Husband Like Papa
Diabolical

Inside the bathroom, Belva looked around looking for a way to thwart the meeting that Haidar had planned. But after rummaging through the contents of the closet there is no tool that can help him. Belva also felt desperate and threw all the items on the sink until finally the idea came up when he saw the shaver.

Belva took the shaving device and raised a hand. He wanted to say the shaving device on his wrist but he broke his intention by imagining the pain. While outside, Haidar continued banging on the bathroom door as if he could not wait for her.

"Hurry out or I'll break this door!" shouted Haidar.

Belva was still confused about what he should do until finally Belva decided to scratch the shaver to his wrist while closing his eyes.

"Ahhhhh... Shhtt..." Belva grimaced small and opened her eyes. He looked at his wrist which was only slightly injured. Because of that, Belva again scratched the shaving tool repeatedly while crying in pain.

Hearing that, Haidar immediately broke down the door and was surprised to see Belva's wrist that was spitting out quite a lot of blood.

"Are you crazy?!" tanya Haidar pulled Belva out of the bathroom. Then he took the medicine box and began to clean the blood that came out.

Seeing the many scratches of wounds, Haidar dripped the medicine and bandaged it. It made Belva speechless to look at Haidar who seemed to have two different personalities.

Realizing what he was doing, Haidar immediately let go of Belva's hand and again scolded her.

"Are you intentionally doing this to cancel my plan? Just so you know, even though you're injured and dying even though I'm not going to cancel this meeting, so now let's go!" Haidar pulled Belva away with him. Despite Belva's attempts to rebel, Haidar drags her and pushes her into the car.

Jebrett..!!!

Haidar started the car and left the house.

On the way, Belva continued to make clear to Haidar to cancel his intention. But Haidar did not care and continued to take him to a place far from the crowd.

"No! I'd rather die than serve someone I don't know!"

"Why not jump out of the car on the road?" asked Haidar with a hardened jaw.

"Why did you help me when I tried to kill myself?"

"A suicide? You said scraping a shaver on your wrist could make you die?"

"I'll die if you don't break down the door and force my way in, if you want to kill me why don't you do it, why keep torturing me like this?"

"Because of every tear drop my son shed, you must pay for it, So be patient a little before I really make you no longer want to roar in this world!" Haidar directly dragged Belva and brought her inside.

Once inside Belva was flabbergasted to see not just one man who was there, but more than five adult men who had been waiting for him. Not only that, it also looks like a bar table that is equipped with poles that can be used for striptease dancers. It also made Belva afraid and intend to escape. But Haidar immediately gripped his arm then pushed Belva to the men who already looked drunk.

"Serve them well. Because they pay you dearly!" firmly Haidar while pushing Belva towards them.

"Come here baby." said one of the men embracing Belva's shoulders.

"Let go!" belva shouted trying to escape.

"Haydar... Hydrar..." Belva cried and wished not to be left with the men. Yet Haidar did not care and continued to step out.

Seriate...