4. LIKE A THIEF

Anya, a beautiful girl who had just turned 22 years old, was of course confused about whether to accept or reject Dimas' offer to marry him.

Who would have thought that the lecturer whom she secretly admired for his intelligence and success at a young age turned out to have a selfish side, in order to still be able to marry his lover who was lying comatose in the hospital, the man had the heart to take advantage of her who was experiencing bad things.

"I don't have long to wait for you who have been silent, quickly answer my questions or I will take you back to the bar."

"You are a psychology lecturer but your patience is as thin as tissue."

"How dare you call me names."

"I'm sorry sir, I didn't mean to call you names but I just want you to be a little patient because all this is hard for me." Said Anya who was actually very tired, wanting to lie down on her bed.

"Alahh, you just have to answer yes or no, what's the difficulty?"

"Heemm, sorry sir for now I can't answer your question. Both choices are equally difficult for me, I beg you to give me time to think first before giving my answer." Anya pleaded, deliberately looking at Dimas with her pleading eyes so that he would give her time to think.

"Ok, I will give you just one day, the day after tomorrow I will ask for your answer because I only have three days."

Anya smiled sweetly at Dimas because he had been kind enough to give her time to think.

Dimas, who was a famous man, was momentarily mesmerized by his student's smile, which looked very sweet.

"Thank you sir, thank you." Said Anya who spontaneously grasped both hands of her lecturer.

As soon as Anya followed the direction of Dimas' eyes that looked at both of their hands, the girl immediately withdrew her hand that had accidentally grasped the man's hand in front of her.

"Sorry sir, sorry I didn't mean to." Anya said, feeling bad about her lecturer.

"What a flirtatious girl."

Anya closed her eyes briefly to calm herself who heard the unpleasant words from her lecturer's mouth.

"Sir, since our business is over and it's getting late, I take my leave to go home." Anya immediately got ready to get out of Dimas' car.

"Don't get out, let me take you home."

"But sir_"

"There's no but, do you really want to let your family be talked about by people when they see you coming home in that condition?" Dimas' eyes looked at Anya's body, which was wrapped in clothes that had been disheveled and torn in several places.

"I almost forgot if you hadn't told me, how worried mom and dad must be if they see me looking like this." Anya was confused when she saw her clothes that already looked like a rag.

"Sit tight, we'll stop somewhere first and then I'll take you home."

"Where are you going sir?" asked Anya, who was still afraid of being taken anywhere after what happened to her earlier.

"You just shut up and obey."

Anya could only close her mouth in accordance with the orders of her lecturer, while Dimas focused on driving and during the trip there was no more conversation between the two.

A few minutes later they arrived in front of a building of one of the famous boutiques in the city, many actresses subscribed to the boutique.

"What are we doing here sir? The clothes here are expensive, I can't afford them."

"Let's just go in."

Tired of arguing with her lecturer, Anya chose to remain silent and followed him into the boutique.

"Please find a nice but simple-looking outfit for her." Dimas asked the employee at the boutique while pointing at Anya.

"Yes sir, let me help you find the clothes."

Anya glanced at Dimas, for some reason it felt like she didn't want to stay away from him as if she only trusted her lecturer and was still afraid to get close to people she had just seen, maybe this was due to the effects of her almost being raped by three men at the bar earlier.

"It's okay, just go with the lady, I'll wait for you here." Dimas said, who could see the worry in Anya's eyes.

The girl nodded and followed the boutique employee's steps, this was Anya's first time being served by someone else. A poor person like Anya has never been served by anyone, she wants whatever and whenever she has to do it herself.

After finding a suitable outfit and continuing her journey home, Anya was now standing in front of the wooden fence of her house.

"Thank you sir for helping and buying this dress for me." Anya said with a big smile, she was very happy to wear the clothes bought by Dimas.

"Yes, there you go. Remember I'm waiting for your answer, the day after tomorrow you have to give me an answer."

"Yes sir, oh yes this is your jacket." Anya handed Dimas the jacket he had lent her to cover her body because the clothes she was wearing had been torn.

Dimas took the jacket from Anya's hand and said, "There you go, hurry up and get in before people see you."

"Yes sir, once again I thank you."

"Relax, I also helped you because I need you."

Anya, who had thought Dimas was kind enough to bother to take her home and even buy expensive clothes for her, was now annoyed that she was only being used by her lecturer.

After Dimas' car was no longer visible, Anya entered her house.

The girl was relieved to find that the door had not been locked and the lights in the house had been turned off, indicating that the occupants were already resting in their respective rooms.

Not wanting to wake her parents, Anya walked slowly without turning on the lights in her house like a thief. Capitalizing on her memorization of the layout of her house, Anya walked while groping for fear of touching something.

When she arrived in front of her bedroom, Anya was shocked when her hand touched something that looked like strands of hair, her mind immediately thought of strange things.

Before Anya could think of an answer to what she had just touched, the light in front of her room suddenly turned on and revealed the figure that Anya wanted to avoid tonight.

"Eh mom, why aren't you sleeping yet Mom?" Anya asked trying to cover her nervousness.

"Where have you been, An?" Instead of answering the question from her daughter, Anya's mother asked a question to her daughter.

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