The Heiress'S Love
Chapter 23. La Tomatina
Natasha buried her head deeper into her pillow, trying to get rid of the sounds that sounded disgusting to her. There is nothing more sickening in this world to hear a man say love, but to spend most of the night for several consecutive days making love to another girl. They seemed to forget the presence of Natasha despite seeing each other face to face during the day. Natasha seems like just the wind then despite still trying to be nice.
Tonight seemed to be the height of Natasha's helplessness facing the pressure of all this. He is tired of constantly facing James' protective attitude which makes him like a house arrest. But on the other hand, the man also considers it can never be mature. Once she wanted James to be able to see her as an independent adult girl, just like Daniel did.
Amidst the emptiness that bewailed Natasha, she suddenly remembered the travel ticket that James had given her. Hurry up he picked up the two travel tickets and checked them out. He was lucky because the ticket had not been missed the flight date, but he had to quickly pack because the plane ticket that would take him to Spain was scheduled to leave tomorrow morning.
Without considering for too long, Natasha immediately picked up the suitcase and put in her clothes and other supplies. He has to go to Spain alone, he wants to prove to James that he is capable of traveling long distances alone. He is an adult and can take care of himself. Finished packing up, Natasha covered her ears with a heatset to listen to the song after setting the alarm. Tomorrow morning he will leave the house so that James does not know his disappearance. At least the thought of a trip to Spain could take Natasha's mind off what James is doing with Grace tonight.
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The city of Bunol, Valencia, Spain has been flooded with tourists both from home and abroad. All hotels are fully filled. Luckily Natasha has bagged a travel ticket that has accommodated all her needs in the city, so she does not need to be confused looking for a hotel anymore. The new La Tomatina Festival will be held tomorrow, Natasha still has enough time to rest and take a short walk around the hotel.
Natasha was envious of other tourists who mostly came with family or friends, while she came alone. Luckily there are tourists from England who ask him to join them, so Natasha does not feel lonely. They quickly became very familiar, so they decided to go to the La Tomatina festival tomorrow morning together.
The streets of Bunol on the last Wednesday of August are crowded with people who have been celebrating the La Tomatina festival since the sun began to appear. People lined the outskirts of the road waiting for trucks filled with tomatoes to start the war. Hustle and bustle screams of excitement as the truck carrying the tomatoes began to walk, spewing tons of tomatoes over the streets. Without waiting for long, the visitors immediately pick up the tomatoes and start a war. They throw tomatoes at each other, no matter if they know each other or not. The day's event was really as festive as it was years ago. No one cared about their clothes that had changed color, no one protested that their bodies smelled like tomatoes. The enthusiasm of the visitors has blurred everything for the sake of attending the festival which is only held once a year.
Natasha who participated in the tomato war with her new friends was too late in cheer so as not to care for her own safety. Until something feels painful in the back. Not yet fully aware of what happened, Natasha's gaze suddenly blurred. The screams of the people around him felt increasingly faint, until finally it all felt dark. Luckily, the paramedics who were watching the festival learned of Natasha's sudden unconsciousness. They rushed Natasha to a nearby hospital for further treatment.
It was already dark when Natasha came to her senses from fainting. He spread his gaze across a room he had never known before. There was no one in the room that was not too big. He tried to remember what happened to him before he was there. A little afraid Natasha got out of bed ignoring the dizziness in the head. Check the situation outside through the glass window that has been blurry, silent, not visible anyone who is outside. Maybe everyone is still late in the celebration. Trudging along, Natasha came to the door trying to open it. But in vain, the door was locked from the outside.
“Halo... is there anyone outside?” Natasha tried to bang on the door and shouted, though her voice sounded raucous.
Soon there were steps out there, followed by the sound of a key being played. Natasha backed away from the door with a tense face.
“The sleeping princess is apparently awake,” said a middle-aged man who had just opened the door of the room.
Natasha is getting away from the door seeing who's coming instead of the person she knows.
