Bare With Bastard
Waste of time!
"You don't mind?"
"Changed your life for your husband? Are you sure he'll come?"
"Will he really care about you?"
"Let me tell you a little bit about your husband, all right, just a little bit, you wanna hear me?"
"He's... Even crazier than us, even his hands are so dirty."
"You know, you... It will only be made by him naf*u satisfied."
"Is there something wrong with my words?"
"You expect me to lie about who Ayaz Diren is?"
"Hahahaha, how sorry are you!"
"Ayaz Diren is a murderer!"
"Obviously a hit man! Aisshhh, I don't know how many lives have died at his hands?"
"Drug dealer! Illegal armaments, robbers, fraudsters and also... Female outlaw!"
"Do you think you are the only woman who reigns in her heart? How ridiculous! Don't expect much about it, there's only pain if you still want to try it."
"You know the case of Ali Yarkan? May I say, your husband is the killer, he hacked the system and took someone else's name for his identity, great isn't it, do you think he'll save you?"
"Astenghah! Did I say it already? So, did I hurt your heart? I'm sorry, I didn't mean it!"
"You're not gonna believe it, are you? You really love her, don't you? Ahhaha!"
"There is no concern in your husband, I can assure you! Ckckck, poor girl!"
Yaren's tears flowed when she heard a reality, is it true that her husband was the one who kidnapped her?
Want Yaren to deny it, say no to all those statements, but... He thought again what if it was true, had not Ayaz always said that she was not a good person, her husband was also reluctant to tell her the story of his life, but also, it was indeed that bad so Ayaz felt that he was not ready to tell her.
Where Ayaz went, early in the morning without ever saying goodbye to him, sometimes coming home in the middle of the night, if asked why he came home that late, Ayaz always said that he had to work. What job? Could it be true, killing people, robbing, doing depraved things that Yaren had never imagined.
Not a jerk baby, more precisely 'Fuckers'!
Her brother Jovan, also can't tell you anything about Ayaz, anything else about work, so... Is it true, Ayaz did all that was mentioned.
No, I have to trust him, I will trust him until the end! I will wait for her explanation, her honesty, she has promised me, she has promised to tell me everything when the time comes, I will only believe what comes out of her mouth. Not from the mouth of this jerk, no, I believe in Ayaz, must, I must trust him.
"What are you thinking?"
Yaren was sobbing, she didn't really want to believe it, but why did it feel so claustrophobic as she tried to stay confident with her husband.
"Brakkk!"
The door was smashed from the outside, until apart from the hinges, the two Sian men who were guarding Yaren were stunned, seeing the door was destroyed by being broken by a woman.
"Are you guys gonna keep looking at me? Is there no intention to attack first, does that mean I should start? Aisshh, I'm disappointed, it's not like in the movies!" Rymi clucked annoyed, quite surprised to see the behavior of the two men Sian who was like he had just seen a ghost when he saw it.
"Rim!" Marco came up from behind the door, very objected, his son was never serious. Not even good if the two people were dumbfounded, could-can Rymi instead remind to attack, was he wrongly educated? Marco thinks not, why does Ayaz look so fierce while his son is even more crazy?
The two Sian's men immediately realized and immediately attacked Rymi, Rymi did not stay still, he had prepared it, had long since he did not slaughter people.
"Bugh bugh!"
Rymi cleaned up the two men Sian was no less brutal, he was quite adept at using a dagger, then one of the men Sian had to be willing to hit the sabetan his favorite weapon in the stomach.
One of them, already battered in Rymi's hands, while Marco, the middle-aged man took off the rope that tied Yaren's body, he brought Yaren out of the stuffy room, which he was in, then Rymi swiftly followed out as well, no one was chasing them, because the two people could be sure were almost dying.
...***...
"Look! Your master, it's in my hands right now, so you better just tell me where you're hiding my wife?" said Ayaz loudly to all the guards and guards who had been battered in his death.
The Sian people who were there looked at each other, what did the man just say they thought, did something happen to their Master?
Ayaz walked closer to one of the familiar bodyguards, wanting to threaten the bodyguard in order to provide information about Yaren, but Ayaz's steps were stopped when a sword had to penetrate his stomach from behind, Ayaz endured the pain, she tried to turn around to see who did it, her eyes round when she saw the face she felt she had known.
Simultaneously, Rymi initially happily brought Yaren over to him, Yaren's cry echoed as her eyes saw the sword piercing through her husband's stomach. "Yesaaazzzz..."
Ayaz sat down, his eyes still able to see Marco who had already acted to finish off the person who tried to kill him, brutally beating the man. Then, his eyes were completely dark, there was nothing more to see than the black light that drowned him.
Rymi no less panicked, the woman released Yaren's grasp, quickly he ran towards Ayaz, trying to pull out the sword stuck in his best friend's stomach in his way, then asked Yaren to help him get Ayaz to the car. Yaren, with her trembling body having to carry her husband's body, fresh blood in Ayaz's stomach was covered in soaking up the bone-white shirt she was wearing, Yaren cried seeing that. Her mouth kept calling her husband's name.
"Yaz..."
Ayaz, Ayaz, Ayaz, that name he kept calling. Hoping that Ayaz would hear his call and would wake up, Yaren was hopeful for that.
Amla smiled as she looked at it from a distance, although she could not have Ayaz, but it was certain that the man would definitely not be able to survive any longer, it was not in vain that he prepared a backup plan to overcome Ayaz.
And for Sian, even after this incident she did not care about her husband, she was sure Ayaz must have been revenge with Sian, what had happened with her husband, she said, but even if the man dies after this, for Amla he will not be so lost. So, why think about things that he thinks are not important? Waste of time!
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