Love for Kanaya
CHAPTER 22. WILL TAKE CARE OF YOU

"Gosh," Kanaya was surprised when she woke up when it turned out that time had shown at nine in the morning. Maybe he obeyed Keenan's order to sleep again, and see now he so wake up.

Kanaya was about to get out of bed, but her movements stopped for a moment to look at Keenan who was still soundly asleep. The man looked very handsome while asleep, his face was so innocent like it was not a criminal who raped him. Well, even though Kanaya herself knew that the incident that night was just an accident but still she considered Keenan a criminal.

For a while, Kanaya still looked at the face of the man who had become her husband, although she still could not accept, but Kanaya admitted that Keenan was a good man, but she was a good man, it was evident in these three months how Keenan treated him, and how Keenan's patience dealt with all his attitudes. However, because his ego and hatred make him close all the facts.

Unknowingly the two corners of her lips were attracted to form a smile while still staring at her husband's deep face.

"Although he and Bang Damar are only cousins, but they are equally handsome."

However, just a moment later Kanaya was aware of what she had just said.

'Well, why would I equate him with Bang Damar.'

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After finishing the bath, Kanaya stood in front of the dresser, looking at herself from the mirror while rubbing her stomach.

Her gestational age turned out to be eight weeks, but she did not feel any signs of life in her womb at all. He remembered Keenan's words yesterday.

'If you think about it, our baby loves you very much, Kanaya. Look, he doesn't make you feel his presence, I'm the one who feels it and it feels really excruciating. My head always feels dizzy and nauseous, even every morning I vomit.'

Kanaya smiled wryly, somehow if she felt all what Keenan felt these two months.

Kanaya's tears also dripped, because he had thought to abort his own womb. She is the worst woman to do that.

"I'm sorry Mama, son. Mama promised to take care of you and take good care of you."

Without Kanaya realizing it, it turns out Keenan is awake. The man smiled at his wife's words.

"Not just you, but me too. I'll take care of you both with great affection."

Kanaya was surprised to hear Keenan's voice, she immediately wiped her tears and turned around.

"You're awake apparently."

"Kanaya, can you please help me to the bathroom? I want to pee."

"Go it alone!" Kanaya said with a sharp.

"If I could be sure I'd go alone to the bathroom. But I can't Kanaya, my legs feel so limp to walk, I'm afraid of falling." Said Keenan by putting on a clear face.

"Don't reason!"

"I don't reason Kanaya, please help me to the bathroom. Later if I wet the bed here you will also be the trouble to clean it."

Inevitably, Kanaya finally helped Keenan go to the bathroom with a feeling of annoyance because again and again he had to come into contact with her husband.

Inwardly Keenan cheered happily, he hugged Kanaya's waist tightly as if afraid of falling.

'I'm sorry I lied to you, actually my feet are fine. But only in this way can I be close to you. I will always take your attention so that over time you will get used to my presence.' Keenan said in his heart.

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Somewhere else.

Damar had just arrived at the address given by Arland. A luxury apartment located not far from the Erlangga company.

Slowly, Damar knocked on the door until it opened several times.

A woman who was roughly her age, came out with an appearance that seemed to have just woken up.

"Who are you?" Asked the woman while yawning, in fact she was still sleepy but because she had to go she woke up. And when he was about to take a bath, he heard a knock and immediately opened it.

While Damar was still silent, he did not answer, until the woman asked again.

"Hey I asked who are you? And who's looking for it?"

There was still no answer to upset the woman and was about to close the door, but she was shocked when the man before her suddenly barged in and closed the door loudly.

"Hey what are you doing? Get out of here or I'll scream!"

Just opened his mouth to scream, Damar had already advanced and smothered him and then pulled him into a room.

The woman must have been very frightened, the man she did not know suddenly barged into her apartment, and now smothered her and dragged her into the room.

The woman continued to wriggle trying to escape, but the hand that smothered her was not worth her strength. Until his body was shaken when thrown just like that on the bed.

The woman immediately got up and grabbed a vase of flowers from the table. Break the vase and point it at Damar to threaten.

"If you dare to go forward, I will hurt you!"

However, his forehead shriveled when he saw the man just flinching where he stood instead while laughing by crossing his hands on his chest.

"Actually who are you? Why did you get into my apartment?" He asked in a trembling tone from fear.

With his leisure, Damar took himself to sit on a wooden chair then leaned his head with still laughing.

"Take off that thing, it'll hurt your hand." Damar.

"You think I'm stupid, huh!"

"Hey, come on, relax, I'm not a criminal."

"I can't believe it! If you're a good person, where could you be here, break into someone's apartment just like that."

"Because my goal is to come here, meet you." Said Damar while upholding his sitting position, he stared fixedly at the woman.

"Don't joke, I don't know you."

"We don't know each other, but it was your actions that brought me here." Damar.

"What-what made? I never felt like I was dealing with you."

"Oh yeah? Try to remember what you did that night at a hotel three months ago."

The woman slightly lowered her head trying to remember, and a few moments later she raised her head to look at the man in probing.

"Who are you really? Why do you know about that?"

"Me?" Damar pointed at himself. Then he got up from his seat and walked over to the woman.

"Don't come any closer, or I'll hurt you!" The woman walked backwards still pointing the shards of the vase at the man she did not know who it was.

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