Forced to Marry a Cold Man
Due to Violence in the Household
His body is limp, how not, this is one of his favorite cars, in a special design as requested. But it was destroyed by obeying his wife's ridiculous words. Ahh Nadia's...
"Kauuu, this is because you obey Gacil,,,," Ibra said as she reached out to Nadia's ear.
"Aahh om, om always tormenting me, this could be domestic violence om, Ahhhh sick om,," Nadia whispered while holding the ear that had just been released by Ibra.
"Nadia will sue you for domestic violence." ketus Nadia.
"Let him down here Sakti, this kid just makes me dizzy" Ibra said, twitching her head.
"Okay sir," said Sakti then stopped his car on the road that was still quiet because it passed the alley shown Nadia earlier.
Nadia just silently did not believe she would actually be taken down. "Om.." called Nadia in a wry tone, the girl was really just joking, she did not imagine that it would make her husband even more angry.
"Please miss," said Sakti who was outside and opened the car door on Nadia's side sitting.
"Om, Nadia is not really ngajuin demands of domestic violence, om lying is also not possible nurunin Nadia here right," said Nadia by tugging at Ibra's arm.
"GET DOWN NOW !!!" ibra snapped which made Nadia jump in shock.
Nadia pulled her hand on Ibra's arm and took her buluk bag, without saying any more she got out of the car, her heart was very sick to hear the crack coming out of her husband's mouth.
"Please go directly to this address, miss, this house is already yours after you choose it," said Sakti while submitting a photo of the house he chose this morning, behind the photo is the full address of his home.
"Quick Sakti" said Ibra still with emotion.
"Go sir" said Nadia quickly, she did not want to make her husband more emotional.
Sakti immediately got into the car and started driving the car, the car that was completely out of shape was still running until it disappeared from Nadia's view.
"Ahhh, om Ibra is always angry, after all I was just kidding how could I sue him, it was definitely me who would lose if I really demanded it, after all, Ahhhh basic om old ngeselinnn," annoyed Nadia who continues to nag while walking.
"Aishhh I have to ride what to be able to get home soon, this address is very far," he grumbled again.
***
Ibra Car
"Aren't you outrageous with young lady sir ? this place with a house that is chosen by the lady is quite far away, maybe the lady really just wants to joke," Sakti explained to Ibra carefully.
"No kidding, it's not in the dictionary of my life" replied Ibra ketus
"Then what you did with the young lady earlier if not joking, hadehhhh has a very gini boss," inner Sakti in heart.
"At the same time your master is me or him, you like his attention" said Ibra briefly with eyes still staring at the window.
"Of course the young master is my master, it is not necessary to doubt," Sakti replied trying to answer as seriously as possible.
"Hurry up, get me a new car soon, I don't want my credibility as CEO to be in doubt because I came up with a fucked-up car like this" Ibra said.
***
14.00 WIB
Time has shown at two o'clock in the afternoon, but Nadia did not go home. Ibra, who was initially forced by Sakti to see Nadia's condition first before returning to the hotel, is now even more worried because her little girl disappeared.
Sakti is still struggling with the cellphone he holds, he is busy telling his men to comb the forest area where he left Nadia and all the roads that can be passed to get to this house. Sakti is indeed a loyal person to his master but since the beginning he saw Nadia he had considered Nadia like his own sister.
Nadia is very friendly, sweet, installment and cheap smile, the girl is also very smart and cheerful very suitable with her cool master and never care about anything.
"You will regret that if the lady really does not return the young master, just one day with her you can smile a little and act like you are not," inner Ibra with fixed eyes on her master who now looks a little worried.
"Where are you going Gacil ?" I feel a little guilty.
"I will take you to the hotel first young master," said Sakti.
"Then Gacil ?" ask Ibra.
"I will look for it, you should rest" said Sakti.
"He has nowhere to go, he's coming, we'll wait a minute" Ibra said.
"Seeing from the personality of the young lady, I don't think she will return master," explained Sakti.
"You mean she's going back to her slum ?" ibra Cibir.
"Young lady is very independent master, to live in the outside world alone is not a big problem for her, young lady is not as cool as we think," said Sakti a little annoyed.
"He always looked strange indeed, his way of looking at life was very different from others,"
"Please young master," said Sakti.
***
Nadia walked but not the road with the direction that had been shown by Sakti before she walked aimlessly, many times she stopped because she was tired and rested, but still can not find the destination to spend the night.
The shoes he was wearing were almost broken and open, it was used shoes given by the donor of the home that was given to him, some of his toes felt a little sore, a little, blotches of blood on the tip of the socks that Nadia wears.
"I have to find a place to stay tonight, I'm so lazy to meet that heartless om" Nadia said.
"There is not a big mosque around here, but which direction yes, I forgot gini anyway ishhh, Nadia tulalit base," he grumbled.
"OK deh search first, hopefully there is a study so can get food," he said with a smile cheerfully imagining food.
The girl was still walking, her head was wailing in search of the small mosque she wanted to go to, with limped feet she walked in search of it, she said, how not the leg was injured last night in addition to the trip so far that made his toes hurt. Amazingly he never gave up, only small swears came out of his mouth.
"Nadia," said someone calling the little girl.
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