My Bride, Amazing
Chapters 16. Small Warning
After being rejected and humiliated, Jihan loses the mood to get into the bar. He decided to come out feeling very upset.
“Aarrghhh! Why do I always lose to that damn woman!” gerutu Jihan kicked the used bottle that happened to be near her feet as an vent of anger.
Suddenly, there was a horde of bully-bodied men with the appearance of a blur like a thug. They surrounded Jihan while laughing out loud.
“Ahahaha! Where to go beautiful?” said one of those thugs poking Jihan's chin.
Jihan was starting to get scared. His super tight and open clothes invite the attention of the basket eyes. A tanktop with a mini skirt that is only a short stretch of the waist.
“A ... what do you want?” exclaim Jihan with trembling lips.
“Come on, it's time we had fun. Don't be shy, hahaha!” timpal the other thugs while stroking Jihan's cheek.
Jihan rejected the hands of the ignorant who tried to touch her. Her body shook with fear, “No! Don't come any closer! Don't touch me!” yelled Jihan hugging tightly on her bag.
The night is getting late, the atmosphere of the streets is so quiet. Even though inside the bar is getting crowded. The music of the DJ was deafening, the room was also covered in sound absorbers. No one will hear the sound from outside.
The driver who saw him rushed down and wanted to help him, but there were some people who were holding him back. So that you can't do anything.
The thugs were as if they did not hear his screams, not caring about the fear of the girl in front of him.
They took turns poking at Jihan's chin, touching the skin of her hands and thighs. Jihan retreated her steps. Her tears began to flow without being asked.
“Please, don't!” With tears Jihan pleaded.
The thug laughed again, his laughter sounded filled with lustful passion. They stepped up, approached and kept approaching. Continuing to walk back involuntarily, Jihan hit the chest of one of the thugs surrounding her.
The burly and arrogant man caught his body, Jihan struggling to escape. But he lost power.
“Ahahaha! Don't be shy. Come on, we're having fun,” the thrill of starting down the white and smooth skin of Jihan.
Jihan shook her head, her cries getting broken. “Please, forgive me. Apart from me,” lamented he did not dare to look at the thugs. Close both eyes tightly. The trembling in his body was getting louder.
Laughter was still echoing outside the bar. Suddenly, one of the thugs touched the mini skirt she was wearing. Jihan widened her eyes.
He was hysterically frightened. Both of his legs continued to move not because they maintained his short skirt that had been forcibly removed by the thug.
“Tidaaak! Don't! I beg! Tolooong let go of meu!” jihan screams crying bitterly.
They seemed deaf, one of whom had directed their phone to photograph it, it made Jihan afraid so begging for forgiveness.
A heart-wrenching sobbing rang out, his hoarse voice was almost exhausted as it continued to shout from earlier. However what power, his body was still tightly gripped so that it could do nothing.
Fear spread to the crown. Usually she was the daughter of a rich family, usually she was the most degrading and hated people of such lower class, but right now it was so feared by those people in so many ways, he tried to struggle and his tears flowed.
He kept praying in his heart and yelling “jangan”.
“Let go of him.” A barinton voice stopped him. A cold voice with a commanding tone. The thug then threw Jihan's body to the ground without any mercy.
Jihan looked towards the voice, Simon walked leisurely, out of the darkness. With a cigarette that is still lit flanked by both index and middle fingers.
Simon came to the front of Jihan while smoking her cigarette strongly, then exhaled it right on Jihan's face, he looked at Jihan sitting on the ground, then said, “Nona Jihan, this is just a small warning to you, you know, do not offend people you should not offend, rather than disgust,” he said with emphasis.
After that, Simon threw his cigarette butts to the ground, then stepped on him to damage it firmly until the cigarette died, “Let's go!” tell all the goons there. Everyone goes by.
With trembling hands, Jihan rewoven her skirt until it was right. Sobs accompanied by tears welling up in both eyes.
His arms hugged his own body. It's been so messed up and messy. This was the first time, Jihan was on the verge of collapse.
In his mind he was still wondering. How could he offend that young master of Kawindra.
“Why did he do this to me? What's my fault?” he said back to sobbing. He was still in shock about what happened a few minutes ago.
A luxurious car that passed through the streets, caught Jihan's attention. The woman raised her head, her eyes caught a man behind the window of a slowly opened car, she saw a very handsome face, that person was ... Leon.
But even a little bit of the handsome man did not look at him. Even just glancing around is not. Jihan looked at him with a pus, until the car disappeared from her sight. Darting at average speed.
“Nona, miss is okay?” the driver said the panic helped wake Jihan up.
Usually Jihan is very reluctant to come into contact with the workers in her home. Never touch, just talk as necessary. But this time, he resigned. His bones seemed detached, weak helpless.
“I'm sorry, Miss. Can't help Miss. Earlier, a lot of people were holding me back, so I couldn't move.”
The driver was terrified as he pushed Jihan into the car. There was no heart to see her young lady being treated like that before her eyes. Although all this time the woman was arrogant and arbitrary. But his little heart was still not.
The woman fell silent, not replying to any of the words of her driver. His eyes were blank straight ahead. Afterwards the driver sat behind the wheel and stepped on the accelerator to go home.
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Along the way, Khansa and Leon dissolve with their own thoughts.
After reaching Villa Orchid, Khansa rushed into the room. As for Leon's move, it leads to the workspace. Just holding the door handle, Leon stopped his steps.
“Khansa, don't sleep just yet. Wait for me, it won't be long,” said Leon blinked his eyes flirtatiously and waltzed away to his room.
Khansa took a sip of her saliva, suddenly her body bristled at the frenzy of her husband. His head shook and quickly entered the room.
Khansa sat on the edge of the bed, and pulled out her phone to send Emily a voice message via WhatsApp.
“Thank you this time.”
Maharani is a senior artist in the entertainment world, she has a lot of connections, and the PR team she has is also very good.
Usually, if there are rumors or scandals, the PR team will persuade the public first before the topics appear, but the problem of him and Mr. Arman can get to the trending topic as fast as lightning is all thanks to one person. That man was Khansa's best friend, Emily Kurniawan.
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Hayoo... Jan forgot to stay in his tracks, my dear ones... Jan forgot his favorite too, because his ups are not necessarily. But once up lgshg boom 😄
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