Kanaya's sharp gaze was directed at Mr. Daren after lowering Kanaya on the sofa in the living room of Cantika's house. Meanwhile, Mr. Daren, who received a sharp gaze from Kanaya, acted calm as if everything was now fine.
"Explain what you want to explain to me right now! Especially you, Cantika!" Kanaya said in a high tone.
Jeder..
Cantika was stunned again when Kanaya said in a high tone for the second time. How about Mr. Daren? The killer lecturer looked at Kanaya with a look that was difficult to interpret.
"Ok. Nobody wants to explain it to me, right? It's useless for me to be here. Excuse me!" Kanaya got up from her seat to step out of Cantika's house, but Kanaya's footsteps stopped when a familiar baritone voice called Kanaya's name.
"Return to your seat, Kanaya!" Mr. Daren said.
Kanaya remained where she was standing without turning around to look at where Mr. Daren was. Firm footsteps sounded in Kanaya's eardrums. With a thousand steps, Kanaya dared to leave Pak Daren and Cantika and headed towards his motorbike. However, Kanaya felt unlucky when she forgot that the motorbike keys were still in Mr. Daren's hands. Without thinking, Kanaya ran to the main road looking for a taxi to leave Cantika's house.
Huh..
A heavy sigh was heard from Kanaya's lips when she was in the taxi. Kanaya felt relieved when she managed to escape from Cantika's house. Moreover, running away from Mr. Daren. The feeling of relief and calm in Kanaya's heart right now is extraordinary. Meanwhile Mr. Daren shook his head in disbelief at what Kanaya had done. Yes. Mr. Daren knows Kanaya's character, but Mr. Daren really doesn't believe what he saw today. Kanaya can run away from him.
"What an interesting and unique woman. I accept the challenge from you, Kanaya, my future wife," Pak Daren muttered while looking at the taxi Kanaya was riding in which had passed in front of Pak Daren.
The uncrowded roads made Kanaya arrive home quickly. Kanaya immediately climbed the stairs to her room. Laying down her tired body this afternoon was Kanaya's only choice to release the mixed feelings in Kanaya's heart. Kanaya's anger rose again when she remembered Mr Daren carrying her bridal style. What Mr. Daren did when he was at Cantika's house disturbed Kanaya's liver and heart health. However, Kanaya still fortifies herself so as not to be charmed by Mr. Daren.
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"Sis.. Kanaya is angry with Cantika, right? How is this sis? Kanaya has never been this angry with Cantika, Sis Daren," Cantika asked Mr Daren after entering Cantika's house.
"Don't worry, Beauty. Sis Daren will guarantee that Kanaya will not be angry with you," replied Pak Daren.
"Brother Daren promises yes... Kanaya is Cantika's best friend, Sis. Cantika doesn't want this problem to damage Kanaya and Cantika's friendly relationship, sis," added Cantika.
"Yes Beauty. Brother Daren promises. Brother, go home first, okay? Brother, just leave the car here for now, then your subordinates will take the car. Brother, you want to return your future wife's beloved motorbike first," said Pak Daren, stroking Cantika's hair and leaving Cantika's house on Kanaya's favorite motorcycle after saying goodbye to Cantika.
His almost closed eyes opened again when he heard the sound of the bell ringing. Kanaya lazily got up from bed and stepped down to the neighbor's child to open the door. The house felt so quiet that Kanaya was forced to open the door herself. Even Kanaya was surprised when there was not a single household assistant in Kanaya's house at the moment.
Check..
The main door of Kanaya's house was opened slowly by the owner of the house whose face looked disheveled due to not having had time to wash her face. Several times Kanaya rubbed her eyelids to make sure what was now in front of Kanaya.
Mr. Daren..
Yes. Kanaya widened her eyes when she saw Mr. Daren now in front of Kanaya. Maybe this is Kanaya's waking dream, who hasn't completely fallen asleep yet. But Kanaya groaned in pain when she slapped her left cheek with her hand to make sure that what was now in front of Kanaya was wrong and a hallucination.
Meanwhile Mr. Daren laughed at the ridiculous behavior Kanaya was currently doing. Even Kanaya, who was feeling the pain from being slapped by her own hand, looked adorable to Pak Daren.
"This is not Kanaya's dream, my future wife," said Pak Daren, deliberately teasing Kanaya, who still didn't seem to believe in Pak Daren's presence at this time.
"Why is Mr Daren here?" Kanaya snapped with an unfriendly face.
Mr. Daren chuckled at Kanaya's curt remarks, "Don't be so curt with Kanaya's future husband. "Later, if you are crazy about me, you will be confused, you know," answered Mr. Daren.
Without answering Pak Daren's words, Kanaya, who saw the keys to her favorite motorbike in Pak Daren's shirt pocket, quickly took the keys to her motorbike. Mr. Daren was shocked by what Kanaya did. Really. The tomboyish woman in front of Mr. Daren is currently testing the faith and patience of Mr. Daren, who is known as the killer lecturer.
"Kanaya.. Why wasn't Pak Daren told to come inside?"
deg..
Kanaya was stunned to hear the soft voice of the woman she loved so much. Mama Nayra. Yes. Mama Nayra and Papa Devan are now beside Kanaya and Pak Daren who are still standing in front of the main door of their house. Without further ado, Papa Devan invited Mr. Daren into the house followed by Mama Nayra. Meanwhile, Kanaya snorted in annoyance when Mr. Daren entered the house while sticking out his tongue at Kanaya. Kanaya was forced to follow Papa Devan's footsteps, Mama Nayra and Pak Daren entered the living room.
"Kanaya.. Next time you have to be polite with Pak Daren. After all, Pak Daren is your future husband," said Nayra's mother advising the eldest.
Kanaya rolled her eyes lazily at what Nayra's mother said. Polite with the killer lecturer? No. It felt like Kanaya would never be able to be polite with the lecturer who was currently in front of Kanaya. Future husband? Who knows. This is not Kanaya's wish. However, it was the killer lecturer who forced him to marry Kanaya. Shut up. That was what Kanaya chose at this time while looking at Mr. Daren with a sharp gaze full of hatred in the subtle glow of a tomboyish girl who could win the heart of a Mr. Daren, the killer lecturer.