
"Ro-Roger, you dare to slap me?" Soraya looked at Roger in disbelief. He held a hot cheek from Roger's slap. The man who had been gentle with him for a long time.
"I don't like you insulting my wife!" reply Roger. There was no feeling of regret even though it was the first time he slapped Soraya after a long time always lavishing the woman with affection.
"Isn't what I'm saying a reality. He is not comparable to you. That poor, poor girl has blinded your heart and mind. Realize, Roger!"
Soraya closed her eyes when she saw that Roger had raised his hand to slap her again. However, the man's hand floated in the air as he saw the fast-moving Nazura standing in front of Soraya. To prevent the woman from getting slapped again.
"Sir, I beg you never to slap Miss Soraya again." Nazura looked at Roger with great compassion and it made Roger both annoyed and upset. In fact, Roger considered his wife very weak.
"Why are you defending him? Didn't he insult you? I'll teach anyone who dares to hurt you!" Roger was still speaking in a high tone in annoyance at what Nazura was doing. What Roger wanted was for Nazura to be firm and fight back against anyone who had insulted him.
"Master, the one you should have slapped was me. So that I can be self-conscious if it turns out that I am just a lowly girl like Miss Soraya said and will never be comparable to you." Nazura wiped away the tears quickly because he did not want Roger to see him.
"Don't seek sympathy" Soraya said. However, Nazura did not touch the woman's words at all.
"Sir, I should have realized that we could never be together. Sorry if I ever had such high hopes. We are indeed very different as what Miss Soraya said. I am not a rich man, not a high class woman. I'm just an orphan girl who has to fight hard to survive." Nazura paused his words to take a deep breath, while Roger just silently listened to every sentence of the woman. His heart felt pulsating.
"Sir, I'm sorry if now I'll go as far away from you as possible. I just want to realize that caste-only we are very different. Sorry, Mister. Regarding the debt, I will still try to pay off even though you have considered paid off, while I still feel indebted because we were married in a short time and it is not worth the nominal debt of uncle," coined.
"Well, are you sure you're going to pay off that debt?" ask Roger to make sure. Nazura nodded quickly. "Then I will give you two choices."
"Because of you ngeyel then I will follow what you will. Hand over your parents' house in exchange and your uncle's debt will be completely paid off if you don't want to then you have to pay your debt within two days. If you can't afford it then you stay near me at all times. If death can separate us," he said.
Nazura rounded his eyes full. Roger really made a difficult choice for him. "I can't choose him, sir." Nazura spoke softly.
"But you have to keep choosing it. If not ...." Roger stopped his speech and took the phone from the pocket of the suit he was wearing and contacted one of his men. Though it was done just to threaten Nazura as usual.
"Do nothing my uncle, sir. All right, I'll release my parents' house to you" Nazura said in the end.
It suddenly made Roger's smile fade and his face was filled with disappointment. He thought Nazura still wanted to be near him because he did not want to lose the precious house. However, in fact Nazura still chose to leave to make Roger really disappointed.
In contrast to Roger who looked disappointed, Soraya actually smiled happily in his heart even though he felt hurt because Roger had started to fall in love with Nazura. After this, Soraya will do whatever it takes to reclaim Roger's heart.
"You sure?" ask Roger quickly.
"Yes, sir." Nazura quickly agreed. Then handed the keys to the house to Roger. After that, Nazura decided to leave. To stay away from Roger because he did not want his life to always be in danger.
Even though we unwittingly share a sense, but I realize that circumstances will never give us the blessing to unite. We are so different like the earth and the sky then let me go before this feeling deepens. I'm worried that later this wound will be even more gaping if we keep forcing to be together.