But not Me

Rebellious

"Call him here,!" Tell Bagas to Anwar.

Without having to mention who to bring, Anwar already understood that Dara was what Bagas meant to bring him to face his master.

Since last night Anwar has been ordered to bring Dara back to his room and is no longer allowed to stay in the pavilion, no matter how weak Dara is at the moment, Bagas was already angry and upset with Dara's attitude that always opposed him, Bagas' blood was always made to boil when the woman opposed everything he said and always viewed herself as a dangerous enemy, although the fact is Bagas is very dangerous for Dara.

"Who told you to sit there!" Shouted Bagas as Dara was about to sit on the empty seat at the dining table, making Dara stop his steps and stand silent at the edge of the dining table where Bagas and Kamila were sitting and preparing to enjoy their breakfast.

"Serve us, prepare food and pour me a drink" Bagas's eyes locked on Dara's obedient nod and carried out everything he was told without protesting, his face did not even look angry or upset at all.

"Honey, he spilled orange juice on the shirt you just bought yesterday!" Adu Kamila who accidentally nudged Dara's hand which was still wrapped in bandages so that the glass pitcher containing orange juice was slightly spilled because his hand was shaky due to holding pain, and hit the arm of Kamila's shirt.

"Clean it up and apologize to her!" Bagas orders Dara with a look of killing him, he knows and sees clearly that Dara is not wrong, because Kamila was the one who deliberately nudged Dara's injured left hand, he knew, but Bagas' anger towards Dara seemed to blind his own eyes, and still asked Dara to apologize and clean Kamila's clothes.

While Kamila smiled satisfied because Bagas finally returned like he used to defend him no matter what, his evil glance was deliberately placed on his honey who did not dare to wiggle because under the pressure of Bagas who was not oernah sided with him even though he was both his legal wife in the house.

"Ahh, it's already! Instead of being clean you even made my clothes dirtier," Kamila pushed until Dara staggered a few steps back, her body was still too weak, her path still chopped as a result of stepping on broken glass, and she was still stuck in the street, fortunately, he was able to balance his body and not fall to the floor.

But as if it was not enough to get there, when Dara walked to walk towards Bagas and prepare her husband's breakfast, Kamila scuttle her lacquer steps, and, until he fell right under Bagas' feet.

Nyer,,, uh,,,,

Bagas' heart rippled very hard when he saw Dara fall down under his feet, wanting it to feel like he was hugging and helping him stand up, only the ego in him fortified all those feelings, he said, silence and pretending not to care is the attitude that Bagas currently chooses in the face of difficult situations that occur right in front of his eyes.

There is no resistance at all from Dara, even though he knows that Kamila is working on him, that Bagas is also impressed to let him, so that makes the woman more courageous to bully him.

Bagas threw his gaze away from the figure of Dara who was now resting on the floor,

"Darling, you come with me for breakfast outside, I don't have any more breakfast at home!" take Bagas while getting up from his seat and leave Dara who was struggling to get up from the floor in aid of Anwar who reached out his hand because he felt pity.

"Darling, just drive that woman out of your house, I don't like to see her around you, I'm afraid you're caliph and tempted by her" Kamila said, and taking advantage of the karwna situation in the current sense Bagas is being very kind to her and it seems that her husband is also very upset at the honey.

"I've told you over and over again not to interfere in my affairs, I know better what I should do, so stop meddling in my personal matters!" bagas said coldly, making Kamila feel that Bagas did not seem to want Dara to leave his house.

But Kamila had thought of many ways how Dara could go forever or even drive away from her house Bagas, all just waiting for time to launch all her plans.

While in the house of Bagas residence, Dara can only cry without tears, it was dry Dara's tears just to cry over his bad luck, he is now really in a position and situation that is very difficult for him, really want himself to rebel and fight, but what if Bagas makes his threat about the safety of his family in the village, but if he continues to resign himself and let Bagas who not only hurt his heart and his feelings but also hurt his scales, plus now there is Kamila who also adds to his suffering, he said, it looks like Dara will not be able to live this all, he still has to find a way so that he can be free from the snares of Bagas and get out of the cursed house.

Until nightfall Dara just sat staring in her room thinking about all the possibilities she could do to leave, but neither did she have the answers to all the questions she gave to her own heart, everything seems impossible, and everything feels Dara too difficult, given the number of guards in this house and dozens of household assistants who seemed to be the second eye after the cctv in every corner of the room of the house.

The door of her room suddenly opened, Dara could already guess who was coming, who else would dare to enter her room freely except Bagas and Kamila of course, only those two humans had always been so arbitrary towards him.

Dara's guess was right, this time Bagas came to see her. Dara was determined not to be trampled by Bagas or Kamila, anyway he would not succumb to the mentally ill husband and wife.

"What else, sir, why is it that every night always see me, is the wife of the very lord that you love is not able to serve the master, or even does not make you excited?" dara asked in a mocking tone.

"You, why is your mouth getting here getting sassy and brave, hem?" Bagas stamped Dara's chin with one hand, so that now Dara looks very challenging and tempting because of his cold face and gaze which now began to dare to return his eyes as if inviting him to stretch.

"If you don't want anyone to be presumptuous and brave to you, then you should have kicked me out as early as possible, before I got bolder and more presumptuous to you, for money matters, for money matters, I'll take it!" said Dara without any fear, he felt desperate to face Bagas, like the saying 'win to ashes, lose to charcoal' or in other words, whatever he did against Bagas, like the saying, he knows the end result must be he will lose, but unfortunately this time he is not willing to give up.

"It's not that easy, because I prefer to teach a stray cat like you to be obedient to me," Bagas smeared the mat of Dara's lips that were right in front of him, his passion could not be lied to, the feeling suddenly appeared and uncontrollably, the temptation of Dara's red and wet lips made her waver.

Dara revolted, really she did not want to repeat back what Bagas did to her when she took her chastity the other day.

"Trust me, until the apocalypse you won't be able to repay the money I gave your parents 20 times, but you can pay with your body, I'll let you go and assume your debt is paid off if I don't want your body anymore!" Bagas grinned full of demonic naps, making Dara shivering to hear all the words of Bagas who intended to make him his lustful gratifier, making Dara shiver, how could he be trapped with a monster as savage and as cruel as Bagas who firmly made himself pela cur in the guise of marriage.