MY FORMER DARK LOVER
The Defense of Part 1

All the evidence is pocketed. His face was smiling widely along the way to the Bayu mas house. Finally the man who had been pretentious can be paralyzed as well.

His hands were carrying a bag of food. The sick jihan must not have eaten at all. Husband certainly will not care about his wife who has starved what not.

Tok ... tok, the door of the room in the room is narrow and a little shabby not worth using, I've cursed.

"Damn?" Call me to lower my voice, afraid that if it is too loud when he is soundly sleeping will make me surprised to wake up.

Tok .. tok, for the umpteenth time the door is back.

"Yes, one minute!" the symbol from within.

The sound of her footsteps began to approach my position standing near the door.

The door opened slowly.

"Eeh you, Satria. What's up?" jihan asked while fixing his messy hair.

"It's a little food for you to eat!" The crackle bag contains rice padang and some side dishes, now I lift to show it to Jihan.

"Oh, thanks." Weak answers.

"Together."

"Oh yeah, how are you doing now? Is it okay or is it still the pain of the wound?" Impairedness when there is worry.

"Alhamdulillah, it's been a bit quiet. Just a little bit jovial and just delinquent," he explained.

"Yes already. You eat now the rice, just rest to restore the condition of your body," tell the one who has given the bag of crackle.

"Emm, thanks."

"Then I'm going to go to the room first, there's a little bit of work from school that I have to do now," said he wanted to walk away.

"Hm. Thanks." Thanks."

"OK."

The task that wants to help meet the contents of the stomach of the jehan is complete, step directly to the room while reaching for the device that was neatly stored in the pants pocket.

The fingers have shifted the screen down continuously, to check some photos of the shots earlier. A smile full of satisfaction had been engraved in the lips. It was not in vain that plan either.

"Mamp*s you're Bayu. With this evidence, your life will end. May you do nothing of the same sort as Jihan, or else you will accept the consequences of all your vile and heartless treatment" muttered the heart that spoke to yourself, when I walk into the room.

Tiredness began to approach. The body immediately flushed in the mattress. Netra was still busy staring at the screen. A sense of wonder continues to dwell in the heart, when a person who has been considered a sister and role model has been heart to a woman, by injuring her abominably and physically.

Hands repeatedly close the mouth that continues to evaporate. Eyes feel increasingly heavy no longer want to immediately closed. Kawai just put it next to my head. The cozy cold, made me really want to explore dreamland.

So many seconds and minutes have passed, until finally the dream journey has been interrupted by the sound of someone who seems to be in a row. I can sound vaguely fighting.

"Hhhaaach, who the hell is fussing outside? Disturb them completely with their voices!" Regret while busy hands scramble hair when the eyes are wide awake.

For a long time I listened carefully.

Deg, the shock of the heart when aware of the source of whose voice it is.

I immediately grabbed him to go.

I pulled the door hard, without closing it again. Step a thousand makes the body a little bit shrewd want to fall down, but a balanced attitude does not make it easier for me to immediately fall.

As he began to approach Jihan's room, the voice of Bayu mas was heard continuously yelling and getting angry.

Breath gnawing had stopped the run earlier, right in the middle of the door of Jihan's room.

Shock, when he saw the hands of Mas Bayu began to air his own desire to be lovable towards Jihan, who was silent while a hiccup sitting in his own bed.

Not wanting to see the weak woman continue to be tortured, then the distance has widened to immediately stop the action of the Bayu who is increasingly insane.

"Stop!" pekikku has managed to hold firmly Mas Bayu's hand.

The face of Mas Bayu whose emotions turned glared at me. Not to be outdone also this begis face came out, while continuing to curse teeth.

Bhaaaghk, the blocked hand was immediately thrown away, so as to make the skinny body of Mas Bayu slammed and fell to the floor.

"Haiissst, shit!" the curse does not accept.

"What did you do to your wife, huh! Are your eyes blind if he is now sick again," The voice has shrill from emotion.

"Don't interfere with you!" balkan Mas Bayu began to sit upright.

A smile seems to mean dislike and trivialize, by turning a little up.

"Where am I not intervening, while you continue to torture your own wife" she said.

"Well, a lot of your cin cong. Know what, huh!" Mas Bayu started to approach me.

Bhuugh, without a lightning-fast warning he managed to raise his fist, right on the left cheek.

His punch managed to make the cheeks throb.

"Brengs*k. Men have no feelings," Do not accept his attitude, make the emotions sting more and more so.

"What do you want, huh!" the challenge is not to be afraid.

The move had already advanced hastily, while carrying a fist.

Bhugh, hands went straight on the air to nibble at his cheeky face.

"Ah, fuck!" upset ass.

That face was already weakly glaring towards the left.

Bhugh, without mercy again the fist landed right on the face earlier.

His hard face made his hands throb a little, but I did not care about it, because the most important thing is now to be satisfied to teach a man who still has a relative relationship.

"Stop .. stop, Satria!" prevent Jihan already stretched out her hands, to protect the body of the Bayu mas.

Mas Bayu's weak attitude continued to hold on to his cheeks. Roughly his palm swept over a stream of blood, which had appeared to be slightly flushed out from the corner of his lips.