MY BOYFRIEND LECTURER
SN 36'S
A second earlier, Arkhan slipped his body into a narrow gap between the two walls and immediately pulled Zalfa's body, taking the girl to hide in a gap of no more than half a meter. Very cramped. Zalfa's breath feels stuffy. His chin was scratched due to friction with the wall when entering the narrow gap. His body was completely coincident with Arkhan's body behind him. Zalfa stared at the wall that was only two cent away from her face.
Zalfa rebelled when he realized that his body was in the firm circle of the man. But in vain because Arkhan does not want to release his arms. The man held Zalfa's body firmly.
Until the two gunmen finally left, Zalfa finally broke free from Arkhan's arms and rushed out of hiding. Highlight his eyes sharply looked at Arkhan who was now standing before him.
“How dare you!” Zalfa slapped Arkhan's cheek. He remembered how Arkhan's burly arm hit his chest. But due to the hiding place being so narrow, Zalfa could do nothing.
Arkhan did not budge over the cross-section that Zalfa had gifted him.
“Do not think I'm a lowly woman you can pick as you like,” snapped Zalfa.
“I was not on purpose.” Arkhan then stepped towards the door and peered out, ascertaining whether it was safe or not. He did not know where the two men were. But for sure, it seems like they are still around there because he heard the sound of conversation that is less jumbled it is clear in the distance there, no matter which room. The tall building made an echoing sound.
Zalfa also found Arkhan's elbow torn as a result of being scratched while rubbing against the wall. But Arkhan looks ordinary, the man does not moan, complain, or at least look weak due to the injuries he suffered. Look, Arkhan looks strong even though his face is flooded with sweat.
“Come, come with me!” Arkhan took Zalfa down the hallway.
The one that was held only according to it, his mind was in a state of turmoil. At this time, Zalfa only hoped things would be safe.
With tiptoed steps yet half-running, Arkhan continued to hold Zalfa. They're out of that building. In a place brightly lit by the sunlight, Zalfa could now clearly see the wound on Arkhan's back. His position running behind Arkhan, made his eyes continue to observe the wound while his steps followed where Arkhan was stepping. Not wrong, the wound on Arkhan's back was a gunshot wound. Even his blood was still fresh flowing. They crossed the lonely road, until finally they arrived at a simple house.
Arkhan took the key out of his pants pocket. His hands trembled slightly as he inserted the end of the key into the door hole. Zalfa looked at Arkhan's face which was beginning to pale. The man must be feeling pain that is not what it feels like, but he is trying to hold back as much as he can. Zalfa could clearly see that Arkhan was already not strong with the pain in his body as Arkhan closed his eyes for a moment, then pushed open the door and entered the house. Immediately the man kicked the door with one leg while Zalfa had already entered.
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