Fake Wedding Pledge
CHAPTER 8 Is Not My fault

Fathan went to his restaurant, but not for a meeting. He was just trying to avoid Azkira from the reach of his eyes. By his own heart, Fathan is not ready to accept the presence of anyone after the disappointment of the betrayal Ellena committed on him.

"Hi, Bro! How was your first night? Is that fun?" ledek Dion laughing.

"Shut up or I'll stuff your mouth with sandals!" fathan replied while sitting down and exhaling roughly.

"Hishihi. Why are you so sensitive?" continued Dion while patting softly on Fathan's back. They are indeed very familiar even though in their relationship work is an Owner and Manager.

"So, I'm not sure about any of this." Fathan is reluctant to discuss his marriage.

"What about the restaurant? Is it progressing, stable, or declining?" fathan shifted the subject.

Dion let out a long breath and let it out fervently. "In recent days, our turnover has decreased by about 20% than usual" Dion replied regretfully.

Fathan frowned. "Why is that, Dion? Does this have anything to do with the news?"

"It seems so, Fathan. But I believe Azki was right about her confession. He has been working here for a long time and his performance is very good. She is also not the type of girl who behaves badly as the news reports," said Dion.

"Stop defending him, Dion. If this was the case, no fact could save him from the mistakes he had made!" fathan said while smashing his fist.

Without noticing Dion who had just opened his mouth to speak again, Fathan immediately left the restaurant. He looked very angry and fiery. Then, the man immediately drove the speed of his car as fast as lightning.

Inside the room, precisely in front of a glass window that was draped in curtains. Azkira was standing while putting aside a little part of the curtain, then peeked out the window. He commented with a smile as he watched the dark and overcast clouds cover the surface of the sky.

"It looks like it's going to rain down hard. I want to be under it. To be able to cry without being known and heard by anyone," muttered Azkira as he gulped his bitter salivation.

Long enough the sweet rabbit-toothed woman stood enjoying the increasingly dense cloudy. Until his legs began to feel sore and he also sauntered to sit on the edge of the bed. Afterwards, his eyes rolled to all sides of the room and stopped as he looked at the sofa Fathan had used to sleep on last night.

BRUGH!

The bedroom door was opened and pushed very hard by Fathan, from the outside. Azkira was stunned and shocked by Fathan's sudden arrival and looked full of anger at that time. The poor woman stood frozen with a look of horror and misgivings.

"Akkkhh!" pekik Azkira is in pain.

"How dare you harm my life and my efforts!" cerca Fathan is non-stop.

"Sakiiiit," ringis Azkira cried.

However, as if he had no feelings, Fathan added a grip to Azkira's cheek. "Because of your actions, my restaurant became quiet and turnover decreased!" lontar Fathan while continuing to strengthen his grip.

Azkira could only cry bitterly at that time. Then, Fathan let go of his grip with a slight screech until Azkira felt even more pain. The straight-haired woman held both sides of her reddened cheeks and circulated the pain all over her face.

"Not knowing yourself!" unsatisfied Fathan responded to his anger.

"I didn't do anything. I do not demean my pride and honor to make out with a man I do not know. I was just waiting for a motorcycle to drive me home. It wasn't all my fault! There must be someone who deliberately set me up," roared Azkira who finally could not stand it either by remaining silent and succumbing to Fathan.

"Shut up! Don't dare to avoid reality. You think I'll believe you after all the bad effects have been felt, huh?" fathan nodded.

Azkira shook his head while wiping the rough cheeks wet with tears. "Until any time I will not admit to a mistake I never made ..," Azkira said.

"What do you want from this wedding, huh? What is a house, car, and other facilities that you do not already have? Say it! I'll give it to you and then get out of my life!" fathan Scorn.

It felt like being hit by a spear tip that was accidentally and many times right in his heart. Azkira knew and was fully aware that he was not as rich as Fathan. But deep down, Azkira never thought of making her marriage an attempt to extort Fathan's treasure. For whatever sake, Fathan's mind was already very condescending and trampled Azkira's self-esteem without feeling. Eager to deny every heinous accusation that Fathan leveled at him. However, Azkira still left patience within him.

"Why shut up? Tell me, you idiot!" Once again, Fathan moisturized Azkira's body.

"Aaaarrhggghh, sakiitt!" azkira's screams that sounded so bitter and felt pain in the heart.

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