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The sun began to wake up from its bed, emitting its rays that erase the dewdrops on the leaves, warming the body from the cold air. The sun's rays streamed in through the gaps in the window. But it didn't bother someone at all, who was fast asleep on his bed.
Leora Adhisti, a beautiful and cute woman who has a face like a doll. Blue irises make her look very beautiful. Leora is the only child of Prayoga Abimana, a businessman who is quite famous in the city. But now Prayoga's company has gone bankrupt because of the actions of his young wife. Leora's mother died a long time ago since Leora was little, her father remarried when Leora was a teenager.
The beautiful woman is still sleeping in her dreams. Leora was off from college today, that was the reason she was still comfortable in the arms of his warm blanket.
Prank...
Pyarr...
A squeaky voice came from below, making Leora startled. Suddenly she woke up and opened her eyes wide. The noise was very disturbing, not just once but many times Leora heard it.
"Arghh, why is it so noisy. Don't they know I'm sleeping," Leora grumbled with her eyes still tightly closed.
Reluctantly, Leora changed her position to sit on her back. Frowning and straining her ears, the sound was like objects being deliberately slammed and thrown away. But who's the culprit?
"Hoaam, Who's making a fuss downstairs?" asked Leora to no one else, yawning widely as she stretched her muscles.
Prankk...
Leora jumped at the sound again, because she was curious. So Leora decided to check downstairs, she immediately jumped out of bed and went to where the sound came from, to make sure who was making a fuss in the morning.
While on the top stairs, Leora opened her eyes wide when she saw that her house had been destroyed and messy. There were three men with her father there, Leora narrowed her eyes, seeing her father being scolded by one of them.
"Daddy!"
Without wasting time, Leora immediately descended the stairs. Speeding up the steps to approach her father who was falling on the floor.
"What's this, daddy?" asked Leora when she was among them.
"Leora! Why are you here?"
"Daddy, who are they? Why did they destroy our house?" asked Leora worriedly about all that.
The man who had been beating Leora's father non-stop at first, suddenly stopped what he was doing. He turned to look at Leora with a look that was difficult to interpret. I don't know what the old man was thinking.
"Is he your daughter, Mr. Prayoga?" asked the man with a black suit and tie that was neatly wrapped around his neck.
The man who is often called by the name Bram looked at Leora from top to bottom. Like researching something on Leora's body, with a flirtatious look. Anyone who sees it will shudder, like the current Leora.
'So beautiful, you are next miss. Her lips look cute,' thought Bram, continuing to stare at Leora.
A man who is a successful entrepreneur, just like Prayoga before one of his companies went bankrupt. Some time ago, Prayoga was forced to pawn his luxury house. To cover all the debts and losses he experienced, and now Bram came to collect the debt.
Bram's eyes were still looking at Leora from top to bottom, only with a panda patterned nightgown and messy hair. Able to make the figure of a middle-aged man fascinated by Leora, her natural beauty without filters and engineering. Bram approached Leora with a lopsided smile that was etched on his face.
"Mr. Prayoga, how about we make a pact," continued Bram smiling at Leora.
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