CHASING A DREAM HUSBAND
Fear Azzahra
A hijab-wearing girl wearing a peach-colored brocade robe looks to be sculpting, noticing a pair of humans who are busy making out, regardless if they are currently in a public place. He watched the couple without blinking. Pain felt, how not to feel pain? If the figure of a man who is busy making love to his wife is the figure of the man he has loved all this time. Since feeling like the opposite sex when he went to high school, the man was the figure he liked, the man who had made him fall in love.
And after High School when the man's parents expressed their desire to choose him to be a future daughter-in-law, from then on his heart was closed and locked to another man, all he wanted was the man, she said, a man named Prayoga Atmajaya.
Now that he has been nurturing his growing love for the man for so many years, he suddenly has to accept the fact that he is now married, and all he could see right now was that the man looked very much in love with his wife.
The girl felt her heart rumble, clear liquid had started to accumulate in her eyeballs, it was painful to have to accept this reality. Holding her chest and the tears that started to shed on her cheeks, the girl turned around and walked hurriedly wanting to get out of the ballroom to look for the air that she felt hard to breathe in the room.
The girl walked in haste while bowed, once in a while she closed her eyes, letting her tears fall down her cheeks.
" Rara, where are you going?" ask a woman to step in.
The girl who turned out to be Azzahra immediately wiped her tears. " R-Rara wants some fresh air outside, Umi." Rara gave an excuse.
" Yes, don't go far, Umi is afraid you stray, you don't know this place." Umi Azzahra understood what her son was feeling.
After saying goodbye to Uminya, Azzahra again continued his steps still with a downcast face and half running, it felt like he could not bear to immediately sob and vent his disappointment with a sobbing cry, sobbing, he had not noticed what was in front of him, until suddenly ...
Buuggh ...
" A, shit ...."
" Oh, sorry ...."
Azzahra hit someone, Azzahra tried to raise his face and how surprised he was when he found a man was watching his blazer exposed to red stains almost half of his chest, by hand holding the glass that has been toilet contents, because all the liquid has been spilled into the clothes worn by the man.
" Hey, you got no eyes, anyway? Take a look at dong!" screeched someone next to the man in a tone loud enough to make some of the people present there notice them.
Azzahra instantly paled for a moment, facing this incident. He felt that today was really unlucky, because of the bad events that had happened to him.
" I'm sorry, Mister. I didn't mean it," said Azzahra with a bowed face, she didn't have the courage to look at the man who seemed emotional towards her, let alone at the person she hit earlier.
" No accident .. not accidentally, so if the way his eyes look forward, not down," said the angry man earlier.
" I'm sorry again." Azzahra's heart shrunk.
" I'm sorry .. I'm sorry, I'm sorry to get Mr. Gavin's shirt clean again." Unceasingly the man who turned out to be an employee of Gavin was scolding.
Azzahra was getting bowed down, if there was a life-revoking angel, it felt like he wanted to die just then and there.
" Already, already .. is okay. You don't have to scold her, pity her" Gavin told his employees to stop scolding Azahra.
" T-but Mr ...."
" You go, set up a room for my sister immediately" Gavin told the man
" Okay, Mister." The man left Gavin.
Gavin noticed the girl in front of him who did not dare to look at him at all. Although with a bowed face, but at a glance he could see the beautiful face of the woman.
" Why dare to just duck?" gavin asked in very subtle language, as Gavin realized the girl before him was in a very gripping fear.
" I'm sorry, Mr.." That's the only word that came out of Azzahra's mouth.
" Just sorry? You don't intend to make amends?" ask Gavin back. Somehow seeing the attitude of the girl made him tickled to work on her.
" S-I don't know what to do, sir." Azzahra still did not dare to look at Gavin.
" It's true my clerk said earlier, my shirt will not come back clean with just one or many times an apology."
Azzahra squeezed his fingers, indicating he was already in maximum anxiety.
" Aren't you trying to fix your mistakes?"
" Sa-me ..." Azzahra was confused as to what to say, she could only bite her lips, holding her tears back so as not to come down again.
" When you talk to someone, get used to looking at that person's face, not putting your face down."
Gavin noticed the face of the girl before him who looked beautiful with nude makeup, but he could see the tear marks on the girl's smooth cheeks.
" Why don't you dare look me in the face? Am I so creepy?" Gavin tried to tease the girl.
" I'm sorry, no Mr ..." Azzahra spontaneously lowered her head again.
" Why look down again? Not to see me. Lift your face and look at me." Gavin ordered Azzahra to stop bowing her head.
The girl slowly raised her head and looked towards Gavin. Gavin can now clearly see the face of the beautiful girl, as they look at each other, Gavin so enjoy the beautiful face with beautiful eyes, but there is sadness from the beautiful eyes of the girl, she said, but before long the girl decided to look away in another direction.
As Azzahra was loosening his head, he found that the figure of a handsome man with a pure white face was now looking at him with a faint smile on his lips. The moment he was stunned by the almost perfect sight before him, his eyes and the eyes of the man clashed against each other, for some reason he felt that there was something similar they felt in the look of the man's eyes. But Azzahra did not want to linger staring at the man, he finally decided his gaze.
" Are you willing to do something to make amends?" gavin asked after they stopped looking at him.
" I-yes, sir." Nervous Azzahra replied.
" Come with me." Gavin then turned around and stepped up, but only three steps did Gavin stop his steps because he felt Azzahra did not obey what he was told.
" Have you heard what I said?"
" I-yes, sir."
" Why are you still there?"
" I-yes, sir." Finally Azzahra also set foot following Gavin's steps which he himself did not know where to take.
Their steps stopped at a room door, Gavin opened the door.
" Come in ..."
" What do we want to do here, sir?" Azzahra immediately stiffened as she found out Gavin had brought her into the hotel room.
" Redeem your guilt." Gavin briefly said, but enough to make the feathers I had on Azzahra stand.
" B-but why are we here?" Azzahra walked backwards.
" You know, this hotel belongs to my father, if you try to run away from here, I'll be able to find you back." Gavin grinned.
" But, Mr ..." Azzahra's eyes widened when he saw Gavin's movements open the blazer he was wearing.
" Let's go in" Gavin ordered again.
Azzahra shook his head. " My lord please, I'm sorry. Please don't do this, you can give me another punishment, but please don't force me to do this." Azzahra clenched both her hands on her chest, her tears already flowing profusely on her cheeks.
" I told you to come in, or would I really punish you?" Gavin now began to open one by one the buttons of his shirt, making Azzahra frightened, his body trembled and stiffened for a moment, until the girl's body was limp and drooped helplessly, fortunately Gavin swiftly caught the girl's body, and the girl's body was, then lay Azzahra's body on a large mattress in the room.
" Gosh, why did he faint? I just wanted to have him clean my clothes with water in the bathroom." muttered Gavin, massaging his forehead, which was not really dizzy.
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Connect ...
Is it right for Gavin to be with Azahra? actually next want to make a story about them, but since the first mak-emak here at sebel-kebel-hate Si Gabinš¤, I so doubtful to continue the story. Actually from the beginning of the figure of Gavin was good, to Natasha he never dared to be insolent like Andraš¤£š¤£
the first answer yesterday Azahra please leave the hp number yes Mak, today's pulse is directly otw
Happy Readingš's