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The Third Woman in the Life of the Indra

"Here it is, the important thing is that it has all passed, and now we can unite, without anyone who can interfere," Zara looked at Indra lovingly, and vice versa.

"But ...," Indra hung up her sentence. The depth of his eyes really meant that he was not doing well.

"But what, Ndra?" Zara frowned, seeing the doubt now clearly implied in Indra's eyes.

"Is he messing with this relationship? If not, why does he look so doubtful?" murmured Zara in the heart.

"But ...," Indra repeated, as if the doubt stuck her lips to continue her speech.

"But what?" ask Zara again, getting impatient.

"There's something I need to tell you, Zara. When I'm done talking, I leave it all to you. Whether you're going to fight for our love, or you're going to back off and get back to him" Indra stared fixedly at Zara. While Zara who was stared at, actually looked at Indra with her her gaze.

"Whatever you want to say, I don't want to hear it, Ndraa," said Zara.

"If you don't want to hear me, then how can you make a decision?" Indra did not end up thinking with Zara's way of thinking. She is a girl who believes strongly in what she thinks of herself, without being willing to consider the conditions outside of herself.

"Because my decision has been unanimous, Ndra. I have chosen you and want to live with you all my life. What else should I hear and consider?" sahut Zara, really has no taste in listening to Indra's words. Zara really does not like if Indra offends the man she once loved, even though she herself has decided to choose Indra and live with him.

"Listen to me first, Zara! There's one side to my life that you should know, that you might never have imagined" Indra opened the line.

Deg. There were a lot of questions in Zara's mind.

"One side of her life I should know about? Was there another woman in his life before me? Or maybe ...," inner Zara.

"You should know that you're the third woman in my life, Zara. And forever it will stay that way, nothing will ever change," Indra sighed harshly. Now he circulated his gaze and stopped as his eyes were fixed on the ceiling of the room.

"No problem. Even though I am the third, I am your only future. Everyone has a past, Ndra. You have a past in your life, and so do I. I have a past in my life. Let the past be part of our story, whether bitter or sweet. Provided, do not let the past be a shadow that will hinder our happiness in the future," said Zara, while assuring herself that she is capable of doing what she said.

"But I want the three of you to remain my foothold in meeting my future. That's why I gave you a choice. If you want that future to belong to just the two of us, then I'll let you go right now. But if you can accept the other two women in my life, let's carve that future together" Indra took a deep breath and threw it back slowly, before finally looking at Zara with a million questions and wishes that raged in his heart.

"You?" Zara looked at Indra with a disappointed look.

"Zara," from his view, Indra looks no mess with his words.

"Where are women willing to live like that, Ndra. As strong as I am, still I am not that strong to share one man with several women at once in my entire life," Zara did not want to return Indra's gaze. He turned his face away, and threw his gaze in any direction.

Feeling increasingly hot with his own mind, Zara moved from her seat and rushed to the balcony of the president suite room to wipe the puddle that had been so forced to break through his defense.

"Why should love if only to hurt?" that was what Zara had in mind.

But just a few steps Zara swing her legs, the sound of Indra successfully makes Zara stop and sculpt instantly.

"The two women are my mother and brother" Indra half exclaimed.

"What?" Zara turned her body.

"Why didn't you tell me from earlier, heh?" Zara rounded her eyes. While clucking in annoyance, he again approached Indra and took a sitting position next to her.

"My mother and sister are my life, Zara. And I want women who are willing to live with me to know that, and to put them as beautiful as they are in my heart,"

"You know? They are my only reason to live. Our journey to this point has not been easy, Zara. For years my sister worked as a ballerina to keep us alive, and for my school and college expenses."

"He pawned his oath of allegiance to Daniel Cullen and chose to take the oath of allegiance to Mr. Prabu with one request, Mr. Prabu guaranteed salvation and took my life and my mother's. Even to convince Mr. Prabu that he was not messing with his words, my brother hurt his own face, until Mr. Prabu finally convinced and let him live, as well as me and my mother. From then on my sister had plastic surgery and erased her identity first, as well as ensuring the material adequacy and safety of my life and mother's,"

"And from then on, ever since I knew how much sacrifice my brother made for both of us, I swore to myself that I would take his place. I'm the one who will take his place and make sure that my two women are living happily" Indra looked very serious with her words. While Zara, just listen to Indra's story carefully, while trying to digest what the man told her.

