BET GIRL
Knive

The Emir stared at the nanar with a hard breath of face beneath him. Although the pressure in him continues to torture, but the emotions turned out to be able to defeat everything. "I'll get rid of you!" Emir swings a knife.

"Yesaaa...." The woman screamed hysterically in fear. Moreover, the Emir's eyes seemed to be filled with anger, plus an expression of horror.

"Ll le get this off!" The woman pleaded with a choked voice, unable to speak due to the choking of the Emir's very strong hand.

The man loosened the grip of his hand on his woman's neck. Then in a furious voice he asked again, "Who are you?"

"I'm Elnara, I'm your wife."

The emir again swung his knife making the woman again scream in fear. "I can chop you up if I want. But unfortunately I don't want to hurt a face similar to my wife's, as if I'd hurt my wife if I ripped your face off."

"Ja don't!"

"Then tell me who you are?" The Emir landed the tip of the sharp knife on the woman's cheek, moving it to the chin, then to the neck. "Do you want to die in my hands, hm?"

The woman shook her head in fear, sobbing. "Stop, Emir." The woman's hand grabbed the Emir's hard flat stomach, then rubbed it gently, trying to give a sweet touch to shake the Emir's mind, he wanted to tempt the man so that his emotions collapsed and the desire that still controlled the Emir's body woke up.

"This is how low you are to enjoy this stupidity. You have dropped your own dignity. Low-down!" The Emir stayed away from the woman. Rise up and his feet go down the bed, he is now in a sitting position on the side of the bed. The chest of his field was already flooded with sweat. "Where's Elnara?" furious Emir while taking a bottle of mineral water from the nightstand, then gulp it in half. The rest of the water is splashed to the face until the water flows to the chest and stomach. No matter falling to the floor.

"A what happened to you? Why don't you recognize me?"

"If you still insist on recognizing yourself as Elnara, then I will finish you right now."

"Emir, I don't understand what you're saying."

"You're not Elnara." Emir rebuked loudly. He threw a used bottle of mineral water on the floor, leaving a loud bang.

The woman's body jumped up great.

The woman screamed while pulling the blanket to protect her body that was not covered in clothes. He got up and said, "I am Afsa."

A loud voice calling Afsa's name brought the Emir's threat to a halt. The man lowered the knife slowly.

"Affsa. Elnara's Twin?" A grin appeared on the Emir's face. "Where's Elnara?"

"He's... He's on the road. I did, I dropped it on the street."

"Go you!" The Emir does not need any explanation from Afsa. He wanted the woman to get out of his presence immediately.

Afsa hurried down from the bed and picked up her scattered clothes. His hands were trembling while wearing those clothes. An angry Emir is scary, almost driving him crazy.

With a frustrated face mixed with disappointment, Afsa stepped out of the room. Sweat washed his face mixed with tears. The face was really wet.

"Loh, Miss El, what's up, Mommy?" Yuni who passed by Afsa was surprised to see her employer in a damp condition, wet face, hair was a bit messy, clothes were not so neat. Afsa wore clothes in a hurry to make her appearance a little chaotic.

Afsa gawked away while giving a sharp look towards Yuni. Then turned around, not caring about the curious look on Yuni's face.

Shortly after following the Emir who came out of the room wearing a T-shirt, the man pulled the tip of the shirt down to close it to the lower abdomen. One Emir's hand holds the crutches he uses for the walker.

Yuni did not dare to greet seeing the blushing Emir's face filled with emotions. His gaze also looked sharp.

The Emir walked at a fast pace, the crutches that became buffers seemed to bother him. Until when there were no more humans around, with a quick movement, he took crutches and took them to the side of the road. The taxi took him away.

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