Confidence(new)

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Darkness greeted Dara from her long slumber, her hands palpating, looking for the glass she used to place on the nightstand. But not found, Dara frowned, her disheveled face looked to the side. His eyes found neither the glass nor the alarm clock.

Dara examined this dark room and as her eyes stared at the balcony, she recognized that this was not her room, but her lover's room. Dara learned through the absence of flowercrown flowers that are always hanging on the balcony of her room.

Squirming his body, Vaporized with one of his arms closed. Gather awareness and try to wake up. Dara would wake up but at a glance her eyes caught there was perfume and other equipment that belonged to the woman. There's no way Nanta could use make up. So who's it belong to?

Dara hurriedly got up and went straight to the mirror below which was a table that usually only had perfume and hair gel. Now on the table is there women's makeup equipment?

Dara grabbed one of the lipsticks there and then immediately came out with mixed feelings, restless, sick and angry. Dara is never easily angry. He prefers to hold, but this time he really needs an explanation.

There Nanta was struggling with the frying pan. Nanta smiled as he saw Andara standing in the doorway of his room.

But the face of Andara did not show the slightest hospitality. His heart was like a dull knife, hurt and felt stuck.

Dara approached Nanta, without saying much he put the lipstick on the table hard, so that maybe the lipstick in it broke.

Nanta was surprised, but he could cover up his shock well. He looked relaxed like he didn't know anything. Nanta casually released the apron from his body. Put it on the pantry table.

Nanta still stared with his sweet smile. It was rare to see this little girl get angry. He was even cool to enjoy the red face of Andara, his hands were about to reach the haircut that brazenly covered the beautiful face of Andara. Understandably Dara just woke up directly approached her lover.

Dara brushed off Nanta's hand violently, Her blue eyes glaring in annoyance. His breath hunted with eyes that began to glaze over.

"No, I have another woman! is Brother Bosen the same as Andara?" The girl was not angry and was crying.

Dara is upset and emotional but the fear of losing her is greater, beating her ego. Nanta is also surprised he thinks Andara will be angry like women in general. Is wrong! Andara is not like any other woman. She is just a beautiful woman alone. And Nanta promises to always be a backup for Andara.

Not answering the question, Nanta immediately hugged his lover tightly. How could he hurt a girl as good as you? he hated himself for making this girl cry.

Kissing the top of your head many times, hugging tightly while continuing to rub the girl's back, trying to calm her sobbing.

"Darling?" call Nanta to the girl in his arms.

"Bad brother! Who's that lipstick?"

Dara was sure it belonged to another woman. Because this is not the first time he found lipstick, remember when the lipstick was left in Nanta's car first. This time, I have to get clarity.

"Who's it?" asked Andara in between sobbing, rubbing the rough tears on her cheeks.

Retreating to stay away, he should know who it was!

"It belongs to Umi dear!" Nanta had to lie.

"Become honest, whatever you want, you have to be honest!" there was a tone of decisiveness in Andara's voice.

"Sister won't lie to you. Brother love you!" Nanta said that from his heart.

Dara shook her head, she could not believe but had no reason to deny. Dara turned around to leave, but Nanta held back Andara's hand and immediately pulled the hand until Dara got into her arms.

"Hey listen, if I don't love you anymore, then I'll definitely leave without thinking of surviving!" Nanta said with a stare right at the blue bead of Andara.

His big hands were on both sides of the girl's cheeks. Forcing you to look into her eyes, but those tear-soaked eyes were tightly closed unwilling to look at her.

"Hey look at me, please dear," said Nanta softly near Andara's face.

Dara nodded still with a slight sob. How could he imagine if this man would lie to him. Dara convinced herself that this was a misunderstanding even though deep in her little heart she felt that something was wrong here.

"I love you without being able to explain it, it feels like just my heart is beating fast when near you, I feel pain when I see you cry." Nanta paused for a moment to make sure Andara wanted to believe him.

"I don't want to lose you for whatever reason!" The words Nanta spoke from the bottom of his heart.

Dara even more sobbing, then hugged the man in front of her tightly. Likewise with Nanta he was relieved and hugged Andara no less tightly. Really he does not want to lose Andara in any way, including lying.

Pecking repeatedly on Andara's forehead fondly, Really! this is the girl he loved so much.

"Because of fear, Dara doesn't want you to have another woman!" andara's words touched Nanta's feelings a little. Because in reality he lied. Nanta closed his eyes tightly, the pain was really this stifling feeling. Could it be that there was only you in her life? Thought Ananta with a grim face. It feels like bajing*n.

Without them knowing, there was someone else hearing their conversation. Nadia came into the apartment when Andara was angry. He hid because he did not want to make things worse, but it turned out to be like stabbing himself with a knife in his hand. Miris, she smiled smirkingly with tears streaming down her cheeks.

Nadia came out of the apartment feeling crumpled, clutching her front shirt tightly. This pain really tormented him.

How long he can endure, waiting for the heart to have its owner. Whether he may be angry at the fate of God, may he ask if he first met with Nanta before Andara. Nadia laughed loudly along the hallway of the apartment. Laughing at him, he was like a third person trying to snatch someone else's property. But that man is her husband!

Nadia sat in a row, shouting silently as she smacked her chest trying to reduce the stifling feeling.

While in a room Dara is still sobbing, because women are basically more sensitive, Dara still believes something is wrong, but does not know what. He could feel that Nanta was loving him but I don't know he just felt a little tight in his chest.

Nanta patiently hugged Dara while rubbing Andara's head affectionately. They are currently sitting on the sofa in front of the TV.

Nanta knows that this lie will become a time bomb for his relationship, which will explode at some point with a wide impact explosion. Feeling the same tightness, sinking deeper into a lie he really didn't want.

Hearing the sound of Your breathing that began to be regular, Nanta knew if Andara had fallen asleep. He peaked the top of his lover's head. Trying to ease the tightness that holds him.

The voice notification coming from his phone, interfered with his daydream. His hand grabbed the phone in his pants pocket.

It was a message from Nadia, and there were some calls from Saka. Perhaps the man was looking for the whereabouts of his little girl.

Sending a message to Saka, informing her that Andara will be staying at her apartment. Then switch to open a message from his wife.

Nadias

assalamualaikum baht.

I didn't come home tonight because of last night, so I went home to my house closer than the clinic. Don't forget to eat.

nadia to

wallaikumsalam

Yeah, be careful on the road. Do not forget to eat either.

Nanta put his phone back. His hands again actively rubbed Andara's head. Pay attention to the girl's face that is a little damp because after crying. Her tiny lips were also naturally reddened, and again this face was her favorite.

Right now he can dodge because Andara still believes him. Then how about it, he really doesn't want Dara to stay away from him. Hated by this girl, how can she. Dara was once injured by her parents, and to this day they still have not met. Then what if later Andara also stay away from him.

Nanta rubbed his face rough. Hugged Andara tighter, muttering affectionate sentences to reduce the tightness in her heart.