Forced to Marry Stepbrother

16. Determinedly

POV CANA

It turns out that fate never once sided with me. Why did God have to bring me back to him when now there was no hope for us to repeat everything?

There is no more love for me. He hates me, even he already has a future wife now.

My life will never be happy. There will only be suffering.

I threw this body on the edge of the bed. Exhaling rough breaths. Hoping with it, the feeling of tightness in the chest can be reduced.

“Yes Allah, what is it that You are in the servant to the extent that you must continue punishing such a servant?” I wailed while closing my eyes.

It hurts so much to see people who used to be your life spirit, now turn hostile to you. It was powerless to see Dien so attentive to the girl. This heart feels squeezed. Be ill.

“Stop crying! Your voice is noisy!”

My eyes opened and immediately looked.

Found Dien leaning in the doorway. His face looks cold. His eyes are sharp too. Totally different from his old attitude. Now there is no longer a shady face and a sweet smile.

“I don't cry,” lies me while rubbing eyelids that are clearly watery.

“You till when do you cheat people? Not tired what lives in lies continues?”

“I didn't lie, Di.”

“Not a lie? How sad. You sly woman. Who would believe that a mur4h4n girl like you wouldn't lie?”

The man snorted.

I got up from sitting. Attempted to approach. This lip I still forced to show off a smile even though my heart now feels torn apart amazingly.

“You want me to live with lies. Want me to be sneaky. Want me cheap. That's my right, Di. As long as I don't harm others, I think I'm free to do that.”

I have tried my hardest not to look weak in front of him, but still my voice is still trembling. Even tears just melt away.

“Do not harm others?” he said with a cynical smile.

“Then what betrayal you used to do, Na? Don't you feel you've harmed me? Ah, I'm so naive. I should have been self-aware because obviously you never cared about my feelings. You just consider me a toy.”

What does this man mean? I don't care about him? Think toys?

“You're wrong, Di. I care about you. I care about how you feel. That's why I had to do it all. For your sake. For Aunt Mita. Never once did I get caught up in my head that I wanted to make you a toy. I really love you, Di.”

Again only a mocking smile I saw on his face.

“Enough, Na. Stop your bullshit. And never ever bring my name and Mother to cover up your pleasures that only want to satisfy your wild n*friars.”

Plaque...

My hand just moved, slapping Dien's face.

“Ka-mu outrageous, Di. You're really evil.

He did not respond, but his gaze was so sharp.

“If you call me evil just because I talk like that? Then, what do you want to call for betraying me, huh?”

He memb3ntakku.

“I told you, Di. If I did it for you. I can't possibly betray you because I love you, Di.”

My voice also went up.

“Already, Kana! I'm sick of your talk that-that keeps going! You should know yourself. Girl vilifying like you doesn't deserve to love me. And as long as you know, I'm really sorry because I was crazy about two-faced women like you.”

“B*r*ngsek you, On. Though, I m4ti-m4tian sacrificed for you and your mother, but this is your reply?”

“Cih. What sacrifice, huh?”

Looking at the man.

“I just pray, hopefully someday you will never regret all these words. May the time of truth be revealed, you do not blame yourself.”

My voice is really hoarse. This throat feels dry. As if, he could no longer make a sound.

“What is this, son? What do you want Kana”

Mother Dien suddenly came. He came straight up and hugged me.

“Mother don't get caught. She's a con woman. Women are not right. Garbage.”

Be ill. Really sick. I cry in silence. In the arms of a foreign woman who a few days ago helped me.

“Astagfirullah.., watch what you say, Di! I don't like you insulting a woman like that. Iska take Dien out. Let's stay with you, Kana.”

“Kak, let's get out. Brother must cool head Brother.”

I heard footsteps move away. It seemed that the man and his lover had left.

“Na..., sit down first yes, dear,” said the middle-aged woman as she led me to sit on the edge of the bed.

I comply. Sit over. Mom sat down beside me.

“What really happened? Do you know Dien?” continue to look at me softly.

I nodded, but did not dare to open my voice.

“What Can Kana tell Mom about Kana's relationship with Dien?”

For a moment I hesitated to tell her because I did not fully trust her.

However, for some reason my little heart seemed to be struggling to tell a story. About everything that happened in my life.

At the end of the day, the story just flows. From my closeness to Dien to our engagement.

I also told about my disgrace with Brother Zii to arrive at the divorce I experienced and the reason why I finally decided to commit suicide.

“Astagfirullah, O Allah, Dear. Dien should know everything, son. You have to explain everything.”

I'm shaking.

“Neg, Mom. I didn't want to see him regret it and ended up leaving his future wife. I don't want Iska disappointed and betrayed. Anyway, I can't have kids, Mom. So, let Dien be with Iska because I am sure they will be happy.”

“But, Darling. You have to explain everything. In any case Dien should know.”

I shake again.

“Bu..” I clasped his hand and looked at him seriously.

“I beg you this time only. Keep everything a secret from Dien and Iska.”

“Then, how about you, son?”

I smiled broadly.

“I'll busy myself to improve, Mom. I'm sure I'll be able to forget everything. So, can I ask Mom for help. Guide me to being a better person, Mom. I want to change.”

“Definitely, Dear. I'll guide you.”

Mom took me straight into her arms. On the sidelines of my sobs I can still smile because I am grateful there are still good people who want to help and help me.

‘Yes Allah. This time I promise to change because of you. I hope You are meridoinya.’

I hope what happened in the past will be a lesson for me. May Allah present one who will accept all these shortcomings.

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