“Do not scare him,” hardik another man who came later, “ out. I want to talk alone.”
Without rebuttal, the man who had arrived earlier walked out of the room. Letting Natasha be with only a middle-aged man, maybe her age was almost the same as her father. The man's hair was jet black in harmony with the brownish skin and the resolute face typical of Italians.
“Who are you and where am I?”
“Ah is not polite I made my special guest confused,” kekeh the man. “I Braga, your real father.”
“Sit. It took quite a long time to explain everything,” pinta Braga.
Frightened and confused, Natasha obeyed what Braga said.
“I have been waiting for this opportunity for a long time. Romanov was really troublesome by keeping you 24 hours full so I couldn't get close to you and tell you the truth.”
“About what?”
Braga did not answer. He reached into the bag of pants to take the wallet and took out a photo from inside the wallet and handed it to Natasha. “It was a photo of my wedding with your mama. As you can see, Romanov was also there because he was my best friend. Of course it was before, before she brought your mama who was pregnant young.”
“You mean?” natasha asked with a trembling tone.
“Past me and your mama loved each other, we lived happily. But that happiness made me fall asleep, I was careless not to take good care of your mama until I didn't realize Romanov had foul intentions. He likes to want your mom. When I left, she kidnapped your mother and what broke me the most was that I knew Bella was pregnant young. Ye. Romanov took two of my most precious treasures and hid them away from my sight. All these years I've been looking for you, hoping there's still time to save you. I found you, but I only managed to bring your mama. Romanov held you captive and threatened to kill you if I didn't hand your mama over to him. I tried to convince your mama that I could bring you back here without sacrificing her. But your mother insisted on exchanging her life for you. You know Sweety? Romanov reneged on his words.he took you and your mama away after shooting me blindly. It took me a long time to recover, but I didn't give up looking for you. Although in the end I was late to come.”
“That's not true,” refutes Natasha hearing Braga's story. “Daddy loves mom very much, they love each other. And I am the son of Romanov, not your son!”
“That's what I said late. Romanov brainwashed your mother. Believe me Sweety, I am your real father,” pinta Braga.
Natasha shook her head strongly, “No! I cannot believe your words!!!” He immediately moved from his seat, avoiding the hand of Braga who tried to grab him.
“This is what I'm afraid of, he also managed to brainwash you. I don't really want to do this, but I don't want to lose you anymore. I'll restore your memories first.” Braga walked over to Natasha who kept dodging.
“You can't do that to me.”
With a spontaneous movement, Natasha attacked Braga. He thought quickly to knock out the man in front of him at one point of his weakness. So before Braga realized what she was going to do, Natasha kicked with all her might the man's vital point. Surprised and unprepared, Braga collapsed, groaning loudly and feeling the pain around her groin. Natasha came out of the room to escape.
Hearing the commotion Natasha made. a few men instantly got up to look at the situation. Natasha, who was aware of the great danger before her eyes, used the tools around her to protect herself and ran as fast as she could, ran away from the house. Luckily he had learned martial arts although it was rarely used, but it was quite helpful now. He managed to get out of the house even though he had fallen into the yard when someone tried to shoot him. Reflex movements when hearing the gun eruption, making it safe. Without looking back, Natasha kept running away from the place to escape from the unknown people.
After a long run until almost spent his breath. Natasha stops inside a dark alley to hide. He was wrong when he thought people were still late in the festival, in fact he was now in a place he did not know. He was no longer in the city of Bunol, but he also did not know where he was. Natasha felt a pain in her left waist. There was blood seeping out from inside the shirt he was wearing. The shot of the man seemed to have injured him even though the bullet was not lodged in the stomach.
Trudging Natasha forced her feet to walk when she heard the footsteps getting closer to her hiding. Without knowing where she was going, Natasha kept walking until she didn't realize she was walking across the highway. The blinding light of the eye and the squeaking sound of the car tires being forced to stop were the last thing Natasha remembered before the impact sound that took away her consciousness.
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