"I'm sure you will be crushed, Tara."
Angeli just left the dressing room with a manager following in his footsteps. While in the luxury car, Tara had just removed the thick fur coat from her body because she felt hot. He looked at Rosalie who had just gotten into the steering wheel after previously stuffing her suitcase in the back seat.
"Why are you dealing with that crazy woman, Rosalie? You know that woman is a venomous snake."
Rosalie laughed as she also drove slowly. "Do I seem to hear it, Litara?" Rosalie asked back.
Tara shrugged nonchalantly. He also didn't have time to pay attention to his manager's expression when he was with Angeli, his enemy. Ah no... He never thought of Angeli as his enemy, only the snake woman continued to name him as an enemy so that he also had sympathy for Angeli and finally made Tara admit that Angeli was her enemy. Oh, that's complicated. Better to just ignore it.
"But you're still serving the snake woman. You'll be the one getting hurt later."
Rosalie laughed again at this artist's complaint. "Hey, I'm fine, Litara. You saw it yourself didn't you?"
Tara snorted. "That's because I was quick to help you," he said quickly and took his cell phone.
"So keep helping me when I need your help, Mrs. Aldrick."
Tara reflexively stopped the game on her phone and coughed intentionally. Come on... Rosalie messed up her mood even just using that bastard's name. Hey... He lost his passion for gaming on his cell phone because of Rosalie.
Instead of apologizing or doing anything to get Tara back in the mood, Rosalie burst out laughing at the sour face of her artist. How could she not laugh when her usually irritating face turned sour just because she called him by her husband's name? Seriously!
"Okay, okay. I'm not laughing anymore, but your face is really funny, Litara."
Rosalie laughed again even though she had previously promised not to laugh. Hey... Tara would be mad if Rosalie kept laughing at her like that. Look... The woman older than Tara was even holding her stomach because she was too absorbed in her laughter. Inwardly Tara cursed her manager's rude behavior and was grateful for the pain in her stomach.
Tara shifted her gaze forward and glared in disbelief.
"WARNING ROSALIE!!!" shouted Tara at once.
Rosalie, who realized that there was a freight car right in front of her car, then threw the steering wheel to the left and...
Brakk!
"Awh..." Tara moaned when her head hit the dashboard in front of her, almost falling forward because she didn't adjust her balance beforehand.
Meanwhile, Rosalie had just gotten up from where she was colliding with the steering wheel, holding her throbbing forehead and looking worriedly at Tara.
"Litara, are you okay?" he asked worriedly because Tara just kept stroking his forehead without another sob.
"It's okay? What do you mean, Rosalie? You destroyed my favorite car as well as my classy body," he muttered without looking at Rosalie and still faithfully stroking his sore forehead and throbbing pain.
Meanwhile, Rosalie had to hold back her emotions because of Tara's stupid answer. How could she think of the car more than him? Gosh... Maybe because he loves his belongings more than his own body. Yes .. maybe, until her husband did not even care. Gosh... Forget the last sentence.
"Come out, Litara."
"This is even my car and you're just telling me to go out like this? What an ignorant manager!"
Cetak!!
"Awh..." Tara moaned loudly as Rosalie's head hit hard before the pain went away.
"We have to find a taxi to get to our destination quickly, idiot!" Rosalie grumbled because she had no patience with her artist this time.
Tara glared in disbelief. "How can you still care more about work than my safety, Rosalie?" Tara protested with the look on her face she made of pain.
"It's not like that, Litara. But you need to remember that you are not an ordinary model who can cancel or accept offers at will. You understand, Baby girl?"
"No... I don't want to. My body hurts all because of YOU!" snarled Tara suppressed the last word and pointed to Rosalie as the suspect for the pain she was in right now.
Rosalie nodded. "Yeah, it was my fault, Baby girl. But you still don't have a strong enough reason to cancel your job this time, just one job and we're back home. Okay?"
Tara still shook her head. "No... I don't want to. I'll still be rich even if I don't do one job."
Rosalie sighed tiredly. This artist's brain is indeed a bit wrong, sometimes he acts like he really likes his job, and sometimes he also acts like a kid because he doesn't want to do work. Yeah... More or less like this time when he was acting like an annoying model baby and it made Rosalie want to eat him even more if only it didn't sound disgusting.
"And you are no longer the responsibility of your parents as long as you know. Then do you want to live without money because you don't want to receive a penny from your husband? This is what you mean by still being rich, hm?"
"Fuck you, Rosalie!"
Rosalie laughed as she got out of the car which had now hit a tree on the side of the road with a bit of a tragic twist. Walked a bit away from where he and Tara had crashed before waiting for a taxi to pass. Meanwhile, Tara then got out of the car with a little wobble because her knees were also bruised from the accident, carried her sling bag, and put on the fur jacket she had taken off in the car.
"Then you let my car fall apart like this, Rosalie? You love to wreck me."
Rosalie sighed again. His eyes rolled lazily at the artist's incredibly stupid complaint, huh... how could he think Rosalie would let the luxury car go to waste just because of a minor crash? Seriously!
"If you want I'll do as you wish," Rosalie replied lazily and started to walk away leaving Tara who gaped in disbelief at her answer.
"I'm asking, idiot!" Tara demanded while following in the footsteps of her manager who was walking leisurely in front of her.
Rosalie didn't heed Tara's words, she was going to turn a deaf ear this time. Just so you know, even though Tara has an above-average IQ that doesn't guarantee that her mouth will stop babbling when something is going on with her. It was natural for all women, but it was a bit of a shame that Tara was doing it on the sstreets like this. It's even more impossible for him to always babble wherever he is. Gosh... This girl is shameless!
"Hey.. you ignore me? Seriously!"
Rosalie kept walking, ignoring the chatter of the artist, she didn't care even though Tara's mouth would foam because she didn't stop babbling and didn't get a response from her. He would stick to his feet, get them a taxi and get back to work. The world is too small to have to force it to continue to struggle against a rising economy, oh my...
"Rosalie I will reduce your salary."