"In the dictionary of my life, I never wrote the names of any woman other than my mother and sister. But suddenly you came into my life without me, Zara. Ilove you. But on the other hand I don't want to involve you in my vows. I'm afraid you're overwhelmed with all that," for the first time, Zara sees another figure in Indra. A figure that looks so cute and cold in the eyes of everyone, it turns out to have a very loving attitude.

"I will help you to fulfill your vow" said Zara, making the twinkle in Indra's eyes light up instantly.

"But I swore I would take the place of all the burdens he bore. And I don't want you to be burdened with it" Indra said so emphatically.

"And I'm so ready to take on that burden, Ndra," Zara's great-grandson, trying to convince a beloved man who is still helplessly drooping.

"Married me, and you'll see that I never messed with my words" Zara continued in a passionate manner.

"But my mother ...," Indra again hung up her sentence.

"Why your mother?" Zara frowned.

"Mother wants a daughter-in-law who can accompany her days. A daughter-in-law who is just busy at home, with all my business and her grandchildren. And you ...," at last the sentence came out of Indra's mouth. Her fear that her mother would reject Zara became a burden to her.

"And me, I was a girl who always upheld my free soul to fly higher and reach for all my obsessions. I am a girl who cannot stay at home and just be a real housewife, because my life always revolves around a mission that every challenge I really enjoy. Is that right, Mr Indra?" now Zara was looking at Indra with her sharp gaze. I don't know what Zara was thinking at the time, which is clear she wanted the assertiveness of a man who is now right in front of her.

Indra only speaks a thousand languages. His tongue was so twisted, not knowing how to respond to Zara's words that so struck his heart. Yes, Zara is the only love that can tear her heart's defenses apart, but not the kind of girl she wants.

"And you'll say if you give up? Is there not the slightest desire in your heart to fight for me in front of your mother, Mr Indra?" Zara spoke her formal language again.

Indeed, in Zara's heart, she did not blame the wishes of Indra's mother at all. Because after all, every mother must have special criteria and desires for the future of her sons and daughters. What makes Zara not like is, as if Indra gave up just like that, and only gave two choices to Zara without trying to convince her mother first to be able to accept Zara as she is.

"Zara, I ...," Indra had not yet finished his words, Zara had stood up and was about to leave Indra in her bed.

"It's free for me here if my presence means nothing to you, sir. No matter how much I want to be able to melt your mother, it will be meaningless if there is not a single struggle that you do as a man. You won't even try to talk to her first, and you'll conclude right away that the criteria for the girl she likes aren't with me, sir. So it's clear everything. You are indeed giving up," Zara hurriedly brushed off her belongings.

"Zara, where are you going?" Indra starts to get confused in her patient bed, seeing that Zara will just leave her.

Not a single word came out of Zara's mouth. He continued to pack his belongings, no longer concerned with Indra's call and the hand Indra gave him.

"Zara!" call Indra once again full of pinta.

Zara's not budging. His regret at the cowardly man in front of him was truly already at the god level. Until without a second thought, Zara went to the exit to leave Indra.

"Goodbye, Sir. May you get the sweet girl that you and your mother want" Zara said, turning to Indra. A second later, hendel the door Zara turned.

"Zara! Auuuuw," Indra tried to get out of his sleep and intended to hinder Zara, but dear indeed. Three parts of Indra's new body in a matter of days operated on, absolutely can not be invited to compromise. Until because Indra was too forced to sit and chase Zara, Indra's body fell to the floor, with bandages that were still plastered, as well as an infusion bottle that fell following her body. Blood poured profusely from the direction of Indra's hand, due to the intravenous needle that released itself.

Seeing that frightening thing, Zara rounded her eyes and ran towards Indra. Even the things he brought he threw away just like that, in order to be able to scatter into the body of the man he really loved.

"Indraaaa .., hiks ..., hiks ..., hix ...,"

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