An Overdose of Love
N2=My Missing Wife>> Tortured Again
Move to a bigger and cleaner place. It looks like this is Salwa's room. The sweeping views one by one of the walls are neatly lined with photos of friendly husband with Salwa. There are many memories they have captured. A face filled with joy. It is not wrong if Salwa now does not willing if Adit mas fell into my hands.
"Damn, who is that?" salwa was angry.
"It's not a car, Adit!" guess Salwa.
"Aakh, damn right. Why Adit can ask me. Aaah .. aaah." Salwa's frustration with the room window.
He peeked behind the curtains. Long time to look at the outside. Many times his hand squeezed the curtains. Maybe Salwa is upset.
"I will not give up Adit, for I will do something more sadistic to your wife, hahahaa." Salwa's insanity that appeared again with a satisfied laugh.
"What do you mean, Salwa?" Embolden yourself to make a sound.
"Break. Just want to be a person. Whoop!"
"I deserve to know because it's about me. If you ever try to torture me again, please stop this! What you're doing is wrong, so be aware!" Requesting please.
"Shut up! What right do you have to forbid me. Just so you know, it's all you, '" she's angry.
"I knew. But can't we talk well about this matter. We'll try to give in and understand you."
"Understanding? In what way do you understand, while about my feelings that love Adit very much you do not understand. You cruelly took it from me."
"I understand we've been a lot wrong with you. But you shouldn't have committed atrocities on me, because you'll be dealing with the authorities. Stop it, then we'll make peace and forget about the matter."
"Cuiih, don't be smart. I'm not letting you go, period! The pain in my heart I will repay by hurting you. Ahhhhhhh!" It was hard to persuade Salwa.
Anger has further raped Salwa's limbs. If the closest people know her now, surely many do not expect it to be that bad, because many people say she is a graceful and dignified woman, he said, so it's strange that almost a hundred percent turn out to be cruel.
"Hahahaha, don't expect much, Adit. You can inflict hurt on me, then I will turn back by making hurt on you too, by hurting your wife*l*n this is you, hahaha!" Salwa's joy said she felt victorious.
Even this self no longer understands Salwa's attitude now. Mas Adit had tried to save by going to this house, but strangely Salwa instead of giving up, even looks excited without any fear at all.
"I won't give up, Adit!" said Salwa who is now sitting quietly on her side.
"You think I'm scared. Precisely the more you oppose the more fun it is to play with you."
His plans are getting weird and horrible. Is he not sane now? But is it just because of unrequited love so mess with his mind and heart.
Unable to hide, there were streaks of uneasiness on Salwa's facial lines. There are many possibilities that he is starting to get scared. Mas Adit was smart and didn't leave the house immediately, so Salwa had no room to take me away.
"O Allah, will I really die in the hand of Salwa? If I die, forgive all my sins! If You still give me a chance to live, then save yourself this, "my prayer that has been so tense with fear.
Again must surrender to circumstances that are not supportive now. If I am not saved, I will end up in Salwa's hands. This one woman is difficult everything from any direction. Invited either do not want, if colonized would even be-so not even love the same life itself.
"You need me to move. But how? Adit was patrolling downstairs. Hhh, really shit. I shouldn't have kept you here. Really bego, bye!' Salwa just kept talking to herself.
He got up and sat down. Staring at me with his fierce face. Start walking towards me curled up on the floor. The cold I ignored, however, was immune to feeling pain due to pain.
"Here you. Come with me now!" The force that has grabbed the hair.
As if it were taken away, it must follow its words. Face looked. Salwa's wide face was so scary over her bulging eyes wanting to jump out.
"You want to do me again?"
"Not many b*cot. Now come along."
Stand up by force. Walk first. Salwa followed from behind while giving encouragement.
"Astagfirullah .. astagfirullah ... Allahu akbar," istighfarku mentioned the name of Allah, when fear began to plague me.
It turned out that Salwa moved the place into a damp and wet bathroom.
Bhugh, one push slumped to the floor.
"Astagfirullah, Salwa."
"What's? Don't protest too much."
Salwa Nyegir. Busy hand shang memutae water shower faucet. With a split second the water drops came out so heavily.
"Here you are" Salwa pulled my body.
Cold water can wash the body.
"Hahaha, how? What's good almost a few days you don't shower."
"Stop .. stop, Salwa!" My sagging complaints are not ready to accept the water splash.
It seems Salwa's heart is dead. This self that he tortured even became a fun spectacle until he laughed with satisfaction. The body that was trembling from the cold he ignored.
"Feel that. It feels good to feel cold. Don't like playing with Salwa. This is the result if you disturb my love life," again Salwa still does not accept the Adit mas I have taken.