Your tricky sister

This incident took place a few days ago.

City S is a small town located far from the city center. The Jang family owns a home there that is luxurious and made of traditional wooden structures. The home has a sizable yard with lush-looking plantations and animal farms in the backyard.

Two gorgeous girls are housed there. The family's favorite daughter is the first one, Marisa Jang.

The Jang family looked after Safira, the second daughter, from the time she was a baby until she became a responsible young woman. Safira is the niece of the Jang family.

But a day came when Safira felt extremely worn out and contemplated leaving the Jang family. She packed her suitcase and got ready to drag the large suitcase down the wooden stairs when someone spotted her leaving.

Her face and physique are quite alluring and distinctive, therefore Melisa hurried to get to Safira as soon as she saw her from beneath the steps.

"Where are you going, my sister?" yelled her

Melisa appeared to be sighing lethargically as Safira pulled the very heavy suitcase. Safira briefly stopped and avoided her cousin but they passed each other.

Marisa stepped out of the car right away and was taken aback to see Safira holding the suitcase. She had a lot of questions for Safira but had to wait until she got to the bottom of the stairs.

Melisa fake smiled and said, "Let me ask my question again."

"Why do you have these useless items in your possession, and where are you going?" Query her.

She said, "I'm going to town, I want to take the college entrance exam and try college," knowing that Melisa wouldn't understand her to wish.

She grinned a little when she heard Melisa giggling, but it didn't matter because she was used to her cousin's attitude.

"Huh? You're packing this suitcase and dressing like this to travel?" She gestured at the appearance of Safira, and her gaze was very grating. 

When dealing with a girl like Melisa, Safira must be nuts, the woman thought as she furrowed her brow and took a quick breath. "Is my suitcase and clothes in working order?"

Marisa disagreed, shaking her head cynically and saying, "This is a tremendous problem, my dear." She spoke.

"I'm aware that your fashion sense is the best."

"Yes, everybody is aware of that."

"Okay, then goodbye." Safira decided to depart rather than argue because she had to leave the Jang family's home right away.

Marisa stamps her feet, knowing she must take action because she is in trouble and only Safira can save her. However, she is unsure of the best course of action because losing Safira would cause all of her plans to fail. Safira was pursued by her as she patted her shoulder.

"Why are you moving so quickly when I haven't even finished speaking?" She remarked, grinning, having stopped Safira.

"Were we not sisters, then why did you just abandon me in that manner?" Safira's eyes widened as she listened to her, and perhaps she too experienced goosebumps.

"You are very cool because you want to go to school, and I have to give you a gift. You are my sister, and I support your future. With a confused expression, she raced to her car and asked Safira to wait before returning with a brown bag in her arms."

"How could you leave me? I'm devastated by your choice, but I still stand by you, sista. Also, please check the contents of this gift bag, which is a gift from me."

with a shocked expression, Safira was surprised by Marisa's wonderful treatment, which naturally happens very infrequently when she received a bag from her.

"Congratulations, sis! You are now free to attend classes in the capital, but before you leave, I have another gift for you right here. Even when he took something from his bag that was dangling from her arm, he complimented her."

"Tada!" She pointed the airplane ticket directly at Safira.

Safira became further shocked and fixed her gaze on the airplane ticket Marisa was holding.

"Then I have another gift for you," she said. She repeated herself and pulled out a second one from the pricey neon-colored bag that had been on the show for the last few days. "So this is for you as well?"

A card.

Safira shook her head in confusion. "What did it mean?" She inquired about Marisa's holding a card.

"You are so innocent, my dear. Don't you know what kind of card this is?" Safira's innocence was mocked by Marisa's loud voice.

"What kind of card is that?"

"In the city, there is an accessible luxury hotel room! They use cards rather than keys to grant entry and exit from the hotel." Marisa clarified.

 "Wow, that's awesome!" Safira wonders what relevance this has to be given that Marisa currently has access to hotel rooms.

"It won't be long, so leave your suitcase at home and follow me." She held Safira's hand and handed the shocked Safira the key to her hotel room.

"That is a graduation gift for you!" Marisa had the ideal smile.

"Seriously?" Safira said, approaching her cousin with a look of skepticism on her face. She then smiled sincerely and gave a small nod.

She asked, "No way, are you giving this to me?"

"I'm happy about your achievement, so why not? You and I are related; we have been happy together for a very long time." Marisa murmured while her eyes glistened.

The thin girl was being touched, and for the first time, Marisa had noticed and given her a gift. Safira quickly grabbed her shoulder.

"Is it real?" Safira's eyes began to blur.

"Yeah, I did it, there's one more," you say.

She gave Marisa another, tighter hug.

"Wait! Wait… Don't squeeze me too tightly; you know my perfume is pricey and my makeup is important. Don't allow anything to be harmed." said Marisa.

She said, "Ah, I'm sorry, I was too delighted."

Marisa gave a fleeting smile and said, "Yes, I know." She replied sluggishly

Marisa once more removed the paper bag from her car. She gave her a sizable paper bag filled with clothes from a popular local clothing line.

Safira's eyes widened in an instant. She gazed at Marisa's face with a look of incredulity and inquired, "What's this?" with a confused expression.

"Dress!" Marisa answered with a shrug.

Yes, everyone is aware of that garment.

With a look of astonishment on her face, Safira shook her head. "What is this clothing for, I mean?"

"Let's put on this dress for you!" remarked Marisa "Change your terrible attire; the dress you are wearing will make you both hot and chilled. In addition, the flight schedule is still unclear; your flight is in the afternoon, " Marisa spoke while glancing at her watch.

Safira's body was pushed back up the house steps by Marisa.

They moved in the direction of Safira, who was eager to follow Melisa's instructions in her small room.

She went back to her room, which was in the house's nook and close to the kitchen. She has been residing in the maid's room with the Jang family for a considerable amount of time. "Oh my goodness, where did she get that idea? Thank god she can be kind to me like this! When Marisa finally woke up, she realized I was an orphan." She grumbled contentedly.

She soon emerged wearing a golden, calf-length dress.

"Wow, you look gorgeous. Of course, not in comparison to me." Marisa praised herself.

She agreed by nodding. "Yes, the clothing is great; nonetheless, I would rather retain it than wear it."

Marisa said, "Eh no!" as she was about to re-enter the room, halting her. She asked, her eyes shining; she was just too delighted.

Marisa halted her movement and persuaded her cousin to keep the outfit on. "I refused! You are unable to change clothes. You look fantastic in this dress, and this is fantastic! And. I have called my friend," Marisa insisted, "you will be picked up at the airport, invited to have dinner at a five-star hotel, and even some delectable things, if you want to wear cheap clothes, I will be embarrassed!"

Safira was perplexed and shocked once more.

She questioned, "Your friend?"

"Yes, it was my childhood pal. I informed him that my sister wanted to pursue her education in the metropolis. Then he provides you a ticket and says he will pick you up since he will see you later."

What a shock! After giving it some thought, Safira was astounded by Marisapresenceent this time.

"Who is your friend, by the way? What makes him so kind?"