Fake Wedding Pledge
Chapter 18 Intentional Injuries

Fathan came home in a hurry. The man who claimed not to like Azkira, this time seemed very anxious to hear Azkira unconscious. His heart was filled with great worry.

In the next instant, when he had reached his house, Fathan immediately ran towards the room. He was immediately stunned. Then, the owner of the chest of the field was sitting right next to Azkira who was still unconscious.

"Azkira ..," he said as he reached for Azkira's hand.

"Den Fathan, shouldn't Non Azki be taken to the doctor?" bi Inah gave me advice.

"Yes, Bi." That's all that came out of Fathan's mouth.

However, Azkira's hand suddenly moved to hold Fathan as Fathan was about to carry his helpless body into the car. "I want to go to Grandma's house" Azkira said in a very slow tone.

"Azki, are you conscious?"

"I want to go to Grandma's house" Azkira said, repeating her words without answering Fathan's question.

Fathan seemed to think for a moment. "All right, I'll take you," said Fathan, following Azkira's will.

"Are you sure you don't want to see a doctor first?" continued Fathan. Azkira just shook his head.

Then, the two rushed to the car. Of course, Azkira, who was still limping, got more attention from Fathan. And the man with the deadly smile decided to hold Azkira.

"Even when you give this kind of attention to me, I still feel fear. The fear of your words and behavior that always makes me feel insulted. Then, how can I survive longer with you?" Azkira muttered in his heart.

"Wear your safety belt!" fathan Letters. However, he had already worn it before Azkira could wear it himself.

A second later, Fathan immediately set out to bring Azkira to his grandmother's house, Sinta. "Ahh, why did circumstances never give me a chance to do something I wanted? I want to apologize to him for my accusations all along. Or maybe not necessary. All right, for a while just let it all be like this first, "inner Fathan in between his busy driving.

The situation in the car became very quiet. Just heard the roar of breath that is mutually unpretentious accompanied by the sound of Fathan's car engine is very smooth. Azkira silenced a thousand languages, so that Fathan who was feeling guilty had no chance to open a dispute with him.

"I don't like to be silenced like this!" fathan grumbled in the heart.

"So far I can still force myself at home to his constantly changing attitude. Sometimes he burns like fire, sometimes he's cold like a spring. Unfortunately, I cannot accept both opposing attitudes in one person. I don't know, the universe of my heart is too constrained by his behavior that I find difficult to understand." Azkira stared blankly as he continued to speak to his own heart.

In Azkira's pensive state, Fathan removed Azkira's seatbelt. Azkira's breath was heard squealing in surprise. Their faces were very close, even barely clinging at the time.

"Why are you looking at me like that? Your face looks tense." Fathan spoke like a whisper in Azkira's ear.

Azkira just kept quiet with his mouth open. Then unexpectedly, Fathan smeared Azkira's beautiful lips in a slightly pale state gently. There was a rebuff from Azkira at the time, but Fathan did not care. He continued to clench his lips as sweet as the honey greedily.

A little while later, Fathan let go of his kiss and saw Azkira gasping for breath.

"Next time breathe while kissing with me, dear Azkira!" fathan said with a mischievous smile.

"Basic Men have no feelings!" hardik Azkira slowly.

"I heard it, Azki," Fathan said, adding to a smile on his lips.

"Sup to you. Why did you stop here?" ketus Azkira turned his face away.

Fathan laughed thinly. "Have my kiss captured your consciousness and made you forget this place? We've reached Grandma Sinta's place, my wife." Again Fathan made Azkira blush.

"So, are we still going to stay in the car, Azki? Or do you want to continue with that?" fathan said to break the daydreams of Azkira.

"Of course ...."

Not finished Azkira talk, Fathan has attacked him again with a lot of kisses on the surface of the face to spread to the neck of his level. Azkira's mouth wants to curse, but the coming out is precisely a crumbling sound that charges to be peppered. Sometimes the situation is that joking. Common sense wants to resist, but desire accepts with joy.

A glimpse of a familiar face accidentally saw the adult scene inside the car. Yes, he is Revan. The man who was about to deliver the fruits he bought to Sinta, accidentally witnessed all the pleasures that hurt his heart so much. Indeed, Azkira's affection with Fathan in the car, making Revan like torn and remmas his feelings deliberately. In reality, what he saw was not exactly as true as he thought.

"Revan, why keep standing there, son. Come in here." Sinta appeared in the doorway and made Revan finish his mind that was staring far away with pain.

"Eemm, Revan just wants to deliver fruit to Grandma," recalls Revan while thrusting a bag containing several types of fruits on Sinta.

Yep! Revan was used to paying such attention to Sinta. In fact, Sinta herself already considers Revan like her own grandson. Although in another reality, Revan has always had a sense of pent up Azkira, who is none other than the grandson of Sinta. Right, it feels like you already know about it.

Meanwhile, in the car there a couple who were cool with the martyr's wet kiss had ended the struggle. Fathan suddenly had a grim face when he saw Revan there.

"You're here to see him?" Fathan set his sights on Revan.

"Who?" asked Azkira while frowning.

"That guy. Who else is it?" fathan's tidings are a little cynical.

Azkira circled his gaze outside the car and yes, he found Revan standing there. "Oh, Bang Revan. I told you, didn't I? He's like my own brother" Azkira joked.

"You also call him 'Abang'. That means, the name 'Abang' isn't special to me as your husband?"

"What is the importance of it being discussed? After all, since when do you want to be specialized as my husband? Wasn't I just a wife who was never expected? In fact, you used to call me a cheap, wild woman." The smile is not symmetrical.

Fathan bowed deeply, upon hearing Azkira's utterance which seemed to contain sarcasm and sharp innuendo. Fathan realized he was guilty. But, Fathan is not his name if he just wants to accept defeat. He went down and entered Sinta's house, holding Azkira's hand tightly. As if deliberately wanted to show his affection for Revan, who was still there at that time.

"Grandmother, we long to visit" Fathan explained without further ado, as the two were already inside.

"Grandmother welcomes you with pleasure," replied Sinta accompanied by her distinctive warm smile.

"Sir, then excuse me." Revan resigned.

"Well, what's the rush, Nak Revan?" said Sinta while busy arranging the fruit that Revan gave her.

Revan just concluded seyum. He looked indifferent to what Azkira was about to Fathan. He also did not say hello or smile at his beloved Azkira as usual.

"Bang Revan ...," exclaimed Azkira shirih. He got up from his seat.

Revan looked at Azkira. However, there is something that makes Revan's wound more gaping when his eyes are fixed right on the hand of Azkira who was grasped possessively by Fathan. Revan understood that at that time Fathan wanted to confirm that Azkira now belonged to Fathan. Finally, Revan left regardless of Azkira's exclamation.

"I know, Azki. Expecting love from someone who has become someone else's is the most intentional wound." Revan passed with a million bruises in his chest.

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