A Story of the Haram Child

Chapter 24 A Secret

Lasmi's sudden presence makes Daneela startled and slightly misbehaved. However, Lasmi is the legal wife of Anarya, a woman who is more entitled to the man who is now starting to infiltrate the niche of her heart.

"Why silence? Do you expect my husband to wake up and just remember you?" lasmi was cynical with a hateful look.

"I-I'm here to take Nesa." Daneela tried to defend herself, she did not accept if her arrival was considered a utilization of the situation.

"Reason!" Flick Lasmi with a high tone.

"As far as you are, Lasmi. Believe it or not is none of my business."

"Basic of a cunning woman. You used Nesa to approach Anarya. Remember, he is my husband. So, stay away from him. Don't be a destroyer of people's households by taking advantage of the situation."

"O yeah? Hahaha .. are you not ashamed, Lasmi? You are so forcing Anarya to love you, to be able to justify various ways. Where is your pride as the woman who bought the body of an Anarya for your inner satisfaction?" So sharp the overflow of Daneela's heart avenged every wound that years settled.

Lasmi. Daneela's words are capable of plunging into the heart. His pride felt shredded formless. It feels humiliating because it has been a slave of love that has been tormenting his mind. He got up from the wheelchair and slowly approached Daneela.

Plaque!

A slap landed right on Daneela's left cheek, unprepared with the slap until the slender body almost staggered back.

"This is a reply to your presumptuous mouth, Daneela. You shouldn't have said that. You don't deserve to insult a Sasmita Lasmi" Lasmi said so arrogantly.

"Do you want to catch up with your twin brother?" Lasmi's hand now grabbed Daneela's hair to make the woman grimace in pain.

"I warn you to stay away from Anarya. He is mine and will forever be mine. I'll get rid of all the barriers, including you." Lasmi pushes Daneela's body to the floor.

"Go away. It's free for you here," drive Lasmi out while her index finger leads to the door.

Daneela stood up, fixing the hairdo and clothes that were quite messy due to the actions of the arrogant Lasmi. Daneela's gaze was not the slightest trembling. He smiled mockingly.

"What a pity on you, Lasmi. Because love claps one hand, your heart is enslaved to lust."

"Hahaha .. I don't care. Even when I made the decision to get rid of Daneesa forever I didn't care what risks I'd face."

"What do you mean?" Daneela frowned, trying to understand Lasmi's direction.

Lasmi who has been flushed trying to stay calm. There is no remorse in the twinkle of the net, there is still a great ambition that dominates the conscience.

"What did you do to Daneesa?" Daneela tried to reiterate her question, hoping that a bright spot would reveal the awkwardness of Daneesa's death.

"nothing. I just took something that should be mine."

"Say, what have you done to Daneesa! Are you the cause of my sister's death?" Daneela's getting more probed.

"It was not entirely I who caused Daneesa's death, but Ms. Bram had a hand in getting rid of Daneesa."

"Tell me clearly, what have you done!" Daneela began to get inflamed, both hands clutching the shirt craters Lasmi used, her molar teeth began to struggle with emotions.

The old wound over the loss of her twin brother is now gaping back, feeling more painful than ever.

"Tell me what you've done to Daneesa!"

Daneela began to let go of her hands, trying to soften her heart. The clenched hand held back the emotions. Anger flares up, but he tries to master it to get a lot of information.

Lasmi smiled triumphantly. Regardless of Daneela being on the black, she turned to approach Anarya. His right hand stroked the cheek of the man who made him go crazy all this time.

"Anarya, for all of you I will do. I won't let anyone get in the way of our love." Now Lasmi's index finger touched Anarya's lips.

"This love shouldn't make me want to do anything bad. But it was your refusal that forced me to get rid of Daneesa back then. You want to know what happened to your lover, Anarya?" Lasmi looked at the face of Anarya who was still asleep in the subconscious.

"Enough by inciting your Mama, I can grasp everything. Your crazy mother that treasure easily I tools to harm Daneesa who was pregnant big. It was he who caused Daneesa to bleed profusely, eventually losing his life."

Daneela who heard the Lasmi monologue was stunned. He never thought that Daneesa's death was a premeditated murder. Something was getting torn apart and torn apart in his heart. Been very ill.

"Huff .. but your mama is too stupid, Anarya. He can't kill a baby in Daneesa's womb. And I hate that. Because of that boy I can't get your love. You live with the shadow of Daneesa. You don't think that makes me sick?" Lasmi's emotions bulged, she sobbed at the edge of the bed.

"You're crazy, Lasmi. You're too obsessed with Anarya" said Daneela.

"I don't care."

"Your soul is sick."

"Mahaha ...." Lasmi stood up and turned around. "you're wrong Daneela. I'm smart, good at taking advantage of opportunities."

"What opportunities? A killing opportunity to master Anarya?"

"Whatever! I don't care anything."

"Have you been happy all this time, Lasmi?"

"Being happy or not is not important to me. For me the most important thing is to be able to have Anarya without being bothered by any woman."

"Didn't you feel sorry for Anarya? He's been tormented all this time."

"You think I wasn't tormented by Anarya's attitude all along? Does he care? If she just ignored my feelings, why would I care about her feelings?"

"Your heart is dead, Lasmi. But this time you'll care if this footage gets to the police station." Daneela played the recording on her dress.

Lasmi's face changed. Panic now replaced his arrogant face. Unexpectedly, when he fell asleep, Daneela stole the opportunity to record his words.

"You won't have the courage to report me. Bram will be involved. Anarya won't forgive you if you hurt her mother."

"Just do it, Daneela." The weak voice shocked the two women who were fighting with their mouths, as they turned to look at the body of the man who was lying on the bed.

"Marya?" Almost simultaneously they say the word.

There was a happy twinkle in the netra Daneela saw the man who lately had stolen her heart had come to his senses from a long slumber.

But not with Lasmi, his face pias increasingly pias when the man who had made him crazy was aware of all. Now, he is in the crossroads between wanting to run away from the presence of Anarya or keep asking for Anarya's love.

A secret that has been held tightly so far, has now been uncovered by breaking a tangled thread that leaves lara and prolonged sadness.