King Mafia And His Angel
Will start the battle
And after their wedding was over, Zehra finally drowned on the edge of the bed, After having a series of feasts that she did not understand what, she finally returned to the room before the magrib, performing magrib prayers at the susul salat isya. She was eager to take off her dress, but she was confused how to open her back zipper, until finally inevitably since earlier with full of hassles she used this dress with all her activities.
For a moment zehra took a deep breath, she squeezed her fingers with uneasy feelings, she thought her status this time had really changed. yesterday was still an ordinary teenage girl with a normal life, she was a normal girl, today it turns into a forced adult, into an adult woman who is already the wife of the person.
Wife of a man she does not know, because it is sold by the stepmom.
Can she cry? isn't life hard long ago? can she still cry now?
Since her mother died, her father decided to marry again. As people say, her name stepmom is rarely good. Her stepmother was a woman who did not like being on the bench, so zehra always tried to be a submissive child long ago.
Although her mama was often angry in unclear circumstances, zehra patiently obeyed and accepted the stepmom's treatment.
Especially since the papa died, he must really be a Patih boy to complete his High School education and college.as long as he can school like everyone else, sleep in a decent room, and get a good education, eating well enough, Zehra thought it was very grateful.
Who loved her so much was the stepbrother, although sometimes making zehra upset, her stepbrother always treated her as the best sister. In the past when his little brother often sneaked to the back, meet zehra on the back porch when in the law of the mother to tuck a packet of bread or other food for zehra to eat.
But unfortunately after adulthood, the brother rarely went home because of all his activities.
"Sorry miss"
Instantly the voice of a person shocked himself from a long daydream.
A man in his 50s spoke while bowing his head to Zehra, smiling as he ordered some servants to put various kinds of food on the table at the end of the room.
"It's your dinner"
zehra just nodded slowly.
"Thank you sir"
zehra said softly while bowing her head.
"Miss doesn't deserve to bow her head to me, it's best if the maids always raise Miss's head"
"But..."
the middle-aged man developed his smile.
"This is an absolute order from lord arash"
"Don't forget the contents of the stomach of the lady with the right size of meal, sir arash men are so strong, afraid that the lady runs out of energy in the middle of the road"
the man spoke while lowering his head, then immediately darted away leaving the zehra with a million question marks.
How did that mean?
zehra frowned.
I ran out of energy in the middle of the road? are we going somewhere?.
A moment of silence returned, zehra glanced at his watch, not past midnight.
Suddenly the door of the room opened, the man who is now legally her husband is now walking slowly closer to her.
"Eat"
Said the man quickly in his direction.
Arash sat down to the chair in front of the table where all the food had been arranged with various dishes There, his eyeballs peeked at the zehra for a moment.
"Come here"
Zehra tried to walk closer to Arash with a feeling of hesitation, then tried to sit before Arash without daring to let out her voice.
"Eat well, after this we will fight long enough"
"What?"
Zehra clearly raised her eyebrows.
"fighter?"
ask her quickly
"Is there a war, sir?"
Zehra asked with a confused feeling.