The Fate of Narendra Women
74. I Refuse
“Nona wants to do something?”
Ribia was speechless gloomily by Agav's question.
“I want to do something,” murmured weakly. “I feel like slowly everything is destroyed and I just keep waiting for when it is completely destroyed.”
“Then do what Miss wants to do.”
“What? I was even confused thinking about why Brother Iaros did it. I don't know how I should push it.” Ribia. “I feel whatever I do, it means nothing.”
Agav sighed. “What if I say that because Miss is too worried about things that honestly do not need Miss to worry?”
“What?”
“A Narendra is Narendra, Miss.”
Ribia was glued as Agav knelt beside her sofa, grabbing Ribia's soft hand and dipping it smooth.
She smiled sweetly. The smile that Ribia always liked and always became a favorite thing for her when she was nervous.
“Nona may hate Miss Demeter's mindset, but what Miss Demeter did, to me, was the best. Because he did it for himself.”
Ribia's hand felt warm as Agav wrapped it.
“Sure Miss Kamila is important to Miss, but let's stop thinking about it for anyone but you. Do what Miss wants, which prevents Miss from getting hurt, which is convenient for Miss's life, then only Miss takes the time if indeed Miss thinks about Miss Kamila.”
Something ... that he wants?
Ribia stared at her trembling hands. Turning his brain to think what was something he really wanted in the present situation.
“I don't want to see my brother get hurt, whoever it is.”
“Then do what Miss wants to do.”
Ribia's hand clenched, suddenly able to think of things.
Alright. He's not Demeter, nor is he Aether, not Hera or anyone else.
Ribia ... just don't want their family's peace to be shaken by everyone's selfishness.
No. gabe. Ribia is also selfish and her selfishness is that everyone stops being selfish.
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“Paman.” Demeter gave a small smile as Orion saw her standing by Iaros' side.
Although Iaros believed it was impossible for Demeter to follow in his footsteps, this meeting would determine the main things in Iaros' plan.
“Demeter.”
“Ya, Uncle?”
“What's your arrival with Iaros is that your affirmation supports his request?”
Demeter smiled subtly. And Iaros saw it.
If Demeter was smiling, willing to smile at anything, which made her chin lift, then she was just playing around. Underestimating, believing his victory in absolute terms, enjoying wasted time.
But if his chin drops, Demeter is in serious mode. Whatever he said, the most to believe was what was in his head.
“No, Uncle.” Demeter answered sweetly. “I come to accompany as well as listen. Uncle has to believe that I don't want murder to happen in the offspring of Narendra that I love.”
Orion's eyes instantly shifted on Iaros. When silence took hold of them, the door of the room was suddenly knocked, and Tethia appeared with Ainias, Iaros' father.
As soon as the three of them sat together, Orion took a posture. “Then, start, Iaros.”
Iaros decided to stand up. Walk close to the window to close it, only to create an atmosphere that is calmer than the gloom of light.
“My name is Iaros,” he said out loud. “The same name as the illegitimate child name Trika Narendra, which is not recorded in our history.”
Tethia smiled immediately.
“It is said that Iaros was brought into Narendra when he was nineteen years old. Her personality is rebellious, and opposes Trika Narendra until Trika's death comes. Trika Narendra decided to die because of Iaros and Lissa Makaria Narendra.”
“....”
“He lived in the shackles of Trika, then moved into Lissa's pet, his whole life having no freedom other than being a part of Narendra that he hated. But, in the diary of Lissa Makaria, there is the handwriting of Iaros. He said he would still choose Lissa even if there was a chance of a spin time.”
Iaros took a breath, finished with his opening. After that, all he had to say was the point.
“I wasn't Iaros in the past.” There was a feeling of resentment in Iaros when he said that. “I am not Lissa Makaria's pet dog, or an incestuous child who has no rights but is fought for life by Trika. I'm Iaros and my last name is Narendra.”
Iaros looked at his father's eyes straight.
“I want to create my own history. Not following the history of the dead ancestors.”
Almost simultaneously with Orion will open the sound, the door of the room that should not be entered suddenly opened, followed by a firm sweet voice.
“I refuse!”
Ribia was standing there.
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