Miss Coollant Mr. Sangkang
27. DAMIANT AND KARTIKA

After finding out who is behind the people who are stalking Zafia. Mayra was no longer curious. The woman didn't tell Zafia about this either. Let him know enough. Zafia just needs to focus on her education.

Chequek.

Without a knock, Mayra's door opened. Showing Zafia with a surprised look.

"Mayras! What are you doing?" ask Zafia while stepping her foot.

The girl approached Mayra who was refocused on her work. Observe the various formulas that are on his desk.

"You made your room an experimental place?"

Zafia asked with a flabbergasted look. The amazement and the surprise melded into one.

"The experiment's not here. This I'm just memorizing. Distinguish the color and type of reaction. You see what I'm holding?"

Mayra showed me her notebook.

"Note?" ask Zafia.

Mayra nodded.

"Yes. This is a note from professor Saragih. As a weekend assignment."

"Have you ever practiced and made a formula, May?"

Mayra nodded.

"Either."

"Did it work?" Zafia asked with sparkling eyes.

"Quite successful in making people get strep throat. And get red spots like allergies."

Zafia gawked at Mayra's words. Several times his eyes blinked.

"Why?" mayra asked who saw Zafia looking at her like a toothless cow.

"I guess you can make an amazing formula."

Zafia's tone sounded disappointed. Mayra stopped her hand movements.

"So you don't think that's amazing?" mayra asked with eyes squinting.

Zafia put her shoulder out.

"I don't think it was a success. But the formula failed, May."

Zafia voiced her protest. Mayra chuckles.

"That's you know."

"So?" Zafia narrowed her eyes.

"No success is achieved before failure, Miss Zafia."

Mayra takes care of her equipment. Keep it in a safe place. Mayra sat down to Zafia and sat next to her.

"That's just a small part of my failure."

Zafia nodded her head hearing Mayra's explanation.

"so."

"Yup."

Mayra looked at Zafia.

"Do you want something?" ask Mayra.

"mmmmmmm. Can you come up with a formula that can make people forget memories?"

Mayra frowned. I was surprised by Zafia's question.

"Why are you asking about such a formula?" ask Mayra in full search.

"mmmmmmm. Curious aja. Who knows you could make it."

Zafia smiled at Mayra.

"Do you want to forget something? Somebody? Or ...."

"I want to forget the man who hurt me, May."

"Ardians?" mayra asked clarifying.

Zafia nodded her head.

"Yes." Yeah."

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"What does all this mean?"

The woman spoke out loud. While throwing some pictures right at her husband's desk.

"What's? It's just an editan. You're always raising trouble, Kartika. Just make me sick."

Without feeling the husband of the woman named Kartika was berkilah. Makes the woman's heart feel boiling.

"Until when will you continue to behave like this, Mr Damiant?"

Kartika with a high voice snapped at her husband. However, the man who was snapped by Kartika looked indifferent. His smile smirked.

"What's the problem? I'm just having fun. Is that wrong?"

Huh huh? Kartika looked at Damiant cynically. It was unexpected that her husband was still playing with fire behind her. For the umpteenth time.

Kartika just got a photo of her husband's affair. But her husband did not feel guilty at all.

"Happy did you say?" kartika Beaver.

"Without thinking about how I feel?"

There were no more tears when Kartika spoke to her husband. During her time as Damiant's wife, Kartika tries to toughen up. Repeatedly by that man. Kartika survives at the request of her father-in-law.

"Did you know? How did you feel when you found out about all this?"

Kartika looked at her husband sharply.

"You think I care about that?"

Damiant spoke while staring sinisterly at his wife. He doesn't care how his father feels. Because for Damiant, his father was no longer a threat to him.

Being born into the Estell family doesn't make Damiant proud. Because his father never thought about his feelings. His father only cares about his wife. Kartika even had complete control over some of his father's shares. That's what makes Damiant not like.

"I don't care at all! Because what? Because that old man only cares about you. So, I better find my own pleasure. Than to think of the old man's wish."

Damiant cynically spoke to his wife. Men are so sick of seeing his wife's face. Because his wife is not the woman Damiant wants. However, due to the coercion of both parents. Damiant is married to Kartika.

"Mas! He is your parent." said Kartika.

The woman did not accept it when her husband spoke impolitely about her in-laws. For Kartika Mr. Estell is an understanding and loving father. Especially if the child obeys all his commands. Mr. Estell will not refuse any request that his son wishes.

Dear thousand dear, between the two sons of Mr. Estell. Only one can comply with all sorts of rules. She is Ameera, the youngest daughter of Mr. Estell. While Damiant as the firstborn, always defiant to parents.

"The selfish old man."

Kartika breathed heavily. Her husband still acts like this. Damiant has never paid any respect to his father.

"Mas, comeon. Please ... stop saying things like that. Dad is not selfish at all. He even loves you very much. She always thinks of the best for her children."

Kartika once again had to soften her voice. Trying to speak from the heart with her husband. Trying to give understanding to her husband.

"Thinking about the best you say? By forcing me to marry you? That's what you mentioned thinking about coming out for her son?"

Damiant stared at the cynical Kartika. The man was really fed up. Fed up with the words that the woman before him said. A woman who is his wife.

"Mas, haven't we talked about this before? Didn't you promise to Mom. You will accept me. You promised that time, will try to accept my presence. Did you forget, Mom?"

Kartika looked at the man who was her husband.

"Then do you think I really said it?"

Damiant laughed scoffing at the innocence his wife had. Really ridiculous.

"What do you mean by that, Mom?"

Kartika asked with a confused face.

"I didn't mean it at all. That I do just to make Mama happy."

Damiant spoke with a cold, flat face.

"Is that really your heart, Mom?"

Kartika laughed. Kartika really did not expect. If only she had been fooled by her husband. All right if it's like that. Then there's no other way.

"If not for me or my dad. Can you stop for Zafia?"

Kartika noticed the look on her husband's face. Damiant was silent when he heard the name of his eldest daughter. Although he never loved his wife. But, for his children. Damiant always does his best for the happiness of his children.

"Have you ever thought of. How would Zafia feel, knowing what your b*jat is doing?"

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