Brutal Man And Honest Girl
Chapter 30 - Evaporating the Heart Contents

Anaya goes to the garden behind the house, she wears gloves and holds a small shovel. He began to plant and take care of some plants that began to wither and dry.

The house, which is now in Anaya, does not have a gardener so some plants are not well managed.

Anaya is busy with her activities until it does not feel the time has shown at 11 pm.

Anaya stepped into the kitchen in dirty clothes, something like this he had been used to because since not working in the restaurant after the incident he worked on the small garden land of his parents. Anaya grows crops such as vegetables, chili and onions. In the afternoon, he will peddle the results of his garden to the people around his residence. If no crops are sold, Anaya sells his services to clean the houses of the neighbors.

Anaya sat down to grab a pot of water on the table, poured it into a glass, and took a nudge.

Harsya searches for his wife's whereabouts in the garden but does not find her, the waiter tells Anaya that he is in the dining room.

Harsya follows his wife into the dining room, so surprised to see Anaya's dirty appearance. "How dare you mess up my dining table!" loudly saying.

Anaya nodded in surprise, she just threw a smile at her husband.

"Aren't you able to first take a shower just entering this room?" ask her with annoyance.

"I'm so thirsty, sir."

Harsya snorted dejectedly, "If you weren't the little girl who helped me back then, I would have punished you!"

"If I wasn't that little girl, Master wouldn't marry me anymore!"

Harsya fell silent, he turned his back on his steps leaving his wife.

Anaya had soaked her throat, leaving for her room.

As soon as she opened the room, Harsya was again surprised, "Why did you enter?"

"I'm going to take a shower, sir!"

"Mandi?"

"Yes." Yeah."

"Go! Shower outside. The sweat and mud on your clothes are soiling my bedroom floor!"

"Later I'll clean up!"

"No need! Shower downstairs!" her word.

"Alright, but I want to pick up the clothes in the closet!"

"You can't touch my closet!"

"Then I have to wear who's clothes and towels, sir?"

Harsya thought for a moment then replied, "I'll get the waiter to deliver your clothes!"

"Thank you, Mister!" Anaya threw another smile.

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An hour later Anaya finished cleaning herself, she returned to the room. She sits next to her husband who is using a laptop.

"Master, don't eat?"

Harsya looked at the clock on the wall, looking back at the laptop screen, "It's not yet time."

"Sir, I'm hungry. Can I eat early?"

"No."

"Geez, sir. My stomach continues to sing" Anaya said.

Harsya turned to her husband.

"The job was very tiring and made the stomach hungry quickly, can I eat first?"

"Can't."

Anaya pursed her lips.

Harsha resumed her work.

Anaya dropped her body on the bed, perhaps by sleeping able to make her forget her hunger.

Anaya looked at the ceiling while singing.

Harsya who was in focus, became distracted. "Can you stop singing?"

"Can't, Sir. Usually when I finish singing, I fall asleep, "Anaya gives me a reason to lie.

Harsya closed her laptop, getting out of her seat, "Let's eat!"

Anaya hurriedly rose from her sleep, fixing her hair and clothes.

Harsha walked first and Anaya behind her.

Anaya smiled looking at the various side dishes that one by one served on the table.

Harsya sat in an upright position, a cold aura still emanating though not as cruel as when they first met.

Anaya took the rice first.

Deheman's voice from Rama, stopping Anaya's hand movement. Quickly he put back the rice coils and lowered his gaze.

Rama took rice for Harsya as well as side dishes and vegetables. Then take it for Anaya.

Rama also poured water for his master.

Anaya who was hungry, ate the dish so greedily. Because the rice and side dishes Rama took were very little, he ventured to take them again.

Rama wanted to rebuke him. However, Harsya's hand gesture told him not to do so.

Anaya also ends her lunch first, unaware that she is also burping. Hastily closed his mouth and slightly lowered his head, "Sorry, Mister!"

Harsya no longer tastes, ends the meal and leaves.

Anaya followed her husband's steps.

Harsya riding the rooftop.

"Master, why are you here?"

Anaya relaxed her face.

"Why are the more days your behavior is getting brazen?" Harsya asked with her back to his wife.

"I'm sorry, Sir."

Harsya turned her back, "You did help me, but remember both your parents who killed my father and those who sold you to me!"

"I'll never forget that!" Harsya emphasized her words.

"What do you want from me?"

Harsya did not answer and chose to throw away her face.

"Master, want to protect me from the bad guys. Why did you do it?"

"Because your parents asked for it." Harsya looked at his wife's face.

"They have killed your father, why listen to his request?"

Harsya could not answer.

"Let me die out there, didn't they sell me to you? Whatever business they have, all I have done. Master doesn't love me who's the son of a murderer. Why not let me live a homeless life?" said Anaya with teary eyes.

"Sir, I'm tired. For years they tortured his daughter on the grounds of an unlucky carrier. And now married, my own husband does just that. Do I not deserve to be happy? Why don't you let me die?" Anaya said loudly.

Harsya clenched both of her hands.

Anaya lowered her face with tears flowing down, "Master, forgive me. I don't mean to yell or defy, I'm really tired."

Still sobbing, "I just want to live quietly with people who love and love me sincerely."

Harsya who could not bear to hear and see his wife crying chose to leave.

Anaya sat down and was still crying.

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Her night....

Anaya sat under the bed, folded her knees and hugged her. Still with a puffy face, he daydreamed.

Harsya had not revealed her nose since noon.

The door opened, footsteps approaching. "I don't want you to die in my house. Go eat!" said in a cold tone.

Anaya raised her head, "Who will destroy me, sir?"

"If you know what you want to do?"

"I want to surrender myself to him."

"Do you want to take your life for him?"

"Yes." Yeah."

Harsya took a breath, she did not understand the way his wife thought. As strong as he tried to protect the woman but it was as easy as wanting to give up.

"Who is he, sir?"

"I don't know, your parents just said that Cindy was up to something to get rid of you."

Anaya was silent.

"Chintya is Cindy's foster sister, she was the one who kidnapped you" Harsya explained.

"Woman who hates me for being married to Master?"

"Yes." Yeah."

"So, he's gonna take me out?"

"I don't know for sure" replied Harsya.

"If Master has captured Cintya, will you let me go?"

The hesitant Harsya did not answer immediately.

"Why silence, sir?"

Harsya again did not answer.

Anaya stood up and looked at her husband's face, "Why don't you want to let go of me? What reason?"

"There's no reason."

Anaya laughed cynically. "Have you ever experienced falling in love?"

"Why are you asking that?"

"If a person is already affectionate and in love, whatever he will do for someone he loves. Is the Lord one of them?"

"I never loved you, I helped you because compassion is not love. No one can replace Andin in my heart!"

"Although he has betrayed Master!"

Harsya who heard him was so angry, he involuntarily clasped his arm

Anaya is strong. "He never betrayed me!"

"Oh, yeah."

"Never think badly of Andin, he will always be in my heart!"

Anaya laughed mockingly. "Master loves other women but marries me!"

"I owe you a favor, otherwise I'll dump you!"

"I've forgotten the kindness I've done, why do you keep remembering it?"