MY BOYFRIEND LECTURER
SN 6
Arkhan gave Ismail the full opportunity to vent his anger. However Arkhan finally returned a blow as his body had been knocked down and hit the floor. Arkhan got up staring at his opponent bouncing a moment after he gave a kick.
Arkhan gives back the blow. Only twice hit the neck and chest, but Ishmael was helpless. Arkhan's lacing is truly capable.
Arkhan put his knees to the floor, one hand clutching Ismail's neck collar, the other hand fluttering a fist and deliberately stopping his fist in the air. He did not care about the screams of Atifa who had asked him to stop the beating.
“You were wrong to hit me,” sighed Arkhan.
“What did you do with my sister?”
“Ooh.. So that girl is your sister? Just ask him! Why did he enter my room and choose to sleep with me. It's not my fault, is it?” Arkhan took off his grip and got up to his feet. His hand grabbed the shirt and sauntered away while wearing the shirt. Reza.
***
In the spacious room, Zalfa was eye-to-eye with Ishmael. An hour ago they just arrived in Bandung and now fill the villa that has been provided by Faisal.
After being investigated, it turned out that for the second time Atifa brought Zalfa to the wrong hotel room. According to Atifa's confession, he had seen the room number correctly, but somehow the number could change. Zalfa was able to sleep with the stranger.
Zalfa really did not understand what had happened. Many conjectures in his mind, but all the allegations could not answer his question. Could it be that someone trapped him, pointed him to the stranger's room until Zalfa could end up trapped there. But who could do it?
If only that night Atifa did not come out of his room, of course the bad incident would not happen. Unfortunately, after Atifa came out of Zalfa's room for dinner, she met Ishmael. Then Ismail invited Atifa to accompany him briefly for husband and wife activities. After that, Atifa became lazy to return to Zalfa's room. He fell asleep until morning in Ishmael's room.
“You're getting married soon, Zalfa. The application process will take place. We can be here just to take care of your wedding,” continued Ismail. “Then what will your future husband say?”
Atifa emerged from the room carrying a bottled drink. He handed the drink to Zalfa. Hoping the drinks contained isotonic it was able to give peace to his sister-in-law.
Zalfa refused the drink, her bead staring at Atifa. “Mbak Atifa who knows why I can be in the man's room. Ma'am who booked a room for me, Mbak also left me.”
“Zalfa... You suspect me?” Atifa's face suddenly paled, devastated by the accusation.
Zalfa was silent.
“I told you that I also don't know why the room number could change. When I took Zalfa to his room, the number was right. But the morning has changed,” explained Atifa repeated the explanation that he had explained earlier.
“Yes, don't blame each other. Zalfa, this is a disaster. You have to be honest with Faisal about what happened. Do not let Faisal regret when he married you later.”
“I must be frank, Mas.” Zalfa stood up. Step towards the exit.
TB