The Fate of Narendra Women
10. Boring Things to Look For [REVISED]

Iaros looked pleased.

I was fooled again. Kamila bit her lips hard to vent the anger on herself. I got seduced again and saw him again.

Why was he born in such a condition? Why did Kamila have to be born in this stupid mind?

He said Narendra was smart. He said Narendra was smart. But where was his wits as he continued to see Iaros there playing around?

"Young Master." Kamila rubbed the corner of her already watery eyes. "S-I want to go back. I'm tired."

Dios doesn't understand this woman. He just shut up and cried. Was she born to cry?

But Dios won't let go that easily. So he put down a drink, then pulled Kamila's waist running.

"Let me drive," he said softly. Dios could feel Iaros' eyes monitoring them.

Unfortunately tonight Iaros cannot move freely. The only one who can't escape from the party right now is him.

Kamila was carried through the hallways, out until they arrived at the Kamila building some days of this stay.

Of course, Dios also entered his room.

Nothing yet she's crying.

What coincidence did he use that as a weapon? I don't want Dios to think that. He really never saw a woman whose work was just crying when she was an adult.

Even their youngest sixteen-year-old sister and a woman never cried. He is the one who laughs at the cries of others.

"What's wrong?" Dios stroked his cheek.

And Kamila was too busy lamenting her feelings to be aware of their distance. He closed his eyes, forcing his eyes to stop watering but it was flooding.

He doesn't like to be weak. But it felt like he was born to be weak and only weak.

"Camila."

"Hiks."

"You ... love Iaros?"

Kamila's body was petrified. Her eyes were glazed over, blushing to see Dios smiling cunningly on her cheeks.

"So so. So you guys have that kind of relationship."

"D-no!" Spontaneous he denies. Imagine you know and lock her up in a real castle. "You misunderstood, Young Master! I was just menstruating and in pain!"

"Am I stupid?"

Kamila gasped in fear.

"I know a face like you very well." Dios pulled her chin rough for Kamila to look up. "The face of the cab*l woman who was defiled repeatedly by the cab*l man as well. Ah, this cry of yours. What is the purpose of stimulating? Is that what you want?"

"No." Kamila shook her head in fear. "No. You misunderstood. It's not like that. I'm just—"

"I'm not angry. I won't complain." Dios pulled her face and kissed Kamila suddenly.

Spontaneously he rebelled. But Dios did not intend to press and let Kamila escape, curled up on her bed.

"I kissed you." Dios licked her salty lips. "That's what Iaros did, right?"

"That's the man, my beautiful sister. We're just enjoying your lips, or maybe your chest, or maybe your crotch."

Dios chuckles.

"What do you expect from Iaros? You think he really likes you? Stupid jerk. Should I secretly put a camera in Iaros' bridal room tonight so you know how he treats women?"

"Iaros is not like that!" Unknowingly Kamila justified it herself. "Iaros different! She loves me—"

"Love, huh? My sweet camila. Why do you say something that you don't even see and touch?"

Kamila's feeling suddenly tightened. Half of him justified Dios' words until it was even more frightened.

"I'll help you." Dios smiled. "I'll show you my cab*l's big brother."

Kamila covered her face. Groaning as if he was in pain hoping for his life to end if it had to always be like this.

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Have you ever felt that there would be no one in the world to protect you?

Kamila always felt it. When she begins to question everything, begins to hope to have a little freedom from her destiny, Kamila feels alone and lonely.

He often hoped that someone would come asking for his wound and save Kamila from this deep pit.

But there's no.

There is no .. except Iaros.

Therefore Kamila only knows how to remember sweet memories to cover up the current reality.

"Aren't you tired of playing with me?" kamila asked when she was eleven. "I can't get you to play something interesting. You're just here accompanying me on flower arrangements. You're not bored?"

And Iaros always smiles if he starts asking questions like that. "I'm tired of the exciting game. So I'm looking for boredom."

"Don't that mean I'm boring?" Kamila pouted.

"But doesn't that mean that even if you're boring, I'm looking for you?"

Kamila was curled up alone in her room. Swallowed by silence without being able to see anything but darkness. He sat on the edge of the bed, staring at the surface of the lake which at night always shone by the lights from under the water.

Suddenly ....

Door opens. Kamila instantly sunk her face to her knees the moment the person came, hugging her with a fresh scent as if she had finished bathing in the middle of the night like this.

"I made you wait." Iaros whispers. "sorry. I'm sorry, Kamila."

Kamila wished she could say go. But when he looked up, seeing Iaros looking back at him and not another woman, Kamila smiled in tears.

The sky was too far away for him to reach. Tossing the ground was too difficult for him to do. So Lord, let him hold this man even if he is toyed with.

"Hug me."

Iaros hugged her very tightly. "My little girl. I'm really tormented to see you cry like this."

In that case, could Kamila cry even more so that Iaros continued to be tormented thinking about it and stopped thinking about anything else?

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