Gannaya, My Adore
I'm Just A Sinner.

Silent. Only the void that Gemma felt when she placed her earlobe on the door.

"Say I met at this hour, and I left. Where's the room in the lock." Gemma breathed an annoyed sigh. Adri and Gemma have made an agreement to discuss the project they are working on.

He reached into the pants pocket to reach for the device. Pressing Adri's contacts on the screen.

Ganaya was still struggling, he glanced sharply when Adri's phone vibrated at work. He knew for sure Gemma was calling this guy's cell phone.

With a quick movement, Gana bit Adri's palm, and the man groaned. Before getting up, Gana threw out a kick that she aimed at the man's stomach.

"Argh ..." Adri shouted, and lurched to the corner of the sofa. With blingsatan steps, Gana moved from the chair to the work desk.

Just wanted to wipe the green icon screen, the call was disconnected from across there. Ganaya tries to call again, but her head immediately looks back, because Adri grabbed her hair.

"Ah ... hurts!" peekkik Gana's. Then Gana's body was immediately put down roughly on the table. "Don't try to defy me, Nay!" adri's jaw tightens.

Ganaya shook her head in fear. Her tears are back. He hated Adri's treatment now.

"GEMMA!! HELP!!" Ganaya kept shouting towards the door. His heart kept beating hard. Ganaya tried to wriggle hard, to stay away from the pierihan Adri.

Adri again smothered Ganaya's mouth with his left hand, and his right hand was ready to remove the clasp on his trouser cloth.

"Nrp ..." Adri exclaimed, he took off Gana's mouthfuls, when her hand was bitten again by the woman.

"Why are you so bad, Mom?" Adri paused for a moment when she wanted to remove her buckle hook.

"I am like this, because I love you. I'll stop once you agree to remain my second wife."

"I DON'T WANT TO! I'D RATHER DIE!"

Adri is groaning. His eyeballs were sharp like crows that would devour Ganaya alive now.

"YOU MUST WANT TO!" Adri spoke firmly. Then his hand again opened the clasp until it was released.

Ganaya shook her head with a scared look. "Don't, Mas!" pinta Gana pleads. "Don't take my honor!"

"There is no time for Gana, our marriage is two days away. I have been waiting for our wedding for a long time! I don't want you to go!" adri Sentak.

The bastard, raised a Gana dress cloth that the edge of the cloth he had torn forcibly because he wanted to press the seepage of Ammar blood a few hours ago. The dress, Adri naikan to the top of the thigh. He tore Gana's triangular cloth roughly.

Ganaya closed both eyes and continued to cry, trying to make a revolt, but her body was already flattened on the table.

But when Adri wants to take out the center of his body to be upright skinny leads to the pleasure of Gana.

Later then.

BRACKET.

"FRIGHT!! ********!!"

Adri was wide-eyed before the hot blow landed on his cheekbones.

****

Three more nephews flocked down from the top of the stairs. Approaching his Om who has stepped while holding Ginka and Geisha.

Since then Ginka asked in a cradle, but Ammar felt his body weak. Maybe the effect of the wound is now nested in his arm.

Heard the noise in the living room. Maura, the Brother. Putting your head out from behind the kitchen. His face was very carefree when he saw his beloved younger brother floating him here. He stepped up and approached his sister.

"Ammar, tumben to here. Why don't you tell me first." Ammar slightly bent down to kiss the back of Maura's hand and kissed the woman's forehead.

"So your kids called me, said they wanted food." Ammar turned to the package he bought a lot and already in the hands of each of his nephews. Maura snorted with a headband to her five children.

Bisma and Pradipta shook their heads. "We're not on the phone, Om, Bun."

The triple G woman. Developing a crisp smile. "We miss the same thing, Om." They're great-grandchildren together.

"Udah justin, I also want to come here. I miss Brother."

"Your helpers have three. Why do I have to go to the kitchen, anyway?" protesting Ammar, he stared at the aprons that ran down his brother's neck and chest. "A restaurant owner and star hotel, still down to the kitchen." added Ammar again with the corner of the lips tilted.

"You know, his father's a child. I don't like the cooking of maids. My son is the same. Don't protest too much. Just sit there, I see your face is a little pale, you're sick, Dek?"

Not just sick, but almost died just now.

"I just don't sleep enough."

"You sleep? Come upstairs, let's sleep in Bhishma's room."

Ammar nodded. "Sister, it's the Om of ya."

Bhishma turned his head while devouring the food that had just been brought by his Om. "Ready."

Maura passed into the kitchen to make her sister a drink. While Ammar was escorted by Bisma to go upstairs.

"What time is it coming home?"

"It's usually four." replied Bhishma.

Ammar nodded and continued up the stairs to get to Bisma's room. It feels right, he needs a break to clear his mind and calm his heart for the problem in a row today.

***

"WHY!!" exclaim Ammar.

Both eyes were closed, just wide open. His breathing hunts, his sweat pours. A very painful nightmare. Ammar rubbed his face rough, trying his hardest to normalize his heartbeat.

"What dream is that?" his murmur was filled with fear.

Because of the drowsiness that is not restrained, making Ammar continue to fall asleep until where he woke up when he heard the sound of the magrib adhan. He got up with an office shirt still attached. Open the door of the room and step outside.

But his legs stopped when he wanted to go down one staircase. There was the voice of his brother-in-law who was becoming a priest for his brother and nephews in the mosque. They are praying together.

The man's voice was so shady and shahdu. Bisma and Pradipta use the same sarong as her father, while triple G woman wears a mukena with a funny character shape. A beautiful view that can be seen from the top of the stairs.

Ammar's heart was broken. Like a fine slap. When was the last time he washed his face with ablution water? When was the last time he bowed down on a prayer mat? Even his heart was always sick, if he heard the dawns, the Mama and her Papa were in the pool.

Ammar sighed and shook his head. "I'm just a sinner. God seemed reluctant to look at me. Therefore, he tortured me so that I could not have Ganaya." his sigh was heavy. Ammar moved his foot back into the room. He continues to have a bad prejudice against God.

Back to her body on the bed. Look at the light from the lights that dangle down.

Sinner

Assassin

Vandal

He covered his ears, every time he heard his voice speak.

"Arrh ... jerkk!" Ammar continued to scream while closing his eyes. There were her tears that had already condensed in the corner of the petals. Both of his hands jerked at the sheets.

"God! Istighfar. You why?" maura who suddenly sat on the bed.

The brother shook his sister's body to wake up, which he knew was delirious. The woman had finished praying with her son and husband.

He came to wake Ammar to pray Magrib, and then took a bath after dinner. Because before the Adhan Magrib reverberated, Ammar was still difficult to wake up.

"SISTER!" shouted Ammar. The man shuffled to hug Maura. Scratch the mucena cloth that is still perched on his brother's body. Ammar shed tears, sadness, disappointment and the way of life he had been living.

Living in destruction, fear, and a sense of danger. He wants to return as the old Ammar. Ammar is good, who is always patient and quiet when he is ignorant. But it all seemed too late, the past had given birth to him being a vile figure.

***

When is Ammar, Insyaf thor? Later if you have gone through a long ordeal.