I AM YOU AND ISLAM
CHAPTER 59
“Hei mbak if you want to fight do not here dong!”
“Tau nih ruining the atmosphere aja.”
“Udah already there go you guys!”
Tweezers after squeaks begin to appear peppering the Ester ear area to heat up. Everyone came as if they were having a boxing fight.
“Shut up all of you! It's a household affair!” Alan squinted in disbelief.
Dara, who was being ignited by emotions, was forced to admit that the man she had just given a bogem was her own husband. There was no other purpose except for the people who noticed them so disperse and no longer dare to comment. Esther also can't imagine if everyone here knows what the real problem is, could die fleas she later.
Esther took a deep breath after everything dispersed and left only a pair of people in this place. I don't know what's going to happen next, which is clear his heart and mind can't produce any decisions, out of sync if people say.
“Where to?” Alan let out a voice as the woman with the red face began to leave.
Esther is silent or just looking no. His soul was shaken, eager to feel that he had gone far and gone from Alan's life forever. But what is possible? While his sacred property was already in the hands of the depraved man bin bastard.
Crystal shafts continue to flood endlessly, inundating the cheek area. Esther rubbed her face rough as if the water would never come out again if she did so.
“How can I be enslaved, how can I not know that I have been drugged? Shit!”
Rocks, remnants of garbage, grass and all kinds of things that blocked the path he kicked until bounced away from the original field. If there were no law in this country, it would be a man like Alan had been killed and drowned into the sea.
Ester moved to the parking lot and immediately stopped his motorbike there. Crying so much while driving can sometimes blow all the burdens we feel.
A shadow of Irene's face suddenly appeared in her head. I don't know how long they haven't met. Never mind to meet face to face, chatting through the air is now rare. One of Esther's egos is still too high and makes the girl always just sniff from her old conco, Irene's past words are still attached and pierced her niche to leave a wound. Otherwise, he would have told Irene what happened to her at this time. He knew very well that hazel-eyed virgin would never allow his own friend to be hurt by others.
On the other hand, Alan continued to hold his bruised face because of Esther. Looks like the man will be charging more than Sam for what happened to him at the moment. He also did not expect that the person he had stolen his sacred property would go on a rampage even to punch his face until the red melted. Just because Esther's been innocent all along doesn't mean she'll stay quiet if hers is taken by someone else, right?
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“You're sure this is his home, aren't you?” A man landed his car in front of a shimmering building.
“Iya Abi.” The boy came down to open the unlocked gate, the car came in after.
Upon hearing the approval of his parents, Fatimah immediately forced to visit Fizhan's house immediately. The burning love makes his mind die and only focused on a desire that is not necessarily going to be achieved.
Tok to tok.
The knocking of the door was heard from the outside in the morning towards this afternoon.
Fatimah's family was already on the verge of waiting for the owner of the house to open his hands.
“Please say hello first.”
“Eh Yes Umi.”
“Assalamu’alaikum.” The Fatimah Sea sounds hoarse, the heart of the jedug pause wants to escape.
It didn't take long for the door to open and throw a man's face from there.
“Wa’alaikumussalam, uh-“
“Have I made a mistake?” Shoot it directly that makes Abi Fatimah hold back laughter. The middle-aged man looked at Fizhan's countenance, handsome and shady, that was all that sailed in his mind. Now he understood why his daughter loved the single so much.
“Can we go in first?”
“Eum ah yes forgive me for making guests wait at the door.”
The owner of the house still could not believe it even as if this was just a dream. Her flair made the upright black lines that were above the eyes intertwined, astonished and curious combined into one.
“What's up Sir?” Fizhan asked after they successfully landed their buttocks on a wooden sofa.
The atmosphere was suddenly cold and gripping, they were like being in a ghost cave. Actually it is not because of the house but rather the purpose and purpose of the Fatimah family that makes them silent for a moment.
“Ehm like this son Fizhan.” The middle-aged man started his chat. “I Abinya Fatimah and this Uminya, and honestly I did not know nak Fizhan but Fatimah already told us about you.” The conversation stopped for a moment.
All of them were drowning in the throbbing of their respective hearts. Fizhan felt that he had never done anything wrong to Fatimah. His mind guessed what reason made this family visit him.
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Craaang!
“Yes!” Irene gasped, there was no wind, no rain, let alone a sudden gulp, the glass she was holding fell and broke on the floor.
“What's the son?” The typical baritone sea of men sounded from the front. Antonius appeared and found his daughter's face stiffened in surprise.
“E-eum this Pa, just broken glass.”
“But you're okay?” Investigate Antonius who was immediately replied with a headband and forced smile from the child. “Ya has Papa stay first.” And then it went off somewhere.
After the death of Antonius, the virgin continued to pay attention to the glass that is now transformed into small debris. For some reason suddenly his mind sailed on the figure of Fizhan, the man's look ran and made his heart suddenly badmood instantly.
Irene aligned her body with the legs of the chair to grab the shards and throw them out. But unfortunately again his finger segment was even slashed so as to make fresh blood spurts from inside there.
“Awwww” Ringisnya shortly after feeling the pain in the right index.
The feeling of the girl is increasingly raging with the flow of red liquid that is increasingly flooding the closet zone. Unwilling to prolong, the girl directly inched into the room to retrieve the rescue white box.
Elsewhere the man who was bathed by Irene was breathing up and down waiting for the words of Abi Fatimah. Anxious getting stronger struggling inside, he was only afraid just in case he had made a mistake without realizing it.
“Meaning our arrival here want to apply nak Fizhan to our daughter Fatimah.”
Slaaash!
Turns out this is the goal.
Fizhan's heartbeat weakened instantly.
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