Shackles Love Men Pay

CHAPTER 12

Wait, just a few minutes' drive. Why does his stomach turn around. Kanaya felt that something was wrong with her, cold sweat and really dizziness and nausea also attacked her simultaneously.

It's not at all funny, how can a drunken Kanaya Alexandra travel. It's unbelievable, there's nothing wrong with Ibra's car.

The car was luxurious, fragrant and it was unlikely that Ibra would use citrus fragrances. Why should it be in these moments.

"Kanaya hold on, you don't want him to think more of you as a village."

It was only Kanaya's way of calming herself down, but no matter how hard she tried her stomach was getting uncomfortable. It felt like all the food had gone up and was ready to spill onto the surface.

"Nowwww."

Kanya smothers her mouth with both hands, Ibra who has since focused on driving now turns to Kanaya, the man momentarily pulled over first, certainly not funny in case of a consecutive collision as a result.

"You sick? Don't be held back if you're nauseous" Ibra said, forcibly pulling out Kanaya's palm, which was smothering her mouth tightly, if she saw what Kanaya was doing now nothing more than self-mortification.

Wewwweeeeekkkk.

Byar, destroyed already Kanaya defense. The woman could no longer hold him for longer, and Ibra also interfered by forcibly withdrawing her hand.

"Aauuwwwhh, hot."

Ibra bit her lips, grabbed a tissue and immediately cleared Kanaya's lips and chin. His clothes were no longer helpful.

His stomach contents were drained out, and unfortunately his nausea was still felt. Kanaya embarrassed? Of course, but to pretend is too late.

"You don't have a fever" Ibra said, staring fixedly at Kanaya's pale face, the woman was really worried.

"M-forgive me."

Feeling bad, it felt embarrassed when I realized his clothes were wet. It can be ascertained that everything that entered his stomach since morning came out all. Kanaya did not dare to open her eyes, really now it feels like she has no face.

"Wait here."

As soon as possible Ibra came out and left Kanaya alone. I don't know where the destination is but Kanaya can see Ibra running to a place not far from his car.

"It's a shame, Kanaya .. why is it always this way."

The second meeting was equally chaotic, Kanaya fouled the fingers and Ibra's car this time. After three weeks of going crazy, he is now drunk but helpless.

Not long after, the man returned. With a few paper bags in his hand. What might be clothes, Kanaya thought yet she was really all that nice.

"Change your clothes, I'll wait." Ibra handed over the paper bag she had just obtained a moment ago, it was fortunate that she stopped at a place like this so as to ease her steps.

"Get out," Kanaya pushed her eyebrows together, Ibra only ruled while she was still in the car as well.

"No, it's hot."

"Then you mean? That's right," sizzled Kanaya while staring intently at Ibra, this man in the middle of a massive mode or how it really is.

"Ck, yes just open it .. anyway I've seen it," he said glancing at Kanaya's sensitive area with a flat gaze but it was clearly naughty.

"Ibra I'm not kidding, please come out for a moment."

"I told you I don't want to, just change it now, I won't eat you anyway, it's in the car .. where might I vent it here."

It sucks, but if Kanaya has to come out it is impossible because her clothes look disgusting. There was no other way, forced Kanaya to steal the opportunity and warning Ibra not to look at him.

"Dare to see I was blind to old age" Kanaya threatened but made Ibra want to laugh once more, she thought Ibra would be afraid of her swearing.

Kanaya quickly opened her shirt, aww got wet. It was like undressing in public, even though Ibra did not see him at all, Kanaya was worried.

"Already," Kanaya said after her heart seemed to be dislodged from its place because it was driven to change her clothes quickly.

"Hm, I know," she said briefly and suddenly Kanaya blocked her chest with her hands, as if the man saw everything, Kanaya thought suspiciously.

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Return to continue the journey, after making sure Kanaya is better. But Ibra's goal this time is not Kanaya's house, but a hospital.

The woman's dullness and pallor made her very worried, without Kanaya's consent she was now speeding and Kanaya also did not realize that the path Ibra chose was now different.

Blowing wind out there seems very pleasant, the leaves that seem to sway on the edge of the road as if making the inner Kanaya calm carried away by natural situations.

"Descending" Ibra said when they arrived at the hospital, Kanaya who planga plongo was still trying to recognize where he was.

"Why are we here? Are you sick or want to see your family?" Plain or stupid in fact, Kanaya asked so while Ibra looked at him while sighing slowly.

"You who are sick, what do you think can survive when it is so weak, Kanaya." Ibra shook her head slowly, for some reason she felt annoyed at Kanaya's carelessness that maintained the pain.

"I-i don't ...."

"I didn't ask for your approval, let's go in. I don't want you to throw up in my car anymore" Ibra said sounding serious but that's not what she meant.

"Death to me, if it's true how," the inner Kanaya gazed far away in an indeterminate direction, further adding confidence if she was indeed sick.

"Do I need to carry? Hm?" Warning with a cold voice and threatening eyes, if Kanaya did not immediately comply, of course, he would carry the woman in a way.

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