“Should it be that clear?” asked Kafka still in a low voice.
Nazwa looked back at Kafka intently. She didn't understand either. Her heart and mind were completely out of sync at the moment. One does not accept their actions, the other can understand it. But, she didn't want to look weak. "You know who I am, Kaf," she answered quietly.
“Naz, try looking at the matter from a different perspective,” Kafka suggested.
"What point of view? Whose point of view? You or Rafi?” Nazwa sarcastically said. “If I have to look at this matter from your point of view, why don't you guys do the same? Looking at it from the point of view of a Nazwa Rengganis! The woman who just managed to heal her wounds because of love, and when she dared to love again, you abused her!” said Nazwa coldly.