he had to eat good food and see the house clean twenty-four hours.

I'm feeling depressed going home with Mas Roby. Even since our first child we named Dion was born, Mas Roby didn't want to help me look after him. He was busy playing his phone. Working as a motorcycle taxi driver but always getting up during the day and working by force. Every time he came home, he never told me how much money he got. He only gave me thirty thousand.

With that kind of money I had to cook good food and also buy Dion's milk. Not to mention the electricity, water, and contract costs I also bear. I want to give up on my life, but my kids? Seeing that his father doesn't care about them, I can't just leave them.