Turning Hell into Heaven

Women not known

"In addition to a good painter apparently this Miss is also a model huh"

Praise the anonymous man with the greeting 'master' while directing his phone to Dara so that Dara can see the results of their photo earlier.

Dara gave a small laugh in response to the 'master''s praise.

"Women j*****g!!!"

Hardik a beautiful woman with a tall stature as smooth as a casual dress that looks elegant.

Dara and the "master' were shocked and astonished.

"Why Buk?" Ask the 'master'.

"I'm not your mother!"

Ketus woman who out of nowhere suddenly came to ruin the togetherness of Dara and the 'lord'.

"Sorry mother, sister, sister, teteh, aunt, miss, mistress, whose mistress and what needs?"

Ask the 'master' again.

The one in question looked at the 'master' full carefully and then raised one eyebrow that was obvious the results of the frame-stitch eyebrows and cynically said, saying,

"You're a female brond j*****g this?"

With indignation of the woman who is not known of her origin, it widened her eyes to Dara.

Dara's getting sultry.

"Sorry sister besides you, only me and the girl are female. No women j****g as you say"

Which is meant by the call 'the girl' approaching. He was Rani who had been loyal to accompany her master in that place.

"Sad. Women don't know themselves!"

Hardik the unknown woman again to Dara.

The woman whose way of dressing and speaking was inversely proportional took something from inside the bag in her sampir then, she said,

Pleks.

The pile of photo sheets that had hit Dara's face due to being thrown by the woman who railed it was now scattered to the floor.

Dara took and looked at one of them who had fallen on Dara's lap.

It is not the anxiety that makes Dara's heart work extra. Rather a sense of confusion and wonder with the photo in his hand.

'Me and the ice?'

Dara looked back at the photo. He had never been photographed with ice.

Then who can capture images of Dara and the ice with moments like two people are in a relationship that is so intense beyond the relationship between doctors and patients as Dara has and doctor Angga did all this time.

"The evidence is already plastered in front of the eyes to say what else you are a woman j****g disabled huh!"

The words that Dara often heard from Lukman again present a wound in Dara's heart.

"It seems you misunderstood sister"

Dara tried to calm down so as not to ignite emotions.

"Misunderstand? still evasive! hey disabled woman! for the first and last time I warned you yes, Stop teasing my fiancee Angga and just so you know yes we are getting married soon!"

The woman's ruffled her waist.

Dara reached out her hand to Rani while slightly making a gesture of raising her face towards Dara's mobile phone held by Rani.

"Doctor Angga, please teach your fiance about manners!"

Trowels.

The phone connection by Dara is turned off unilaterally without knowing how the interlocutor responds on the other end of the phone.

"Sister fiancee doctor Angga. For you to know and remember until death that I, not a woman j****g! but a Dara Herlambang who even a blink of an eye is not interested in teasing any man because of the principle of my life, an honorable woman is one who is able to make the opposite sex unnerved without having to degrade her own dignity first. And again, the engaged couple should understand the character of the couple and be able to solve the tempest of their relationship together so as not to embarrass themselves with false accusations like you do today!"

Dara emphasized a few words in her speech.

The unknown woman seemed to be holding back anger, her facial aura that had just become more sinister now.

Then without orders or forced the unknown woman passed away leaving Dara, Rani and the 'master'.

'Wow, Dara Herlambang. I'm gobsmacked at you'

The 'master' looked at Dara with an inaccessible view of her meaning while the master's heartbeat raced roaring like carnival.

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