Karma's Snare Goib Ku's Husband
Chapter 109: The Three Principles

"Bella, how are you feeling now?" azzam asked as he turned to face his wife, making the girl look at him with eyes of happiness or rather grateful.

"God willing, this is the best." Bella replied with her best smile which was immediately greeted by the swab of the husband's head.

After the first night's exam. Azzam asks Bella to stay in the room. Not because I wanted to lock him up. Unless he wanted to, his wife was protected from danger. The new house turned into the only safest place for Bella.

A small discussion happened. Some time ago, before Azzam left home to do his important work.

"De, come. I want to talk to you seriously." Pinta Azzam patted the edge of the bed next to his seat, making the girl obediently approach even though the eyes kept looking down.

"Yes, Mas. Go ahead." said Bella Iirih almost inaudible.

When husband and wife do the talking. Then, it would be better to look at each other in deep view links. Do you know, if talking staring at the interlocutor is considered appreciative. Some are considered to be rude. So adjust it. Remember, talking to an older one should be respectful.

Not a respectful hand like a schoolgirl during a ceremony, huh. Rather respectful in the sense of keeping a verbal and outlook. Of course there are exceptions, those who are shackled by fear. Man was created to teach one another many things. Including mutual respect.

Azzam clasped Bella's chin, aligning his eyes. Then, "De, take this as your request or obligation. Mas forbid you for the next week to get out of this room and use your time to keep improving."

"Sorry, Mas. Bella really doesn't understand." Bella's chirps open her innocent eyes.

The smile adorned the man's lips. Without a word, he pulled her hand, removing Bella's chin. Then start to turn your hands around doing something that should. He opened the button on the shirt he was wearing.

The absurd actions of her husband, make Bella misbehave. Honestly, he was still shy and embarrassed to see the innocent body of Azzam slowly plastered clearly in front of his eyes. All tastes were only present for an instant, until the man in front of him turned his body. Then it shows a long streak of blackened red.

The wound. Isn't the result of the lash, but it still looks so new. A perfectly rounded look, his hands trembled trying to touch his back with a whip that definitely felt like it was no longer sore.

"Mas, this ...," Bella choked unable to continue her sentence, her heart rippled with a fast racing heartbeat.

"Right now, you're still storing the rest of the aura from the pomegranate red gem." Azzam turned back and reached for the cocoa he had abandoned, "Bella, the husband and wife relationship must be based on three principles."

"Mas, I don't know what the future will be like. As long as I'm your wife. Teach me the meaning of relationships. Whatever your decision is, it's my responsibility as a wife to make it happen." Bella was determined without a doubt, but Azzam shook his head.

A wife must carry out her duties without being asked. But that doesn't mean you don't have the freedom to speak. In ancient times, girls were considered a disgrace. But now, girls are proud.

"De, I am your priest whom you are obliged to obey, but you have a life which no one can govern. Not me or you because there's only US." Reply Azzam unexpectedly, the man immediately won the heart of the wife who smiled sweetly.

After reaching the top of the conversation. Azzam left Bella alone, the man even rode his favorite motorcycle on the main highway. But it is clearly like being hunted by time. While in the middle of a dark forest, an old woman walked down a wet dirt road.

A tray hung above his head. A gust of wind that hit, incandescent delivered a chilling song of song. The longer, the more it became clear, until the woman's footsteps stopped in front of a banyan tree with long tendrils dangling.

"Greetings, my Prince. I brought offerings to begin the covenant ritual." The woman said, then lowered the tray carefully. Then put the offerings under the stone statue of the prince.

Cycle of a devil's covenant. One follower was saved, but a new follower came along. All like a wheel of time, it will keep repeating itself back to the starting position. As long as there is a human heart that feels lack, envy and revenge. Then the supernatural beings offer a way out.

Instead of getting what you want. It is only getting a moment of happiness, then changing the misfortune of a lifetime for the perpetrators. Of the supernatural and of the human realm. The stage of life, the perverted souls will always be the same. Not with Azzam.

The man had just arrived at a village. Pebbled streets and stairs ahead. It reminds me of Lucifer. A longing in the heart, but a wound in the soul. Again, his feet rested on the forbidden ground. There were a lot of people living. Unfortunately, over the years, they choose to move to the city.

"Assalamu'alaikum, excuse me. I came just to return the book to its owner." The man muttered and unceasingly chanted dhikr.

Definite footsteps down each step of the stairs. The hut that was alive. Now it has collapsed even into a haystack, while the garden will be addressed. The change is so significant. Some trees look so lush that lush foliage seems to form a protective roof.

"O Allah, the aura is so strong." Azzam closed his eyes, then opened his inner eyes. Up ahead, so many creatures were sitting together, clenching both hands. I don't know who they're waiting for.