MY BOYFRIEND LECTURER
SN 24'S
Ismail got out of his car and banged on the glass of Arkhan's car which was already half open because the man was smoking.
Surprised, Arkhan lowered his car glass while staring at Ismail flatly. He seemed to remain calm even though the look on Ismail's face was now flushed with anger, the man's breathing was also heard loudly.
“Let's down!” Ismail pointed to the road in front of him, as an order to get Arkhan out of the car.
“What business did you ask me to come down?” arkhan asked flatly, still sitting sweetly without the slightest interest in getting off the car.
“I want to talk to you.”
Arkhan's gaze was fixed on the moving seconds at the red light.
“My time is not much. Running seconds does not take long.” Arkhan finally came down. Calmly, he leaned his back on the side of his car.
Reza came down and stood by Arkhan's side. “Do you have anything to help me here, Bang?”
Arkhan raised his hand towards Roki hinting that he could solve his own problem.
“You know what your mistake was, don't you?” hardik Ismail with emotional expression.
“We have no problem.”
“No problem you said? You have desecrated my sister. You should be responsible for that.” Ismail's jawline hardened and came to the surface.
“Did you forget? Your sister came to my room, so it wasn't my fault.”
“At least that humiliating incident wouldn't have happened if you hadn't come to her to touch her. You can throw him out, right? Then why are you even taking advantage of that situation?”
“I'm still normal.”
Arkhan even knew Ismail's hand movements first and was able to fend them off.
Ishmael struck again, but a small embrace on his shoulder stopped his movement.
“Udah, Mas Ismail! Enough's enough! Don't go onin!” Zalfa held Ishmael's arm.
“Jaga what you said! My sister has self-esteem and you're trying to knock her down. You think you're right about this? You must take responsibility! Must!” Ismail's breathing sounded very loud due to his rising emotions. The honor Zalfa had been guarding all this time, was just vandalized by an unknown man. Very disappointing. Ishmael was the second person to feel devastated after Zalfa.
“Zalfa, your brother is holding me accountable for you. She wants me to marry you.” Arkhan looked at Zalfa with a fixed glance.
Zalfa immediately turned her gaze when she met Arkhan's eyes. The man's gaze reminded him of the incident that night.
“Yes, you must marry my sister,” firmly Ismail is still breath hunting and sharp eyes.
“You're muslims aren't you? Can Zalfa marry a non-Muslim?” Arkhan is very calm.
The deg! Zalfa's heart was beating very strongly. Arkhan is non-Muslim? Then why did Zalfa feel uneasy when he heard that statement.
“Why should I refuse to marry Zalfa? With no second thought, I will be willing to marry her,” Arkhan said as she looked at Ismail with a sly smile. “Ask Zalfa, does she want to marry me this non-Muslim?” Arkhan glanced at Zalfa with the same glances as when his pushy eyes stared at Zalfa below him that night. Then he got into the car. “If there is still something to talk about, just go to my home address. Zalfa holds my card.”
The sound of a car horn that was sobering that Ismail must quickly get rid of his car from the middle of the road that blocks the travel of other cars. Soon Ismail and Zalfa entered the car.
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