The Fate of Narendra Women
3. Outdated Diary [REVISED]

"You're fine, miss," the doctor said after a complete examination of the scan in the basement. "Your body is healthy. No damage or invoices."

"But my head hurts."

"Miss is less consuming water." The doctor smiled gently. "Please force yourself to drink at least two liters of water a day, Miss. The human brain works with electricity and water is its energy source. If the brain lacks water, it could be one of the causes of headaches."

Although Kamila knew because she also studied medicine, she became aware.

Also true. Some of this time he drank less and just kept crying.

"I'll excuse you, Doctor."

"Sure, Miss."

The doctor's gaze was fixed on Kamila's back until the girl saw, then stared at the actual health report indicating the problem.

"Sorry, miss," the doctor muttered without anyone knowing.

While Kamila walked towards the top, hugging herself with a shawl.

The mountain where their castle stands is the coldest region in the country. The temperature during the day this place only ranges from ten degrees or even less until it feels difficult to sweat.

Kamila walked up to the third floor of the five-story castle, heading to her room with the old books she found in the library.

Sitting alone on the bed, Kamila opened the book. He had thought this was a theoretical reading book or maybe a small journal scribble, but it turned out to be wrong.

That ... diary.

Kamila flinched in just one open, finding a beautiful piece of writing on her worn out paper.

"My name ... Camila?"

Don't tell me this is Kamila's ancestral book?!

Kamila was Narendra's illegitimate son who was first brought to Narendra's residence when he was twenty-one years old. At that time there was a rule that the descendants of Narendra should not marry except the man.

Why is there such a rule? Mother said Narendra's woman was an honorable woman. They must not put their feet together for a man let alone marry and become their slave.

But Kamila's ancestors were allowed to have children for a reason. Which until now Kamila hoped should not have been if indeed she had only left her grandchildren in a miserable condition.

"Today I'm following Madam's departure." Kamila read the beautiful writing well. "I wish time would turn. I wish I could change something before I lose it. I want Dad back. I can't live alone without Dad."

Ah, could it be that he wrote it at the death of Luka Narendra? She calls Madam, because Kamila's mother is a woman outside Narendra who she's been living with after moving to Narendra.

"Iaros, what am I supposed to do?"

Iaros?

Why is Iaros' name here?

No. gabe. Historically, there is no name of Iaros in the descendants of Narendra. There had never been Iaros except Iaros whom Kamila knew, so who was this?

Kamila opened the diary. Trying to find a clue until he stops at a page.

"I feel guilty for Jenggala." If not wrong, Jenggala was the name of Kamila's bodyguard at that time. "I know he loves me. I love her too. But, sorry, I still love Iaros."

Kamila's heart was squeezed.

There was another Iaros in this house six generations ago?

"I can't forget the day you said lying loved me. Why should Lissa? Why not me? I wish I'd relented. I wish I understood. But Young Master, please, please understand that you made me love you more than I love myself."

Kamila stared at the old ink scratches.

Her name is Kamila, her name is Kamila.

The name of the man she loved Iaros, the name of the man Kamila loved was also Iaros.

Then the man she loved was with another woman, while the man Kamila loved was also—

"Lissa?!" Kamila realized there was something strange here.

He hurriedly moved, galloping though his head throbbed towards the fifth floor.

There, in a room that was the storage of paintings of Narendra's children, the face of a beautiful purple-haired girl who smiled arrogantly looked at them.

She's Lissa Makaria Narendra.

He's Narendra!

Kamila called Iaros Young Master.

Then they—

"Camila."

As Kamila was busy solving the mystery in her head, a voice made the world freeze. He stiffly turned his body, holding his breath as Iaros' figure stood there, to the point that he fell limp.

Kamila's breath suddenly tightened.

The sweat is great. Suddenly forget about the diary and remember that this is the first time after so many years they have not met.

She went.

Kamila crying.

He just left like everything he gave me was just a lie.

"Kamila, what's going on? Why you—"

"Don't touch me!" Kamila screamed stifled. Iaros's hand was removed from his arm and the crying grew more intense.

What's he coming for? Showing off that she's getting married while Kamila's locked up in this castle forever?

Or laugh at how stupid Kamila was to think they loved each other, and then it was all just a game?

"Kamila, calm yourself. I'm not—"

"Stay away from me!" Kamila held onto her head that was throbbing incoherently. "For you, it's all just a game, right?"

"Camila."

"You're happy to be free of me, right?!"

Kamila. The teeth of his body indicate how grieving he is now to think Iaros will actually hold another woman.

"You left me. You enjoy your freedom and leave me! You said you just wanted to be with me, but in fact you—"

"Camila." Iaros suddenly pulled her in a tight embrace.

Kamila's cry turned into a groan. His entire body ached just by thinking Iaros would eventually leave. But his hand gripped Iaros' shoulder, hoping that time would stop and they would continue together.

If rules are rules, can they be broken?

"Don't leave me." Kamila was stirring in her poignant cry. "Young Master, do whatever it takes but don't leave me. There is nothing I can have in this world. There aren't. So please don't leave me."

Everyone can dream of becoming a career woman or going out to explore the world, but Kamila is a Narendra woman and Narendra woman her place is in Narendra castle.

It's okay if it's pathetic.

It's okay if he begs.

Just Iaros alone, please don't grab something that could at least bury Kamila's claustrophobic feelings.

"Camila."

Iaros pulled his face, uniting their lips witnessed by the entire painting of Narendra's woman in the room.

He returned Iaros's kiss, venting his intense longing. But something feels wrong when Iaros pulls his shawl off, undressing Kamila in a hurry.

"Young Master."

Iaros bowed, kissed her again while guiding Kamila's hand.

"I miss you too" whispered the man affectionately. "I miss you every day too."

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