Brutal Man And Honest Girl
Chapter 45 - Anaya Silence, Harsya Confused

On the way home Anaya did not stop crying, she begged her husband to stop the punishment for Widuri and Alan.

Unbearable and not wanting Anaya's tears to keep flowing, Harsya then contacted Alpha and told him to stop the caning.

"After this they have to leave" Harsya said.

"They're my only family."

"You don't think I'm your family, I'm your husband who will protect you!" Harsya looked at his wife.

"Sorry!" ogre.

"I'm still kind enough to let them go" Harsya said.

Arriving at the main house, Harsya stepped into the room where the goods were stored. He stood watching the shelves that were composed of bags, sandals, shoes and a watch so very neat.

Anaya had never been to that place, feeling astonished. The room is exactly like a shop in a mall.

"Some of these items are often used by Andin when he was alive. The watch they picked up liked to wear the most." Harsya.

"Do you love her so much?" ask Anaya.

Harsya turned and replied, "Yes, I love her very much. Nothing can replace her."

I don't know why hearing it hurts so much.

"Eat him, I let his beloved belongings remain in this room!"

Anaya just flinching.

Harsya then left the room.

While Anaya stood still, she recalled her husband's words that the man's heart still loved her dead ex-lover.

"What does he think of me?" Anaya.

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The night before going to bed...

Anaya lay down next to her husband, "Can I wear the things that are in that room?"

"Where are you going to use that stuff?" harsya asked, looking at his wife.

"Go to the mall with Intan and Rissa."

"You don't deserve to use that, only Andin is fit to wear it. She's a career woman, whereas you are," Harsya looked down on.

Anaya fell silent, her heart growing more and more sick.

"You should only be at home because it is your duty to serve me" said Harsya.

Anaya showed a thin smile, she tried hard to hear the insults from her husband.

"Sleep, don't ask again. I'm so busy!" Harsya opened her laptop again.

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Month passed....

When she was with her husband, Anaya preferred to be quiet and obedient. However, it turned around when it was together with Intan and Rissa.

The two women were not at home because Intan went home to his parents for 2 weeks and will be back in 3 days.

While Rissa was back on duty at the hospital, she was not in Harsya's residence for nearly 3 weeks.

Anaya does her activities without her two best friends, she gardening as long as Harsya is not home.

At night, he would sit alone on the balcony enjoying a cup of tea or juice.

Sometimes Anaya goes to the library to read books.

Since that incident, Harsya has rarely been home. Even if the man came home he only asked for his right as a husband.

Anaya often daydreams in the park there are no friends for her to chat, because the waiter is forbidden to talk to the employer except for important things.

This morning, Anaya opened the window to hear the chirping of birds. Today was also a week Harsya did not go home and did not even give news.

How to receive news, while Anaya does not have a mobile phone.

Anaya enjoyed breakfast alone at the dinner table, on the right and left side of the lady-servant who stood at his feet.

A big house, complete facilities but not make him happy.

Anaya put rice in her mouth, and then chewed it slowly. Suddenly, his stomach felt turbulent.

Anaya closed her mouth, she rushed to her feet and ran towards the sink and vomited.

"Miss, are you sick?" asked one of the maidservants who was standing next to him.

Anaya shook her head.

"Do you want to make warm tea?"

Anaya.

Anaya sat down at the dinner table again, but she had no taste for breakfast.

A cup of warm tea in front of him, he immediately sipped it.

Finished drinking the warm tea, Anaya rushed to the room to lay down on the bed.

The maid told Anaya what had happened to Rama.

"So Miss Anaya didn't have breakfast?"

"Yes, Sir. Miss removed the plate from before her," explained one of the maidservants.

"Isn't Miss Anaya's favorite butter-fried egg?" ask Rama.

"We don't know either, sir. We asked him if he was sick or not. Miss shook her head."

"Alright, I'll tell Young Master. I'll tell you if there's anything weird about Young Miss."

"Good, Master!" say the two in unison.

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In the afternoon, Harsya went home. He then asked Rama, "Where is Miss?"

"Miss Anaya since breakfast there is no room out" he explained.

"Did you not give me food or juice?"

"Miss refuses if the waiter offers you something."

"Biom, call and pick up Rissa right now!" his orders to his assistant.

"Good, Sir."

Harsya walked into her room, when she opened the door her eyes saw Anaya covered in bed.

Harsya stepped closer to her but Anaya turned her face away, she even turned her back on her husband.

"Why not eat?"

Anaya was silent.

Harsya circled the bed, kneeling before the wife's face. "Are you sick?" tanyanya gently.

Anaya just shook her head slowly.

"Speak, what do you need?"

"I don't need anything."

"I haven't had lunch. Come with me!"

Anaya denied getting out of bed, and tied her hair.

Both of them walked towards the dining room. Anaya sat to the left of her husband.

Rama began serving dishes on the plates of his two masters.

Anaya only saw the food presented at the table alone, suddenly his stomach back to act. He stood up and ran to the sink.

"So this morning Miss Anaya was like that too, sir." Rama Reveal.

Anaya sat down at the table again, grabbed a tissue and covered her mouth.

Harsya begins to enjoy her food, but not with Anaya reluctantly opening her mouth.

Harsya noticed his wife's unusual attitude, "Do you want another meal?"

Anaya shook her head.

"Ana, please talk. Why are you just keeping quiet? How do I know you need something."

Anaya did not answer her husband's questions, she chose to leave.

Harsya becomes upset at Anaya's attitude, she ends her lunch and follows her.

Anaya was back in bed.

Harsya went into the room and asked, "You really are why?"

Anaya turned her head and sat up, "The food is all so stinky, I don't like it!"

"Don't you?" Harsya scrunched her forehead. "Rama is unlikely to serve stale food" he continued.

"I don't like that food!" Anaya said in a high tone.

"Why are you so weird?" ask Harsya.

"I don't want food like that on the dinner table!"

"If you don't want to, then what do I eat? Usually you never refuse any dishes served by Rama."

"I said I still don't want to, why don't you ever understand, anyway?" Anaya showed her face.

"Gosh, what's wrong with him?" inner Harsya.