Love for Kanaya
CHAPTER 23. ACTUALLY

The woman stopped as her back hit the wall, and it made her even more frightened as there was no more room for her to move, while the man in front of her continued to step forward.

Damar stopped his steps, crossed his hands on his chest while shaking his head to see the woman terrified.

"You're a coward apparently, but why did you want to frame my brother to sleep with you, huh!"

The woman gasped in shock and reflexively closed her eyes at the scene, but now she knew that this man in front of her was the younger brother of the man who almost fell into his trap that night.

"Who told you to do that? And how much are you getting paid? Say it!" Again Damar asked with a snarl.

"Did you know? Because of what you did, it was my lover who was his victim. And now I have to lose him and let him go with my brother." Finally, Damar vented his emotions.

The woman was intrigued, she did not expect that the stimulant drugs that she put into the drink was reacting and more unexpectedly, other women who were victims. However, at that time he was grateful for losing track of the man, because otherwise his life would be ruined because he had to surrender himself to the man. However, because his failure that night led him to be evicted from his home, his stepmother fabricated a false story if she had brought a man to sleep in the hotel and made her father so angry. It was his stepmother who threatened to kill his father and seize all his property if he did not want to trap the man to sleep with him, I don't know what purpose his stepmother told him to do such a thing he had no idea. All he thought at that time was the salvation of his father without thinking about the risks of his actions. And as he was about to leave his own home, his stepmother again threatened to shut up over the events at the hotel that night.

"Why shut up? Answer it! You cheap lady!" Damar can no longer stem his emotions. He did not know that his words had hurt the woman's feelings.

"Don't say anything about me if you don't know the truth. Do you think I'd do that? Nah! I had to too!" The woman was angry that her pride was stepped on.

"If you're not that kind of woman then what, huh? Only a cheap woman would want to trap a man to sleep with."

"Shut up! I'm not a cheap woman!" The woman really did not accept it, she strongly threw the shard of the vase and almost hit Damar. Then he dropped his body sitting on the floor crying.

Crying because the man called her a cheap woman, because the sentence was also spoken from the lips of her father when he threw her away at that time.

'Get out of this house, Papa wouldn't have a cheap daughter like you!'

The insulting sentence of the father is still recorded clearly remembered, but he was not angry at his papa at all, because his father was also just a victim of the lie of his stepmother.

Seeing the woman crying, the anger that was rising in Damar's heart slowly dimmed, it seemed like the woman was really in a slumped state. Damar also sat his body on the floor, looking at the woman who was crying and looking very sad.

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Damar slightly regretted his words a moment ago had lamented the woman cheaply.

And the woman understood because anyone would think so.

A while ago because the woman never stopped crying, finally Damar tried to calm down. And after the woman regained her composure, Damar again asked in a subtle way about what purpose the woman wanted to trap her brother.

Since it was impossible for her to always cover up the truth and make people think badly of her, she finally told him everything without anyone missing.

"Why don't you try to convince your Papa? Why did you shut up when you were accused and kicked out of the house?"

"What can I do? Let alone to meet my Papa again, my name has been crossed and not considered a child anymore. Maybe even my name was blacklisted so I had trouble finding a job, every company I went to no one wanted to accept me to work."

"Requally outrageous!" Damar was also very concerned about what the woman was going through.

"Then this apartment?" Ask Damar then, because if the woman had been removed from her family then how could she live in an apartment this luxurious.

"I bought it from my own savings while still working at my Papa's company."

"Then, how do you finance your daily needs?" Ask Damar again.

"Ck ck ck, very concerned, a conglomerate boy is now a Cafe waitress." Unknowingly Damar chuckled.

"You know what else, instead of me being a bum." The woman chuckled, laughing at her poor self.

Damar raised his gaze around the room that was quite messy, he thought that the woman was a slacker. Some time his netra continues to spin until his gaze is fixed on a small frame on the table that has a photo of a baby.

"That's a picture of whose baby? Your baby?"

"No, it's a picture of my sister who went missing as a baby. And until now, I don't know where she is, whether she's alive or after Mama."

Damar nodded in understanding, he felt that it was too far away to talk about the woman. The woman he was going to teach a lesson to.

"I've told you everything, so what are you going to do now?" Ask the woman.

"I wanted to teach you a lesson" replied Damar.

"Returned by fucking me like your boyfriend did?"

Damar chuckled, "Aren't you scared, I'm still here?"

"I was scared, but it looks like you've changed your mind."

"Well you're right, I've changed my mind. And in exchange I want you to meet the person who's been your victim, apologize to him." Damar.

"Your love?"

"Former lover, who is now my sister-in-law." Damar chuckles.

As if contagious, the woman also chuckles. "I'm really sorry, because of me, you've lost the woman you love. But I don't think it happened by chance either, but you guys weren't fools."

Instead of being angry, Damar smiled. "Well, maybe you're right, maybe we're not a match."

"And it turns out you've been just keeping your brother's soul mate."

Both are chuckling.

For a moment the atmosphere became silent, until a while the woman jumped in shock when her gaze was fixed on the wall clock that showed it was eleven o'clock in the afternoon.

"What's wrong? Ask Damar.

"I'm late for Mama's funeral."

"Hey, there's plenty of time to go to the funeral."

"Not that, every 10 o'clock Papa must come to Mama's funeral, and that's when I can freely see Papa even from a distance."

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