Forced to Marry a Sadistic Woman
Trapped

“Khadija,”

call a woman whose voice is familiar to Khadijah's ears. Khadijah turned his head and saw a beautiful woman in sexy clothes who made the eyes hungry men would not want to take his eyes off. It was Dita-women who had always been rude to Khadijah and said Khadijah was like a ninja who always covered his body with oversized clothes and also used a veil on his face complete with gloves.

“What's up Dita?” asked Khadijah after being in front of his office friend.

“I heard you need a part-time job?” ask Dita with a full glance.

“Yes, I do need a part-time job,” Khadijah replied.

“My friend is on holiday working at one of the famous hotels and his salary is quite large,” said Dita tried to provoke Khadijah's interest. “I heard from friends, you need a lot of money to pay for your mother's medical expenses?” tanya Dita tried to look sincere.

“You are absolutely right,” replied Khadijah. “If you can know what job it is, Dita?” ask Khadijah who was interested in Dita's offer.

“Just deliver food for one of the hotel guests only, later you can go home,” said Dita. “And you will get money 2 million after,” said Dita again.

“Is it true that just delivering food can already get that much salary?” ask Khadijah doubtfully.

Dita immediately put both of her hands on her chest with an arrogant look. “I felt sorry for you after listening to news from friends who say you need a lot of money, but not unexpectedly if my concern even makes you worse off,” says Dita pretends to be angry. “Hopefully that stupid Khadijah, fooled by my lie,” Dita.

“I'm sorry, really I didn't mean it that way,” said Khadijah feeling guilty.

“If you don't want to, then I'll give it to another friend just this job.” After speaking Dita was about to waltz away however, prevented by Khadijah.

“We want to, I believe if you will not intend evil,” said Khadijah.

***

Khadijah now uses Pics-colored Muslim clothes complete with veils and this is one of the nicest clothes belonging to Khadijah. Dita said that Khadija should use the best gamis because her guests are a married couple. Khadija was not reluctant to comply with Dita's request after knowing his guests were an elderly pair of Muslims. Dita told Khadija to deliver two glasses of white drink into the presidential suite of the hotel. Khadijah had asked what the drink was and Dita replied she also did not know however, and, the two elderly who were in the room asked for the drink to be delivered by a woman who was really Muslim and that was the reason Dita chose Khadijah. Khadijah who always thinks positively immediately believes.

"Khadija, you have to use this perfume so that the two elderly know that you are the woman they are waiting for" Dita said as she sprayed vanilla-flavored perfume on Khadijah. Khadija just sort of important this task immediately finished his thought.

“Dita, does it matter if directly log in?” ask Khadijah.

“They are both elderly, who knows their ears are not working properly,” said Dita and Khadijah again believe. “Now you enter immediately,” said Dita after the hotel door opened.

“You wait here,” said Khadijah who was immediately answered a nod of lies by Dita.

The sneaky grin immediately turned cruel from Dita's lips when she found out Khadija had entered the room. “Happy Khadijah, who told you all this time you always grab the attention of everyone when in the office and receive a reply from me,” muttered Dita smirked while stepping away from the hotel room.

Khadijah saw no one in the living room of this hotel and he decided to step towards the table then slightly bent his body then put a tray containing two drinks on the table slowly. Someone's hand immediately took one glass, and made Khadija's heart beat so fast that it made Khadija's body seem frozen. It was the burly hand of a man and not an elderly man. Yes, that's what Khadija's mind is now.

Khadijah immediately put another glass on the table and the woman stood up straight. Khadijah raised his gaze at a glance then lowered his gaze again after finding out if his conjecture was true.

“It looks like this is the child of the two elderly who had said,” Inner Khadijah is still trying to think positively in the midst of negative thoughts that began to envelop his mind.

“Honey, why are you using a veil like this? Are you looking to become a Muslim woman now?” the man asked Khadija then grabbed Khadija by the hand violently and hugged her.

Khadijah trembled with fear and his tears fell so hard. “Pak, I'm not the person you mean, I'm only in charge of delivering this drink to both your parents,” Khadijah said in a voice that vibrated on the tip of the tongue.

“Latvia?” the man's voice jerked Khadijah's ears. “I'm in this room by myself and there's no Seniors? You don't joke with me,” said the man started being rude to Khadijah. “Who are you and where is Felishia?” ask the foreigner.

The foreign man pushed Khadija's body to the floor and then he stepped toward Khadija with his eagle eyes. Khadijah retreated away so as not to be touched by the scary and rude man, but now Khadijah's thin body has been trapped on the wall, Khadija is not out of his mind, but now Khadijah is not out of his mind, he was about to stand up but the rude man directly pushed his body against the wall.

“Say where Felis,” shouted the foreign man again.

“Sa-I don't know sir, please let go of me,” Khadijah said with a tearful mouthpiece that kept wetting her veil. “Dita told me to deliver two glasses of the drink to the elderly who are in the room this room,” story Khadijah.

“No elderly!” the stranger snapped with darkened eyes.

The man removed his hand from Khadijah's shoulder after feeling something strange on his body. Sweat of corn began to fill the man's forehead and he felt a strange sigh in his blood to make his body feel hot. Khadijah ran straight to the door of this room, but it was locked and Khadijah did not know the password. Khadija tried to squeeze the pin of this room randomly and did not forget his lips continued to pray that someone would save him.

“Whoever help me,” shouted Khadijah while banging on the door. Khadija did not know if this room would soundproof.

“What did you put in that drink?” asked the foreign man while pulling Khadijah's arm.

“Sa-I don't know sir, I was just told,” replied Khadijah trembling. “Detach me,” continued Khadijah in a begging voice that sounded heartbreaking.

“Witches like you don't deserve to say that, cut this drama and play with me,” said the man then rudely pulled Khadijah's veil.

The man had begun to be blinded with his own passion to not care about the cry of a poor woman who was in front of him now and until finally the honor and holiness that had been taken by force by Khadijah the foreign man.