ARSHAKA
Grannies

"It's been enough for four years that I let you go, and now I don't let you just walk away Bee."

I was still digesting what Arshaka had just told me, the man directly pulled me forcibly to follow in his footsteps.

I revolted and held my legs together so that he wouldn't take me away.

Knowing my intention to escape, without a second thought Arshaka leaned over to carry me forcibly. Without caring about me who had shouted asking to be taken down. Even he didn't care if we were already the center of attention, and people could only stare at us miserably.

Arshaka immediately led me to the black sedan car that had just arrived at us, then there was someone coming from a direction that did not know where to open the door for us to enter.

After we entered a driver who was ready to hold the steering wheel directly drove his car at a fast pace, pretending to be deaf and indifferent to me who tried so hard to scream for help and Arshaka still faithfully grabbed my hand and hissed asking me to be quiet.

"Bee, please shut up!"

I could see Arshaka was trying hard to hold back my anger and not act rudely towards me, but it did not undo my intention to return to the revolt and plead with him and the driver to let me go.

I also threatened him if his actions to me included criminal acts; kidnapping, coercion and I again shouted if I would report this to the authorities.

"Report it! I don't care." Arshaka said lightly, not tired he looked at me attached to the dark bead. His hands are still clutching my hands together so I can be quiet. Until he wrapped my hand so that I would lock it with my own.

The car had stopped at a large two-story house that had a spacious and beautiful courtyard. The design and carving of stone carvings along the stone fence with Balinese nuances become a sweetener when entering the mansion.

Back Arshaka took me forcibly into the House and we were greeted by two men who I thought were the guards of the House.

Passing through the living room and the living room, I was taken to the top floor and entered a spacious room with all-white shades. When Arshaka came down to me he immediately left me and locked the door from the outside. I ran to the door, banged and called her name, still trying hard to beg her to let me go.

There was no word from Arshaka from the outside, my vision began to circle the whole room; only a bed, a wardrobe and a bathroom were available in the room. A nice room with a plain white feel.

But my gaze stopped at the corner of the room, seeing some photos attached to the wall and also scattered on the floor.

I looked at him with both eyes wide open, the photos were my photos that had been doodled using red inked markers, and it gave me goosebumps of fear.

I began to be alarmed with various kinds of bad preconceptions successfully surrounding my head, then I turned around when I heard the door lever open and saw Arshaka re-entering the room.

In a hurry I ran towards the door and wanted to grab the lever, again trying hard to get out of here, but my steps were prevented again, Arshaka grabbed me and hugged my waist tight, hugging me tight, then he pulled me away from the door until my reach didn't reach the door lever.

I turned back and pulled his hand to let go of our embrace.

"Please, don't go!" whisper in my ear.

I shook my head violently, trying to let go of Arshaka's increasingly long embrace made it hard for me to breathe.

"Please, Bee. I want to be here with you."

I was still struggling to ask to be released, though I began to melt hearing him call me bitterly.

As I turned to look at her, I caught her manic darkening with a sinister smile but low trembling made my hair stiffen.

Now I'm really scared of Arshaka right now. I saw him like someone out of control, I was afraid that Arshaka would act impulsively to me.

But considering where he once lied to me, betrayed me, is it possible that Arshaka would want to go back to doing that to me? Does he think I'm going to be as easy to get back to being hit as I used to be?

I smiled cynically, I no longer wanted to be used as a doll that he always played at will and then just thrown away.

"Take off I'm Arshaka! I'll scream if you still.."

"Cry! No one's listening to you because it's just the two of us here."

I pulled his hand back to get away from me. The hug tightened, I was forced to step on her foot with the stiletto shoes I still wore.

Immediately I kept him away from me when he began to complain of pain and distracted attention. I immediately ran and grabbed the door.

I pulled the lever but it didn't open. I looked for the key in the door lever but was invisible to me. Damn, there was someone who purposely locked us in from the outside so I could fail to get out.

"Where are you, baby?"

I turned around and found Arshaka with a scary expression, Arshaka smiled but was cold and his face darkened. I stared at him until I didn't realize Arshaka's hands were sitting next to me at the door.

Trying hard I held back so that I could fight it, and held back so that my tears would not fall. I don't want to look scared of him even though I've started shaking.

But I didn't make it. My tears managed to fall and Arshaka turned on a faint smile.

"Don't cry! I don't want to see you cry. I'm not gonna hurt you again, baby."

Slowly her cold fingers wiped away my tears that began to slowly wet my cheeks. But my tears came back, and I closed my eyes as Arshaka wiped my tears by licking between my cheeks.

I am no longer strong in his support.

"I admit all my mistakes. I was wrong to play you, to betray you, I didn't think about how you felt when you believed in me when I was cool with another woman."

"I'm a fucking Bianca. I admit I'm not a good man."

"At first I thought our closeness would end the same as when I treated other women, and finally it was the women who always begged me to come back for love."

"Yes. That's what I thought in the beginning. But when I'm with you, I feel like I'm really living my life like everyone else. What I thought was my life empty, I felt like my life was starting to go straight and have meaning. And that's how I feel just being with you."

