MY BOYFRIEND LECTURER
SN 42
“Tell me, don't you want mine?” arkhan's hand squeezed Zalfa's fingers and guided the girl's hand toward a possession that was very haram to touch for Zalfa.
Crazyaa! Crazy question! It's too late!
“Do not!” Zalfa rebelled, trying to pull and release his hand from Arkhan's grasp. But what can he do? Of course he lost strongly. “I beg you, don't!” Zalfa cried.
“I'm not bothering you, Zalfa. Enough of you to bother me. Why be scared?” Arkhan smiled cunningly feeling the hand of Zalfa in his grasp tremble.
“I beg you, don't!” reset Zalfa.
“Hmm... Don't you remember that night? You like her, don't you? How about we repeat that history?” Fortunately Arkhan stopped his hand until Zalfa could not touch anything.
“I'm not a lowly girl, Arkhan. Don't do!”
“Marry me!”
Zalfa was aghast at the words he had just heard.
“E.. No!” zalfa's voice shook with fear.
Arkhan brought his face closer to Zalfa's face with a violent expression, he pressed his body against the girl's body until Zalfa whimpered in the back pain that pressed against the wall.
With lips pressed against Zalfa's cheeks, Arkhan said, “Do you really not want to marry me?”
Zalfa shook his head, tears constantly falling on his cheeks. The look in his eyes showed an overwhelming fear. How could he possibly agree to marry a strange man like Arkhan?
Arkhan's left hand tightly gripped Zalfa's left arm, while Arkhan's right elbow pressed Zalfa's right arm. Then the man's palm stroked Zalfa's smooth face.
“Are you not afraid of growing a fetus in your stomach?” Arkhan wiped Zalfa's tears. Took that pretty face.
Zalfa was stunned to hear the question. Yes, of course he was afraid that there would be another life growing in his womb. But does he have to marry that scary guy? Then what reason did Arkhan suddenly invite him to marry?
“Don't till I change my mind! I will not ask until three times,” said Arkhan.
“For God's sake, I will still survive on my own, rather than having to marry a man of different faiths.”
“I will read two sentences of the creed to marry you.”
Zalfa's eyes widened slightly, surprised.
“Don't be surprised! I will be a Muslim to marry you.”
Zalfa remained silent. Looking at Arkhan whose face was very close to his.
“Only once again do I say this, marry me! You want?”
Zalfa's brain was really murky and it was hard to think. What answer should he tell Arkhan? Yes or no? Why did Arkhan's question seem more like a threat? Even the face of the man was also like a great threat, extremely frightening.
The head of Zalfa nodded.
“Smart girl.” Arkhan stretched his grip. Untie his grip. Stepping back away from Zalfa.
Zalfa let out a sigh of relief. Finally he was free from the man's grip.
“Arkhan, I'm going out. Open door! I think the door is broken.”
Arkhan glanced at Zalfa without giving an answer.
“If the window in this room did not use iron bars, I would have jumped out of the window.”
Arkhan looked at Zalfa's face. In his heart he admitted, what a perfect girl, beautiful, also has a very beautiful body. It's just that, the beautiful body that he had witnessed was tightly covered by loose-fitting robe clothing, even stretched out a long headscarf to the stomach.
TB