After Marriage
He Again (2)
Ikram looked at the woman he loved so much, he smiled, the beautiful brown eyes of the woman were really like opium. Made him crazy.
Why is it too late to fall in love like this?
But it's okay, doesn't everyone have a second chance? After all, Anha with her lover was not officially married, right? So as long as the yellow janur hasn't warped it doesn't hurt, right, if he struggles?
Married people can get divorced. Especially if you are still planning, try. Whatever the way, Ikram will try to reclaim Anha from the man's embrace, despite acting like a madman like this. He is obsessed with Anha.
Ikram smiled grinningly, very scary in the eyes of Anha because the Kram that he used to know did not to behave beyond this limit. Moreover, the reason was only for the sake of a woman.
He founded tens of millions of dollars, invested in Hasan's company to meet him, meet him and treat himself like this. Ikram really is not sane!
“Leasin! Or I'll scream!” said Anha threatening to be immediately possible released while staring intently at Ikram, yet this man did not budge at all. Even now Ikram moves closer to Anha to whisper something in her ear.
“Screaming aja. Let everyone know and let your future husband misunderstand us,” whispered slowly but very scary to Anha.
“Please!”
Anha struggled to break away as much as possible, until her free hand hit Ikram's arm but it did not produce any effect because Anha lost power.
Anha hoped that Hasan would come to her here because Hasan was worried because Anha did not immediately go to the main room. Even if it's not Hasan, anyone please keep him away from this fucking guy.
“Lepasin, I want to go home. Ikram...” said Anha softly and lowered her head down and her hands still held Ikram's chest so that the distance between them did not get eroded.
The clear thread dripped down, wetting Anha's cheeks. Ikram shook his head. No no, she did not want her woman to cry again for the umpteenth time because of her actions.
“Take off me,” rework Anha for the umpteenth time. But not ignored at all.
Ikram's right hand moved to touch Anha's white cheek, wanting to wipe her tears that wet her cheek but Anha turned her face to the side. Not want. Not want. While Ikram's left hand still held Anha's body in its original position attached to the corridor wall so that Anha did not leave, but did not press Anha's shoulder as hard as earlier when she saw Anha's face seemed to be a bit in pain.
Hasan, please cepet come,’ Inner Anha expectantly in heart.
This time, Ikram will reveal his heart to Anha.
“Anha. Would you like to not turn it back on me? I'm a referrer.”
Hearing this made the view of Anha who had originally turned her face to the side now stared straight at Ikram. Did he mishear if Ikram wanted to get back together again.
“Please, An. Give me another chance. I want to turn you back and I promise you that I will fix my old mistakes, Anha.”
Anha just fell silent unable to say what. It turns out that Anha didn't hear wrong.
“Mending you released me, deh. You, right, have a wife. Want you to love the Goddess, huh!”
Anha was already upset, this guy was indeed crazy. Why also the grip of this man even tighter when he thrashed.
But the next word that was thrown from the mouth of Ikram made Anha not think out anymore.
“If you want. I'll be cerein Dewi, An. For your sake I'll fuckin' it.”
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