"Then I started to realize something. I remember where I saw you with Erick at Reymond's party. At that time I was deliberately leaving you, I was flirting with other women, but there I thought of you and somehow I chose to go back. For the first time in my life, I don't like to see my toys approached by a striped guy like Erick. I don't like it when you're with him. That's so funny."

"Then when you tickle my reddened neck. So innocent you'd believe my words if I was bitten by an insect. Haah! I am relieved and weird with myself. It's like I feel guilty for you when you believe me."

"Let my heart break when you know my original intention to approach you. There was something that cut me as you looked at me full of anger, and my chest ached and hurt when you said you hated me. It feels like my world is collapsing."

"I was forced to let you go, and I've had enough time for four years. Had enough. I'm not gonna let you go again,"

"Do I have to kneel to you and beg you to come back to me? Tell Bianca if I have to do that, then I will."

"And promise me that we can be together again. Promise me that you will never leave me again. Whatever I do, as long as you come back."

I was stunned to see Arshaka who was already crying and smiling at the same time. My body shivered at his words and forced me to promise him.

"Say Bianca! Tell me what to do as long as you come back to me!"

Before long I heard someone's baritone voice from behind the door, a familiar voice in my ear called out Arshaka's name to open the door.

From the outside he threatened if the door was not opened then he would open the door forcibly.

Arshaka immediately pulled me away from our position. The tightening embrace signifies that Arshaka is so defensive.

Then I also heard from the outside of the door where someone asked someone else to immediately look for a duplicate key, and soon heard they were turning the key and the door opened wide.

Still in Arshaka's arms against the door, I found out the owner of the baritone voice and saw who they were entering the room.

It turned out that Reymond was the one who came with some of the men I thought were the house guards. Then I also saw three other people with mask equipment on their faces, glooves on both hands they looked like medical personnel.

"Arshaka, take Bianca now!" Pinta Reymond firmly. Reymond's sharp look at Arshaka turned anxious as he looked at me. Same with some of the guys behind Reymond. They also seemed worried about me who was in Arshaka's arms.

"No way!" Reject Arshaka while shaking her head. Still faithfully hugging me while watching the people start to slowly walk towards Arshaka. Slowly Arshaka retreated as they walked forward, I also retreated because Arshaka was not willing to let me go.

The longer Arshaka's embrace makes me short of breath. And my state of being read by them made things even more alarming.

Arshaka continued to move backwards while shaking his head as they continued walking while coaxing Arshaka.

Our steps stopped when I felt an object right around my neck. Cold and piercing thing. My heart beat strong when I knew it was a knife ready to stick my neck at any moment.

I was trembling with fear.

Not only me, Reymond and the others came to a stop and were surprised to see Arshaka hammering a knife in my neck. They immediately moved back and asked Arshaka not to act recklessly.

"Please get that knife Arshaka! I'll act if you hurt Bianca." Reymond said with warning.

"Then you go!" Arshaka.

"I won't leave if you haven't let go of Bianca,"

"Then this knife will continue to be on Bianca's neck."

I closed my eyes, hoping Arshaka wouldn't really hurt me.

"Enough Arshaka! Do you realize that you're..."

"No! You know if I just want Bianca, not drugs. You know that only Bianca's presence can heal me, not the nurses."

"Arshaka, relax! We can talk about it."

"I don't want to be treated again Reymond. I don't want to take those drugs anymore. I don't want to be alone anymore and I don't want Bianca to go again."

"I just want Bianca, Reymond. I don't want anything. I just want Bianca. Can you grant my request?"

God, am I dreaming or is this happening to me? Why does my drama happen like this?

I was silent with mixed feelings, still fixated and unable to do anything in Arshaka's presence. I again felt his body tremble, even unconsciously I hugged him to carry him because I felt if he was trying to refrain from being fragile and falling.

I carefully and carefully digested all the words that Arshaka said. A hoarse voice implied a feeling of despair.

"You think I deserve to be happy, right? Then I want to get my rights. I want Bianca in my life, Reymond. It's not the drugs that can cure me, nor the nurses who take care of me every day. Again I want Bianca, Reymond."

To have an incident like this still feels unbelievable. Speechless. My thoughts flashback when I met Arshaka for the first time; I recognized him as a cheerful and smiling man, fond of the spread of charm and cleverly stringing up a phrase chatty.

He broke my heart when I realized that I had fallen for him, and he was currently helpless. Arshaka came back crying in my arms.

No more cold things pierced my neck, maybe Arshaka had released the knife. I ventured to break down the embrace and look at her already messed up face wet with tears. The swollen and tired face looked at me in a frenzy, his embrace still held between my waist, he really did not let me get away from him in the slightest.

Then I looked back, looking at Reymond who was also looking at me anxiously.

"Sir Reymond, let me speak to Arshaka alone."

I observed Reymond not returning my request. But he turned around and walked out, followed by his men and the door closed again from the outside.

Now it was just me and Arshaka, silent and looking at each other.

Then I grabbed Arshaka, hugged him tightly. Likewise Arshaka returned my embrace, hugging me tightly again.

I don't think it's just Arshaka who needs this hug. I actually need it too.

Arshaka's warm embrace is able to vent my feelings, so I don't realize I've been whirling tears.

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