"Sit here, sis." Clarita looked up slowly. Until she looked at the figure of a young woman."Hi sis, Has anyone been called for an interview?" Clarita asked, trying to be friendly with the young woman beside her. She predicted that the woman would only be 19 years old. It can be seen from her innocent appearance and also from the brown folder she is carrying.“Hi sis, there are already several sis. "There's this much left," she said politely.“This much?” Clarita asked to confirm."Yes, sis, there were a lot more this morning. Oh yes, sis, I'm Deandra; just call me Dean."Clarita returned Dean's hand and said, "I'm Clarita; nice to meet you, Mba."Clarita and Dean engaged in a
There clearly stood two female figures with simple appearances; their heights were not much different. "Who's At?" Bara repeated because Atma did not respond to his question.Without many words, Atma started his car engine and moved to follow the public transportation in front of him. Bara frowned in confusion, but he was reluctant to ask the man beside him. Atma's strong arms gripped the steering wheel tightly, and his eagle eyes stared straight at the transport in front of him as if, if he blinked, the transport would disappear from his sight.Bara seemed to snort harshly; he didn't know where Atma would take him. Moreover, some of the work has not been completed. Now Bara regrets his decision to go to the meeting in one car with Atma; he should have brought his own car so he wouldn't have to get caught in a confusing situation.Unlike Clarita, the woman seemed to be chatting with Dean. After talking with Dean for a long time, she found out that the 19-year-old girl had just moved t
“At!” called Bara, who received a sharp look from the owner of the name. Bara, who understood that Atma didn't want to listen to him at the moment, chose to remain silent and enjoy every romantic scene that might be presented. Clarita limped along; behind her was a girl with waist-length hair. Atma's glass window was not completely closed, so he managed to overhear their conversation. "Sis, who are you looking for?" Dean asked, confused. "Dean won't know who!" Clarita screamed involuntarily. "Yes, that's why, sis. Tell me! If you keep quiet, how will Deanknow?" Dean shouted no less high. Clarita's shoulders weakened; she was restless. Should he tell Dean the truth? "Sis, Dean already thinks of you like Dean's own older brother, even though we've only just met. Dean has told you everything, Sis; you still don't believe it?" "We just met, De." Dean sighed in resignation. "So what, Sis? Didn't you say that you're here alone?
"Mrs. Ranti, give me back my child!"“If you want your child back, pay your arrears first, then take your child. Besides, I need this little child to defend my husband's family property, haha.”Clarita and Dean looked surprised to hear the words of the middle-aged woman in front of them. He didn't expect that someone he thought was good would actually take advantage of him. "Mrs. Ranti can't do this, ma'am!" Clarita screamed in annoyance."What the heck, Cla? You are unemployed and pregnant; instead of being a disgrace, it's better to have your child with me."Clarita's eyes widened perfectly when she heard the words of the boarding house owner, whom she had always considered a substitute for her mother. The 44-year-old woman doesn't have children, but does she have to say that?“A child without a father? Unemployed mother? Rather than having this child grow up with you and just being an entertainer like you, it's better with me;
Clarita looked up and looked at Atma with one eyebrow raised. In fact, she had been holding back from asking that question. Because the woman with the sharp nose was quite self-aware that the foreign man in front of her had saved her from the entanglement of the landlady, who was crazy about money.Bara glared in annoyance at the woman, who was the same age as his younger brother at home. "What was your name? Dean? Isn't it, Dena? Not um."“Dean!” Dean cut in quickly.Bara snapped his fingers and said, “Well, we're not your uncles. We are also not old enough to be called uncles. And we just accidentally passed this street and ran into you. As humans with a conscience, we decided to –““There's too much talk, uncle; please get out. It's late; Sis Cla also wants to take care of her child. Unless… one of you is the bastard who made Sis Cla pregnant!” Dean said it lightly. The young woman seemed to have no fear
Clarita and Dean looked up at a woman who was the same age as her, who was catching her breath after running from her boarding house. "Why, Sis?" Clarita asked quietly.The woman in the factory uniform was still busy catching her breath for several minutes. Dean frowned in confusion. "That's it," she said under her breath."What's wrong, Sis?" Clarita asked gently.She let out a rough breath after that and said, "Your boarding room was forcibly demolished by Mrs. Ranti. She took out all your things and threw them in the boarding house.""Oh, my God. Come on, sis!" Dean said, getting up from his seat.Clarita looked at her interlocutor in disbelief. "You're serious?" Clarita's boarding house friend just nodded fully and patted the shoulder of the woman, who was still wearing pajamas."Thank you; be careful on the road." Clarita looked down briefly and gave a faint smile, as if to say that it was okay.With quick steps, Dean and Clarita
"Why sis?" Dean asked after Clarita didn't continue what she was saying. "I don't have any money, De." Dean smiled, and she lowered the tote bag she was carrying. Then one hand grabbed Clarita's hand, which was hanging freely. "Sis, there's Dean. Sis, just calm down, okay? After all, Dean is looking for a new boarding house. So you don't need to think about that, sis." “But, De… it's still not good, sis." Clarita raised her eyes to meet Dean's shady gaze. Dean smiled broadly and said, "That's fine, sis. Oh yeah, we haven't had breakfast yet, Sis. What if we –“ "No need, De. I'm not hungry, sis. If De wants to eat, De goes first. Em… .” Clarita looked around, looking for a suitable place for her to wait. "Well, sis, just wait there," said Clarita, pointing to the park chairs lined up along the road. “What the hell, sis? If Sis doesn't eat, De doesn't eat either. Besides, you have to eat. Sis is still breastfeeding." After going
"Or do you want me to wear clothes that..." the blonde woman's words stopped when Atma walked past her and moved towards the exit of the boutique."Atma, darling!" screamed the woman wearing high heels, attracting the attention of visitors around the boutique.As if deaf, Atma continued to walk straight, ignoring every scream that came from those rosy lips. Atma cursed the bad luck in his life; he should have just refused when his father ordered him to take care of the new branch of his family's company."Honey!" shouted the woman in menor makeup as she used one hand to block the man's arm.Atma jerked his fingers roughly. His gaze was straight and cold; recently, he was reluctant to come into contact with women. So far, he had always allowed his body to be touched by wild women, but for some reason, Atma was reluctant."Why did you come out?"“Do I need to answer?” Atma replied coldly.“Wow, four words, a slight imp