Fake Wedding Pledge
CHAPTER 10 Pain

In his groaning in pain, in his wound, and in his humiliation of feeling. Azkira is dead. His world was over by then. Not because Fathan has taken away his sadism, but the words of Fathan who continues to abuse him with reproach and ridicule.

Azkira limp as boneless. The pain in the core of his body is so sharp. But there is a sicker part than that. It was Azkira's heart and feelings, which were torn apart by Fathan's bad temper against him.

Fathan rose from his confinement to Azkira's body. After a release that he violently kicked. Then, the man lurched on the side of Azkira.

'This is not what I want, Lord. Truly, you also know this is not what I want.'

In his helplessness, Azkira screamed in his heart. If the sound of the scream was issued, it would have been able to shake the room so loud. Do you know how Azkira felt? It feels, pierced by a thorn or scratched by a knife may be better than accepting the reality he experienced.

"Say whatever money you want. I'll give it to him" said Fathan with a still slightly wheezing sigh.

Suddenly, Fathan's words made Azkira's wounds like they were doused with salt water. Perih spread to his veins. However, his very weak state made Azkira only able to close his lips, close his eyes, and drip a clear circle from the corners of his net.

Fathan inched to the lip of the bed and rushed to take a bath. He did not pay attention to Azkira at all, even just to feel pity. I don't know what Fathan's heart is made of.

Fathan was pouring water all over his body. "So, this is the first time too?" muttered Fathan with a satisfied grin.

"Good, at least I didn't lose my virginity to that shitty woman. But, did he feel pain when it was his that I broke down to bleed? Ahh, you fool! What perduliku. He enjoyed it too, didn't he?" fathan again.

The man continued muttering while replaying his memory while carrying out his vicious attack on Azkira earlier. After finishing his bath, he came out with his rest. Then, with his body still wrapped in a towel at the bottom, Fathan picked up a brown envelope containing some money from the nightstand drawer.

He then walked over to Azkira who was still lying with his pill sobs. Then, throw the envelope containing the money at Azkira. Azkira seemed to close his eyes while smashing the ends of the sheets. Until Fathan's heart tormented his birth and Azkira's bath with a series of rude and condescending behaviors.

Fathan put on his clothes and left Azkira with a million wounds. Meanwhile, the poor woman was trying to get up with a shaky body. He lamented his pain under the water in the bathroom.

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At night, around 07.00 WIB. Antoni came, it seems he came home a little late than usual that day. Azkira greeted his Father-in-law with hospitality. He also prepared a cup of warm tea. Before this, Antoni was said to often visit the house of Sinta when Azkira was still living with his Grandmother. So Azkira knew the amount of tea that Antoni liked, because he had made it often.

Azkira looked down deeply. Really, he did not want to hear the name called. Remembering it is the same as remembering a painful wound.

"So I got home, Dad." Azkira answered him briefly.

"Alright, I hope you can get to know each other better. I'm sure that you are the best for Father's Son, son," said Antoni, who had no idea how evil Fathan was to Azkira.

"Yes! It may be that I am the best for him, but not with him for me," Azkira's inner voice was accompanied by a smile of compulsion.

After a little chat, Azkira told Antoni to go into the room. While Antoni, still want to spend tea made by Azkira. The atmosphere outside was still very cold after the rain that flushed for most of the day.

"Do you think everything can be bought with money? He thinks my honor can he pay with his money and treasure? Ciiih! I'll see how much money he can afford to give him what he wants!" gerutu Azkira while putting the envelope containing the money back into the nightstand drawer.

After that Azkira took a pillow and a blanket, then he slept on the sofa. Yeah, tonight he's gonna sleep on the couch and let Fathan enjoy his bed. Looking up at the sky-room, Azikara pondered over every pain and tried to gather it as something that would make her stronger.

A few hours later. The sound of the door handle opening is heard. Fathan slowly walked into the room while slightly slowing down his footsteps.

"Where is he?" fathan said while standing up. He spread his eyes across the room at that moment.

Fathan's footsteps advanced, and Azkira appeared to have slept soundly on the sofa. "Why is he sleeping on the couch? Is he expecting my attention?" cibir Fathan while smacking a cynical smile.

The owner of the field chest with a little thin fur was sitting on the lip of the bed. Then, he gasped when he saw the sheets that still had patches of blood that had dried. "Shii! Can't she change her sheets?" great-grandson Fathan.

He touched the blood, and turned towards Azkira. "Is he in pain?" muttered Fathan again.

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