Fake Wedding Pledge
CHAPTER 15 Let Me go!

Azkira turned to look back at Fathan. He felt embarrassed, strange, and also wanted to just disappear from Fathan's vision at that time. However, in contrast to Fathan who looked so satisfied, even a glimmer of a smile on his lips.

After that heat struggle. His night became a silent thousandth night for Azkira, and he did not even answer when Fathan asked a few questions. Azkira's mouth is locked like a thousand languages. Just stare at empty eyes with the mind drifting away somewhere.

"Azki, do you want anything?" ask Fathan to offer. I wish the woman would talk to him.

Azkira just moved a little shaking his head. It was a sign that he didn't want anything. Truly, Azkira wanted nothing but silence.

"Geez!" Fathan heard a rough sigh. Maybe he was tired of talking to himself and got nothing from Azkira, except for the rejection signal made by the movement of his head.

"Okay, it's up to you!" fathan said he got out of bed and walked out of the room, wearing boxer shorts and a men's sleeping kimono, hanging from a stand hanger in the room.

The man continued walking towards the kitchen, and the fridge became his destination. He took a bottle containing apple juice, then poured it into a glass and drank it. The typical voice of people after sipping a fresh drink rang out from Fathan's mouth.

Then, Fathan walked to the balcony of his house with a glass that still had apple juice left in his hand. Up there, the Proportionate owner of the body stood directing his gaze to the high heavens. Looking at the stars that were increasingly popping up all over the surface of the night sky at that time.

"Why won't he talk to me again? Is he angry? Or regret what he did with me?" he muttered full of questions.

"What do I care? I'm her husband, so I'm entitled to her" Fathan continued.

"Aarrrgh! I don't like it when he talks a lot, but it turns out I don't like it anymore when he's just quiet like that." Fathan was annoyed by Azkira.

The gusts of wind were blowing ever colder through Fathan's skin. In fact, the cold to make the pores of Fathan's skin look bristled. He decided to go in and go back to his room.

"He's asleep? Is he exhausted?" fathan said when he was treated to the sight of Azkira's eyes that had been closed.

"His face is pretty too. More than that, he looked so natural." Without realizing Fathan praised Azkira, at that time he was sitting on the edge of the bed and looking at Azkira's deep face with a very close distance.

"Aahh! What am I saying this? I can't possibly like it" he added. He dismissed the reality his heart felt.

Then, the room lights were turned off and tonight Fathan chose to share a bed with Azkira. He wanted to embrace his wife's body. The body that just a moment ago had given him the most beautiful feeling called the heaven of the world.

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The next morning, Azkira woke up early in time. He flinched to find a burly arm coiled around his body. His breath was instantly restrained, then very carefully he put away the arm. Then, Azkira rushed to take a quick shower and left the room after being tidy with the clothes she was wearing.

Azkira walked quietly to make sure his footsteps did not create sound. He didn't want to wake anyone. Although, at that time it seemed like Bi Inah had started his activities in the kitchen.

About an hour later, Fathan woke up and found Azkira was no longer there. Not much suspicion, Fathan behaved normally. He came down from the bed. In his mind, Fathan thought .... Perhaps, Azkira was preparing breakfast as usual.

In the next second, Fathan was tidy in a formal suit. Looks like he's going to work. "Bi Inah!" yells.

"Yes, Den." The housekeeper came to Fathan.

"Sorry, Den Fathan. Auntie thinks Non Azki is still sleeping. You see, since Bibi was busy in the kitchen and did not see Non Azki," said Bi Inah.

Fathan was stopped instantly from his breakfast activities. "So, the one who prepared this meal was not Azkira?" Fathan asked while frowning his forehead. Bi Inah shook her head.

The man immediately got up from his seat and did not finish his breakfast. He immediately took his car keys and left quickly. Bi Inah who saw that could only shut up and wonder in her heart alone.

The car that Fathan drove drove very fast, splitting the road that looked still a little quiet from the crowd and then passing other vehicles. Maybe, because it was still very early at about 06:00.

"Where else is he? Was he created just to trouble my life?" Fathan hissed annoyed.

"Where should I look for him? Aarrrgh! You weird woman." Anger began to stir and intensified in Fathan's chest. However, moments later, he decided to pull over his car so he could think calmly.

Sure enough, after being calmer the idea immediately popped up. Fathan tracked Azkira's location through the app, using his phone number. It didn't take long to find out. Fathan could immediately detect the location where his wife was.

"Why did he come to such a narrow alley?" Fathan's suspicions of Azkira's affair were growing rampant.

Without a second thought, Fathan glided there to catch Azkira. "Surely she went there to meet her dark lover. How dare he be to me!" The man's reddened eyes burned a taste that I don't know what his name is. Could it be jealousy?

Just in the twenty minute of his search, Fathan arrived at the point of location. And sure enough, he immediately saw Azkira was busy sitting in a chicken porridge stall, which was in a narrow alley behind a housing. Fathan parked his car some distance away, then walked around like a detective stalking a criminal.

There was something that was already booming and he wanted to immediately pour out on Azkira. Yep! The anger stemmed from his suspicions and bad thoughts about Azkira. Without further ado, he caught Azkira.

"What the fuck?" Azkira who turned out to be eating breakfast porridge was surprised to find himself snatched by Fathan, like a thief.

Rebellion alone, the people who were there gaped and felt confused watching the incident. Meanwhile, Fathan threatens all of them not to interfere or try to help Azkira. Finally, they could only feel pity and wonder.

However, there was one young man who dared to save Azkira from Fathan. "Don't play hard on women. If you dare to fight me!" the young man said to Fathan.

"He's My Wife! We're married." Fathan showed a ring on Azkira's ring finger and also his matching self, so the young man chose to undo his intention to help Azkira.

Then, Fathan carried Azkira's body and took her to the car. "You ran away from my house again? Do you really want me to chase you, huh? Now I've done it, Miss Azkira!" Fathan renders Azkira helpless, as the man flanks and overlaps Azkira's body after he manages to get Azkira into the back seat of the car.

"Let go! Crazy ass....What did you do to me?" maki Azkira's.

PLAKKK!

The high emotional shock made Fathan throw a slap into Azkira's face, until the image of Fathan's hand was printed and flushed on Azkira's smooth and white cheeks.

Azkira could only feel the heat and pain that spread on his face. He could not even use his hand to wipe his sore cheek, as Fathan kept locking and pinching his body. Once again, Azkira's tears broke unbearably.

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