Pendant

The sedan car was driving in the middle of a deserted road and the cold night, the lavish party had ended and it was now three o'clock in the morning, Seno had fallen asleep as soon as they got into the car, leaving only three people awake, namely the driver, Laras, and Rafan, who were now sitting next to each other in the passenger seat.

Since their return from the party, no one has spoken or asked questions, possibly because they were too tired, but Laras still felt something was off, especially given her boss's attitude, which appeared to be indifferent to her.

She knew Rafan was that kind of person, but for some reason, she still felt there was something strange about her boss's attitude toward him, and for some reason, a bad feeling was felt right now, not just feeling bad, but also feeling bad. The shame was so intense that even raising her head seemed difficult for Him.

They said the eye beads that adorned the heart were real diamonds that could be sold as Laras looked at a white pendant necklace with a split heart shape that was now in her hand.

I've been kissed just for this?.

Laras, for God's sake, hopes to never see Javas again. That crazy man turned out to be not only crazy, but also cunning; in order to win, he justified everything, harming him by stealing My first kiss, forcing him to bear not only the shame, but also the burden of being psychologically shocked.

Oh, no!

If she remembers that man, she must want to curse him for some reason, the man who smugly kissed her for a diamond pendant without even apologizing or feeling guilty. Javas cheerfully shared the gift we received.

Are his lips really that cheap? until he was so rude, let alone asking first before kissing him?! Damn it, he just walked away after receiving the prize!

"How much is the prize?"

Laras awoke from his trance, slid the pendant into his small bag, and turned to face Rafan.

"Yes?"

Rafan exhaled a sigh. "I asked again, what gift did you get?" he said.

"Oooh... mmm... Pendant," Laras answered Rafan's question slowly, slowly, with a lowered head, making his voice even more dim.

Then he heard Rafan's breath while smiling, a smile that irritated him when he peeked at him. "Pendant? Is it true or false?"

"Mmmm..."

"It's definitely genuine; rich people don't give fake goods," Rafan continued when Laras attempted to respond.

However, after Rafan spoke, Laras' heart seemed to be swayed by his boss's words and tone, which were dismissive, arrogant, and seemed arrogant to Laras' ears.

Yes, rich people do not buy cheap items, let alone fakes. He is well aware of this.

In contrast to him, who had to buy imitation goods in order to have a bag that looked like a branded bag, everyone was bullied for not appreciating the work of others.

That I am aware of!

So, why is that?

She knew her current boss was probably thinking about her, kissing men for a present, right? Yes, absolutely.

"Do you have any idea where your dance partner is from?"

What's the matter with you, Huh?!

"You have the right to kiss someone you've just met."

Laras exhaled, reminding himself to be patient and not lose control, despite the fact that his heart was hurting from his boss' spicy words.

Laras could only remain silent, as if he had accepted all of Rafan's words, which had drawn conclusions about him knowingly.

We don't need to explain who we are; if other people can correctly judge themselves, they should know what they should value; that is the principle so far.

"We're going to the office a little late tomorrow, but I want you to prepare breakfast and bring it to my room, I want breakfast in the room," Rafan said, leaning back even more in his chair.

"All right, sir."

"Sir, let us first go to Seno house," Rafan instructed the driver.

There was no more conversation, and only Seno's breath could be heard in the car during the journey.

***

Laras opened her mukena as soon as she finished praying and prayed, folded it, and neatly placed it back in its original place, the makeup on her face still clearly visible and did not fade at all despite being exposed to ablution water. She had just returned home a few minutes before, and when they arrived, the dawn call to prayer was immediately heard, so after taking Rafan to his room, her immediately took ablution and went into room, which was next to Rafan's room, to pray at dawn.

Laras examined her reflection in the mirror and began to remove her make-up with cotton and micellar water, as the make-up wasn't too thick and two cleanings could immediately wash her face.

It's different if the make-up artist does the make-up.

Laras carefully cleaned every side of her face, even the difficult parts like her eyes, and her natural face began to emerge the darkened panda eyes that had been covered with concellar began to appear darker, and the pimple spots on her cheeks became more visible.

"Hah... I'm sure it's getting darker, especially if you don't get some sleep tonight "Laras muttered as he rubbed her eyes, which had turned into panda eyes.

Her gaze was drawn to the alarm clock on her dressing table, which read half past six o'clock in the morning... that's a fix. Her doesn't have time to sleep because breakfast is on its way, and he already has an assignment to wake up and bring her boss's breakfast into his room, whereas Rafan's words say that they left for the office late today, at nine o'clock.

Laras changed clothes as soon as he finished tidying up his make-up and lay down on the bed, her gaze fixed on the ceiling.

"Please come forward, that kissing one, you win!"

The MC's words returned to her mind, complete with the cursed scene that Laras despised, sighing, Laras touched her lips, rubbed them together while thinking about his face....

"Oh My God!"

Laras jumped out of bed and rubbed her lips harder, imitating his nauseated expression from the previous night's events.

Laras dashed to her room's toilet, quickly turned on the sink faucet, and bowed his head while continuing to rub her lips with her hands.

Instead of remaining silent like an idiot, she should have punched the man named Javas in the face.

Her itchy hands wanted to punch the handsome face, but her stupidity held her back and kept it in her heart.

Laras, you're a moron!

She drew back her wish, hoping not to see Javas again. She wanted to meet that man again, punch him in the face, and kick him in the groin with his own hands and feet.

Damn Javas!