
The room of the beautiful girl looked chaotic with clothes strewn on the bed. Dara was changing clothes before leaving for her lecturer's house, she tried some dresses in her closet, there were even some dresses with price tags that were still listed and removed from the box-shaped object
Today, Dara wants to look feminine different from usual, it's because this morning she saw Almira who wears a dress looks so beautiful, graceful, sexy, and mature. The girl also wants to look like her brother, especially today she and her friends will go to the house of her lecturer who once praised her beautiful. Which woman does not flower when praised as beautiful by the opposite sex, and that's what's happening to Dara right now.
Dara pecked herself in front of the mirror, she even twirled her body to see if the dress matched her. Her eyes squinted at her reflection, but, a moment later she shook her head while taking off the dress and throwing it on the bed.
"Why doesn't a dress fit me? why when I wear it is not like mbak Mira, it looks more beautiful and charming with the curves of the body that fit. Though lately I've eaten a lot, but everything is still the same, nothing has changed from my body, haishh." The girl rattled her hair in annoyance.
Dara took the other dress and tried it again, then felt her own breasts while looking in the mirror, she felt hers was not like Almira, she said, while the dress she wears will be very suitable if the size of hers is larger than now, according to him.
Dara scratched her head not itchy, then stung a silly idea on her pretty head, she said, he opened the drawer containing his socks and took the pair of socks and then stroked it and slipped it inside the bra he was wearing to make it look more contained than before.
A smile was plain on her beautiful face, satisfied even though it was engineered, she even pranced happily because she felt she looked more mature now. Dara grabbed her bag, ran down the stairs to the garage because Freya and the others had been waiting since at the lecturer's house.
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Then he greeted with a cynical smile. "My handsome son, have you forgotten your mother?" tanyakanya. "Or not this useless woman who forbade you from coming here?" Show him to Almira, he is Ratih, the mother of Wira.
When the atmosphere became awkward, Almira who was treated like that her guts instantly shrieked, her knees felt limp, impulsively her legs stepped back, taking a step back, luckily the Hero who was not far from him swiftly embraced Almira's body to stay upright where he stood now.
"Of course not Mom, my wife often invites me to come here, only lately I have difficulty dividing time, right, baby?" Wira blinked one eye giving a code to his wife so that the atmosphere again melts.
Almira nodded thinly. "I-iya Ma'am, sorry.pardon us." He tried to let out his voice despite stuttering and his throat was choked.
Ratih glanced at Almira with a cold gaze, then refocusedly looked at his son.
"Follow to the upper room for a moment, there is an important thing that you want to talk about," he ordered Wira as he stepped away.
"Honey, wait here and enjoy the dishes, I won't be long." Wira rubbed the top of Almira's head affectionately then passed away following her mother.