Underwear

Chapter 1

Chapter 1

Hi introduce my name Vika Putri, today I am exactly 20 years old. Entering semester III, the leading University in the city.

I'm proud to be studying in the city, with a scholarship. Because I'm an accomplished kid at school, so I can feel my feet in the city.

By majoring in Economics I dreamed that someday I could work in large companies like the people he saw on his neighbor's TV.

I struggled to finish my college so I could make Dad happy later in the village.

I have a father who works as a farmer. Mom left me a long time ago when I saw the world.

Mother's face that I can only see through a picture frame makes me sure that I am beautiful like Mom

“Aaaaa, wet.book me wet” rush I stand drying my wet lecture book due to water flush from someone

“Heii cupu is still noon, have daydreaming. You're in a trance, good we-we're aware of you, Haaaa”

They again!! one of them was Korry Carolina. Korry was the son of the college rector, always he and his friends bullied me.

I ran away leaving them there still laughing because they had bullied me again.

Not only that, but once they bullied me during the break and lecture hours.

No one would dare help me, if I was being bullied. Even the lecturer shut his eyes that Korry and his friends were making a fuss in the classroom.

Sometimes I just keep quiet when I'm treated badly by Korry Cs. I don't feel good about college.

But remembering the message of the Father when he was in the village at that time made me have to survive in the campus. Pursue your dreams, do not break up in the middle of the road. That's the message my father remembers.

Since the bullyan is never endless, I am no longer strong. From that moment on I quit college.

And start thinking about work alone, with the stock of High School I go in and out of shops, restaurants and markets. But no one wants to recruit me.

When sitting in a stall to buy a drink. I saw there was a small shop that sold some cloth.

Vika started thinking about trying to sew **********woman because she used to be a SMK majoring in Fashion.

Buy some cotton fabric and buy manual sewing supplies. In his room Vika starts cutting those fabrics and makes a pattern according to the size of the ****** *****.

Because of the little capital so only ************ which Vika made from the fabric he bought.

At 2 am Vika finished her stitches, tired and sleepy approached Vika and lay down her thinly-bedded body.

Tok.shock.

Vika woke up because her bedroom door was knocked from the outside. With heavy eyes, he opened the door to his room.

“Ehh Mother I think who, sorry bu Vika bad luck wake up.” Vika said and let Mother go in.

“Tumben Vika?usually go to college in the morning. No college schedule? Ask Kost's mother who entered Vika's room. Looking at Vika's messy room full of cotton cloth scattered about.

“I want to sell mom, lecture later deh bu” said Vika while tidying up her messy room.

“Why did it sell, you ran out of Vika money? I told you once that if you were short of money, you could say mother. Too bad the lecture was left” said the hostess who began to sit on the floor that I cleaned from my stitching cloths.

“Thank you ma'am, I've taken it like my own mother. If college can continue ma'am, I want to try ne bu's business. Try mommy to see my stitches, I made her panties” showed the seams to mother kost.

“What is your stitching Vik? Nice and neat model. Can I buy Vik? Coincidentally ***** *** Many mothers are loose,hee” says mother of the boarding house with a smile and chooses the model ****** ********

“Thank you mom, make mom free. Kan I often eat at home mom” said Vika happy because the seams are said to be good with the hostess.

“Don't Vika, it can't be so the name of the sale should not be given free like that, we bargain with other room children deh later yes Vik. I'll promote for you.” Answer Mothers who take a dozen or so**********my stitches.

“Thank you ma'am, I'm the spirit of sewing”

“Mommy take it first Vik, later mother between her money” stand and say goodbye to me.

How glad my heart is, not in vain finish up high night. While tidying up my room and selling, a friend next door came to see my sale.

The ones that came were originally one or two people, now so many came. Even my sales ran out and many were left out.

“Bikin a lot more donk vik”

“Celana in a guy how no Vik, make yes?

“Kabarin if there's more Vik, cheap and nice panties”

Many have already messaged, even asked for *********boy as well. I rushed to clean myself, to get ready to go to the market again to buy stitching materials.

Before leaving I counted my sales, many were also lucky. I want to save the profits so I can buy a good sewing tool so the sewing work is fast too.

Seriate