Young Master's Choice

Tongue Sharp as a Syllet

"Lantas, why did you bring me home here if you didn't care?" dhira asked not to understand. Why not let him go, why force him to go home.

"You still have to pretend, until I get what I have to get." Sheen with her calm face, but still looks so cold.

Sometimes it is also surprising, why so many women who make it as a dream man, do not they think about the attitude of the cold and indifferent Hexa? They probably won't stop idolizing Hexa before feeling what Dhira is feeling. Inner torment, plus irritate every day, and the severity, although all felt, even can not give resistance, can only submit and obey.

Dhira just does not know, that actually Hexa is what he has made a fog, does not want until he leaves and makes everything feel empty.

"Master, may I ask you a question?" Now Dhira's tone of voice swallowed, hoping that Hexa would not get angry if she asked.

Hexa just turned her head to look at Dhira without a word, actually also waiting, the question of what makes Dhira face so serious.

"There are a lot of women waiting in line to be your partner, even just to pretend they would be willing to do it, but out of the many women out there, why did you choose me?" ask Dhira seriously.

"Oh, so you're telling me that you're not happy if I choose you, are you?"

'Well, why is it wrong again? He tried to choose a word so he wouldn't get angry.' Dhira scratched his non-itchy brows, perhaps a form of reflex that occurred while he was thinking hard.

What else would he say to change his question with a more subtle word? It was really the Hexa, a man, but her disposition was so sensitive. Angry is unclear.

"Mmm, that's not what it means, sir." Dhira tried to correct his speech, but instead his brain felt gray to say the next sentence.

"You don't have to feel that you're too special, just a comfort woman, what to be proud of? After getting my money, then you want to run away? You can't possibly want to say that your money hasn't been transferred to your nanny, right? What date is it now, lie if you don't receive money from selling yourself."

The nanny Hexa refers to is a madam, a middle-aged woman who enjoys all the proceeds of Dhira's self-sale, but Dhira never thought at all that she sold herself to Hexa, receiving money from madam he did not want, would not touch it.

All of a sudden, out of nowhere came a tight attack on Dhira's chest, he had a little trouble breathing in hearing a word of comfort spoken to him.

Dhira could not accept being said to be a comfort woman, because she was not such a woman.

Even overnight in the brothel was never.

Sold by his mother, he was taken away by Hexa that night.

Where does the word entertainer come from? However, neither can accept it just be silent, can not fight because Hexa is the ruler in the house. She can what?

After all Hexa knows about her being sold, and has never been bocked by anyone before the man came, then there is nothing that Dhira can blame other than her mother who has the heart to sell her own child.

"Dare not speak again? Wh why? Was my speech wrong? Oh, I think you're offended that what I said was the truth." Hexa chuckles cynically.

It was a pretty fatal insult, to whoever the sentence was uttered, with even the comfort women, they would also feel hurt.

"Enough, Sir. Can you take care of your words? You don't realize your words contain a baseless insult?" Now Dhira began to dare to defend his dignity and dignity as a woman who is still holy, not as what Hexa said.

"Unfounded? Have you forgotten where you came from last time? I even remember the clothes you used to tease me." Hexa again smiled pettyly, making Dhira even more annoyed.

'tease? When did I tease her? Was it while marching with the other woman? He thinks I used that outfit to tempt him into being interested and picking on me? Ck, so naive. I never even expected to be chosen.' Dhira's heart was already beginning to fret.

However, however, there is still a good side chosen by Hexa. At least he will not be chosen by any man who wants to satisfy their momentary desires.

So far Hexa has also never been rude to her body.

Only her tongue was so sharp that it pierced into the deepest part, it was also what made Dhira never able to fight, let alone to make the man angry.

He should be grateful, because indirectly, Hexa has saved him from the striped noses out there. However, the words of Hexa had really made him lose control to dare to answer a few words.

"Recover your strength, tonight we will travel again." Looking at Dhira's rundown face that said nothing, he felt a little uneasy, instantly realizing that he had so much to say that it might have hurt the girl.

However, he also finds it difficult to cover up his annoyance and anger when Dhira tries to escape from him.

If Dhira could be obedient and obedient, perhaps he would not say such a painful thing either.

Hexa came out of the room afterwards, she could not bear to look at the woman's sad face for so long. It was as if there was an order that came out of nowhere to stop saying spicy words again in front of Dhira. Even a little moved to apologize, but he instead brushed it off quickly. That would embarrass him. Like licking his own spit.

After Hexa's body disappeared before her eyes, Dhira immediately released the tightness that bound her heart, through the clear water droplets that came out on both eyelids. They fell down heavily without his permission. Everything was uncontrollable until his cries reached as much as he pleased.

An hour later he came out of the room after being satisfied to drain his tears in there.

"You crying?"

Jeez, half-dead shocked when Hexa suddenly confronted him with a question.

This man, already an hour had passed, did he continue to stand in front of the room for an hour? A little silly, isn't it? But that's the truth. He is reluctant to leave before seeing Dhira come out of the room in good condition.

If you want to know what Hexa did in front of the room, she was thinking, sorry or not, huh? He is proud to do so, but if not done, fear that Dhira even hates him. For some reason he was so concerned about whether Dhira would hate him or not, he felt unwilling to be hated by the woman.