UNTIL THE LAST BREATH
SABIAN I HATE YOU
Nara stayed overnight in the house, and the next day she returned to Villa Yaris. He wants to pack his things, get out of here and move to live with his family.
Just as her suitcase was finished being laid out, she saw the shameless Salsa standing at the door of her room. Nara did not care, pulled her suitcase and walked out.
"Where are you going?" Salsa blocked Nara's path.
Before he completely destroyed Nara and Bian, Nara really couldn't leave here.
Nara brushed off Salsa's hand with an expressionless flat face.
Salsa staggered, trying to rebalance her body, narrowing with a hateful gaze, like wanting to kill.
"Nara, do you really want to know, where your brother was actually transferred?"
Nara still turned her back to Salsa as before, but her steps stopped, but also did not answer Salsa's question.
"The accident that your brother had was not an accident at all, but it was Bian who helped me get revenge, forced your brother to race, even deliberately looking for people to hit him. The only thing beyond estimation is, your brother's life is so much.”
Hearing this, Nara was very shocked, "What did you say?"
She turned her body around, her pretty eyes throwing a cold glance towards Salsa, step by step walking closer towards Salsa.
Nara's entire body was filled with an aura of hostility, "Tell me again that sentence you just said, as well as my brother's whereabouts! Just try if you dare to say something vague to me?"
Seeing Nara who was before him at this moment, Salsa suddenly recalled Bian. When Bian wanted to kill someone, his expression was the same as this, Nara's charisma was exactly the same as Bian's.
Salsa secretly felt shocked, but the hatred in her heart towards Nara was increasing.
"There's no problem for me to tell you, Bian likes me, he won't have the heart to see me get mistreated, therefore he's looking for someone to face your brother, and do it for me.”
“About Abim .. he is currently under the supervision of Private Hospital owned by Gumilang Group.”
She took a bit of her hair and played it with her hands, her white and small face expressing hatred.
"When you meet your sister, take care of her well, have broken up, also still call me by what name it is, ‘female beloved’? Huh! Your brother really disgusts people!”
Nara immediately raised her hand and slapped hard into Salsa's face. Can be seen clearly slap marks with five fingers.
"Salsa, what right do you have to insult other disgusting people? You were the one who seduced my sister, made her fall in love with you. You spread rumors everywhere that our family is harassing you!”
“In addition it also says that my sister harassed you. If talking about disgusting, Salsa, where is there anyone who dares to sign you?!”
"Just you!” Salsa wanted to reply, from the corner of her eyes she saw Bian walking over.
He immediately lowered his head, suddenly coughing, pretending to be sad.
"Nara, it was me who was not good enough, the Tanjung Family for years raised me as a child and took care of me. Although you guys are not nice to me, often beat me, insult me, do not give me food, I can hold everything.”
"But your brother .. didn't know what happened to your brother back then. He caught me and did not want to let go of me, wanted to force me to abuse me, I really did not want to, but if I did not resist, my chastity would be lost.”
"I take great care of my chastity, I don't want to just give it to her ...”
"Salsa, what nonsense are you?!” Nara wanted to laugh angrily at Salsa's words, she reached out and clasped Salsa's collar.
Bian appeared and walked with his big strides, protecting Salsa with one of his hands, and the other hand got rid of Nara.
Nara did not put up the horses, so she staggered and fell hard to the floor. The leg that was injured earlier, sprained. Already the wound plus sprained, the pain made Nara to grit her teeth.
"Nara.” The man protected Salsa in front of him, the melodious and cold voice echoed, "You've always been tormenting Salsa, are you tired of living?"
Who actually tortured who?
Nara let out a voice that harassed her. He glanced at Salsa who was smiling silently behind Bian.
His palm held on to the floor and stood up slowly.
The frightening gaze of the man deliberately looked at Nara's right hand, the ring finger of his right hand suddenly blankly leaping, within his black eyes was raging a frightening mood.
"The longer you run rampant huh, how dare you hit people in my house. Am I being too patient with you? Huh uh?!"
Bian is not even willing to let go of Nara's father and sister, why is Nara afraid of her?
According to Nara, what was more frightening was when she heard Salsa's words saying that Bian was doing unkind things to his family. At the same time with his heart torn apart.
Nara still had little hope for Bian. He would ask Bian himself the truth about this.
"I'm asking you, my papa was beaten up, thrown in the street, and also about my brother who had an accident. Did you arrange for people to do it?"
Hearing this, Salsa's eyes became somewhat luminous. Bian instead was even flabbergasted for a moment, there was a hint of a puzzled expression flashing across his eyes.
When did Bian ever touch Nara's family?
Bian just cut off their source of funds so they can't raise money. But, his hand went into his pants pocket and touched the item inside that he had just bought back.
He smiled coldly and said, "Mistake it yourself to death.”
A sentence so cold, proving the sin he had done, also tore Nara's heart hard. Nara once thought of leaving Bian and not loving Bian anymore.
Nara had once imagined how sad, hurt, and sick she would be when they would not be able to go back to how they used to be, unable to make up like they used to.
But, Nara did not expect that this would incur such a deep wound and make her despair like this!
Nara's eyes were flooded with hatred.
"Dian, I hate you!”
Salsa stood behind Bian, casually looking at this good drama.
Bian's eyes narrowed a bit. "You hate me?”
The corner of his lips smiled, his cold laughter was terrifying, "What right do you have to hate me?!”
"I can accept and hold back all the things you did to me, but why did you bring my family?" Nara stared fixedly at Bian with her red eyes, all over her body trembling in anger.
"Bian, my mom and dad, and my brother never hurt you. All this time they liked you a lot, but you did something like this to them ...”
"Because I told you.” Bian interrupted Nara's words with a furious expression, "I want to make you live tormented half to death, because they want to come with you to suffer together ..”.
Before the sentence was finished, Nara had already raised her hand in anger. But, managed to be arrested and detained Bian.
Bian's facial expression was extremely cold and brushed off Nara's hand with one hand. That power should not hurt Nara at all, but Nara fell to the floor instead.
Bian frowned, subconsciously wanting to extend his hand, but then he held himself back from doing that.
Nara's legs had just sprained, so her body was very weak. Of course it fell immediately when pushed.
Nara tried several times to get up on her feet, but her legs and arms were not powered up. As soon as he moved a little, he immediately felt pain, his bones like a pounder being twisted between his flesh violently.
Suddenly Nara let out a soft laugh, laughing at herself. Bian was protecting her so much, now Bian is hurting her so deeply.
Nara says that she hates Bian, to the extent that she is willing to die with Bian. But the most embarrassing thing was that everything that happened had already become like this, but Nara was still not desperate, still harboring a bit of illusion, hoping on Bian.
Funny, yeah. Very amusing.
Bian's feelings were stored towards Nara, Salsa could see it much more clearly than anyone else.
Salsa saw that Nara was sad, then she narrowed her eyes, and immediately put on a face like an older sister who loved her sister.
"Nara, not hurt?"
He walked over, bent over wanting to support Nara, his body covering Bian's gaze. Using the nail art he had not done before, he clawed the back of his own palm hard.
"ah! Nara you .…”
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