Fake Wedding Pledge
CHAPTER 9 Most Hurting Moments

'Is this the path of destiny I must go through? Why was I faced with the flames of anger from the beginning of my marriage with her? Does the universe hate me so much that it seems to have purposely caught me in a trap that I find hard to avoid?'

Azkira wailed bitterly withstanding all the torment Fathan had given him back then, on the first day he stayed one roof with Fathan. Sobbing, Azkira tried to get up and bring his gaze to Fathan, who was still standing with a furious pus.

"You can torture me as much as you can, if necessary. But, don't expect me to admit all the heinous things you've accused me of! In fact, if I were to die from the sword even once, I would remain firm on my stance. About your cheap assumption about treasures and facilities, you should just keep the sentence to yourself!" azkira toilet with a sharp look.

I don't know where that guts came from. However, this succeeded in silencing Fathan's mouth. The man scooped up the roughness of his own face. Meanwhile, Azkira ran out and left.

Azkira continued to run lunge on the streets that were out of nowhere. He no longer cared about his direction and purpose. All he wanted at the time was to go dodge Fathan and his torment.

Far enough Azkira stepped. Not long after, it rained hard. As if granting wishes that had become Azkira pinta. Yes, the desire to cry so much under the rain, without being known to others.

"I give all my business to You, O owner of drought and rain. I'm putting everything together. I will not regret this vision of my destiny, but please .. allow me to run and escape for a moment, from the pain and torment that continue to hit me without feeling." Azkira cried, shouted, roared along with the incessant sound of the rain getting thicker.

Inside his room, Fathan sat down while massaging his forehead. "Shitt! Maybe he broke my argument and now he's gone somewhere. Goody! Soon Dad will ask for his whereabouts and scold me," Fathan's great-grandson swore.

Instead of trying to chase or find Azkira, Fathan justu busy thinking about himself. He was worried that his father would scold him for making Azkira run away from home.

"Yahoo! It was raining again. Where the hell's he going? Ahh, stupid time. I didn't tell him to leave" gerundal Fathan said guiltlessly.

Azkira continued to walk in the rain. Until he saw a garden and stopped there. While sitting on a long bench, Azkira also cried loudly. Evaporates all the anger and disappointment that he no longer held. He embraced his pain for so long. Alone in the rain.

"Azki ..," said Revan, who was also in the park, on a different bench. The man then walked closer towards Azkira.

From a close distance, Azki's paled face, trembling lips and tears seemed to compete with the fall of rain on his face. Revan wants to embrace Azkira. Hugged and calmed her as usual. However, his intentions were unsettled. Revan realizes Azkira has now become the wife of people.

"Azki ..," he repeated an appeal. However, his voice could not be heard as it was blocked by the torrent of rain.

Azkira realized that someone was standing next to him. He turned his head and found Revan crying in his smile. "Abang ...," said Azkira while returning to shed her tears.

Revan sat right next to Azkira. He wanted to ask the woman who was like his own sister, but his lips were twisted and his tongue seemed to freeze. Finally, both Revan and Azkira just stared at each other in silence and cried continuously.

"What's going on here?" asked Azkira with the rest of the stuffing still heard.

"Watching the rain. Why are you raining too? Is your new home not as comfortable as your brother's embrace for shelter?" revan said as he passed Azkira.

"Azki just wanted to play rain alone" Azkira lied while looking down.

"Don't lie to me, Azki. I've seen your cry since. I know you're not okay. Why Azki? Did your husband hurt your feelings?" gusar Revan in my heart.

"Want to tell stories?" lontar Revan's.

Azkira just shook his head. Even though in his heart he really wanted to complain to Revan. "No, Azki. Bang Revan must not know about your suffering, "inner Azkira speaks to himself.

"Remove you home, yeah. Too long the rain is not good either" said Revan.

"Azki, are you not listening to your brother's advice anymore?" revan said as if forcing Azkira to go home.

"It's not so, Bang. It's just, Azki-"

"Here you go, let's go home." Revan immediately took Azkira's hand and delivered it using a motorcycle.

"Why is fate so willing to separate us before I can express my true feelings for you, Azki?" revan whispered in his heart.

Under the rain, Revan drove Azkira home. And how surprised he was, when he knew that the distance between the park and Azkira residence was quite far. Understandably, Revan does not know Fathan's house and this is the first time he went there. It was by chance because he and Azkira were in the same garden and at the same time.

"Thank you, yeah, Bang. Azki came in first" said Azkira, when he got off the motorcycle. Revan just glanced at the smile and nodded. And then they split up.

Azkira entered and was shocked by Fathan who was already standing at the door. The man's eyes scanned Azkira's body drenched in rain. Azkira saw Fathan's face at a glance and after that he went to the room.

Azkira was already in the room and immediately she cleaned herself up. A few minutes later, Azkira was finished and now he took a change of clothes. Not yet had time to wear it, suddenly there was Fathan who followed him to the room.

"Why did you run away from home? Do you think I'll come after you? Ciii! Don't hope," scorned Fathan.

Azkira just silently permeated his hiccupped pain. He tried to be indifferent and continued to wear his clothes. "Who would you care? Arrogant man!" aspersion in his heart.

"Oh, or maybe you miss the caress of a man? That's why you went and met your girlfriend, right?" hardik Fathan as he guessed. Because, he saw Azkira was piggybacked by Revan when he came home earlier.

"Enough! Stop insulting and demeaning me. That attitude of yours makes my mind even more open, that being highly educated, handsome and well-established alone does not guarantee someone like you to behave properly," Azkira's already hot opponent burned with anger. She doesn't even call her husband 'Pak Fathan' anymore.

"How dare you fight me, huh!" Fathan gripped Azkira's jaw while gritting his teeth.

"I am not married to you to be treated arbitrarily" Azkira replied again.

Fathan pushed Azkira's body until the woman's body was pegged to the edge of the bed. Then, Fathan brutally cannibalized the clothes Azkira had just worn. "Well, this is what you want, isn't it?" fathan said with a heavy voice.

"Surge!" ronta Azkira continued to pull Fathan's hand from his body.

"Don't be a hypocrite, Azkira. Don't you want your body to touch?" olok Fathan grinned.

It doesn't take long. The man had already made his body and Azkira's body both plain. Then, he forcefully stuttered Azkira regardless of the cries of the woman who looked in pain. And yes, as is common, fresh blood in deep red flows from the crown of Azkira madness.

Fathan realized that it was the first time for Azkira, as well as himself. However, he was still not compassionate and still continued his brutality in carrying out his obligations. So that something that should feel beautiful turned into the most hurtful moments for Azkira.

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