Don't Call My Name
Romance Wedding 4

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Elsewhere, a man in a hat and mask who had almost covered his face was riding a random public transport to get away from Jakarta.

He avoids riding in vehicles that require him to use an access card, as it can make them aware of his whereabouts. Because any identity card is very easy to trace by the police team.

No kidding. Police have been working with various parties to find his whereabouts. He understood very well, Miranda Haucun was not a random person.

Well, we'll be clear again, that person is Facade: the suspect who hit Rayyan on the head at Hotel GH. People who are considered dangerous and should be immediately secured.

Fasad also opened his wallet which was left with a red sheet of money worth one million. It was not his own money because all this time he depended on living on Cici.

At times like this, Fasad only realized how great Cici's sacrifice was for him. Where are there women who are willing to be belorotized and treated badly like that?

You stupid woman, her mind is upset. And even more upsetting, the woman never fought him. It's weird, isn't it?!

The facade went down at a crossroad he knew was in the East Bekasi area. He stepped again towards the next angkot.

“Such money obviously will not be enough to connect life for the next few days,” murmured, “I have to what? While I'm also definitely a fugitive suspect now.”

The facade swore at everything and kicked empty. He regretted his stupid actions this morning. If he hadn't gotten out of control, it wouldn't have been like this. Now, who should he ask for help?

Cici was checked by police. It was not impossible, the woman had also been tuned to cooperate with them. Seeking existence.

Damnit damnit! Damnit damnit! Damnit damnit!

Fasad again boarded the transport and looked for cheap lodging so that he could spend the night there.

If Zara and Rayyan are happy to do their first night, she is having her worst night yet.

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“Jam twelve.” Ray muttered in between his hunting breath. Of course after he managed to make Zara also get the rights like her.

“Ra!” The man shook the plain shoulder beside him to make sure as he no longer heard his voice. “Are you okay?”

“Ngak,” answers constantly. But in his heart he felt happy and felt the sensation of butterflies. The one that had just escaped from his body made him soar high. Awake has been curious all this time; what does it feel like to make love? It was fun and he could never forget.

“May I not disappoint you,” Ray said again.

Zara did not answer, she focused on closing the blanket when the sweat had begun to dry and the AC cold again felt on her skin. But with great care because there is a burning pain down there.

“Sorry, yes.” Ray gave Zara his shoulder to use as a cushion.

This romantic treatment is not enough to get here, because then Ray did something more surprising, which is something that Zara never heard from him. Yes, Rayyan sang in a slightly whispered voice in her ear.

“Whenever I'm alone with you

Whenver I'm alone with you

You make me feel like I am fun again

However far away

I will always love you

How long I stay

I will always love you

Whatever words I say

I will always love you

I will always love you.

Zara laughs unexpectedly because it turns out, Rayyan can memorize a song that was sung by British woman, Adele Laurie Blue Adkins. In fact, he knew his daily life had never been far from religious things.

Zara felt Ray was a little weird for singing in the middle of the night like this. But unknowingly, the woman also followed him to the end.

“I don't know what to say,” said Ray afterwards, “it feels like I don't deserve all these gifts. You make me feel very lucky and more valuable.”

Zara turned her head to see how her husband's face now looks sad and happy.

“You're not the first person in my life, I'm sorry, Ra. I used to be so bad.”

“What are you talking about, anyway?” ask Zara who actually he knows this is an expression of regret, “alah .. don't think about it. I have never felt taller either. I accept all your past because I also wish otherwise.”

“Ngak, Ra. You are too special for me which ...”

Zara placed her index finger in front of Rayyan's lips to let the man fall silent. “I was also naughty in his time and I think .. There will never be a perfect person in this world. All the most pious people have sin, just a different way,” said Zara did not want to boast. Because after all, a good Muslim woman never feels better.

“It is precisely God who loves sinners who repent than people who claim to be shale but arrogant.”

“You are right, but as long as we live, the chance to be good it will remain.”

A moment after Zara said so, she felt that a hand had started to creep up from her stomach towards her chest, then stopped and settled there.

“Excuse?” Rayyan knocked on it like she was opening the door, “does anyone inside?”

“There, Kang. Please come in,” replied Zara. He laughed at how this man seduced them to repeat their activity again.

Feeling the reception signal from the Host, Ray opened the door himself. He had already memorized how and what it looked like inside.