My Lecturer My Beloved
Not at all remembering

Lisa's eyelids appear to move, a sign that she will soon open her eyes. True, the eyelids were finally open. Lisa blinked her eyes, adjusting the light of the lamp that had just been caught by the pupil.

"Where am I?" Lisa circulated her gaze, scanning all the corners of the room, which looked like no one was there. A very sharp masculine scent, immediately caught by his sense of smell, so he was sure that the room, where he was now was the room of a man. And how shocked he was to see that there was a large picture frame inside which was a photo of Iqbal, the man who had bought it from his own mother.

Lisa uncovers the blanket covering her body, and it appears that she has now changed clothes, while the party dress she is wearing is lying on the sofa.

"Let'soooooo!" Lisa was hysterically screaming.

Brakk ... door opens hard.

"What's up Lisa?" there was a panic sound coming from the bathroom.

"Let'soooooo!" Lisa shouted again while closing her eyes with both hands, as soon as she saw there was a 'pig' hanging between the two muscular thighs belonging to Iqbal.

"Let'soooooo!" replace the screaming Iqbal and go back to the bathroom.

"Good God, he saw it! stupid really me," Iqbal cursed his stupidity while scratching his head that did not itch and rubbed his face violently.

"Eh, wait a minute! that means he's conscious, thank goodness!" inner Iqbal with a smile on his lips.

While Lisa is outside the bathroom, trying to neutralize her breath and heartbeat, as a result of the incident that just happened.

"What was that? haven't woken up yet it looks great, what else is awake." Lisa shuddered in horror.

"Wait first! has he been messing with me? it can't be this." Lisa's face turned pale and panicked.

Lisa stood up and saw that there was blood on the bed, and under her stomach was painful.

"Let'soooooo!" Lisa screamed again, even more hysterical than her initial scream.

Iqbal came back out of the bathroom. But this time he's been using a white bathrobe. Not yet had he asked 'what's up, Lisa had already rushed towards him and beat Iqbal's body violently.

"Bad you! You took a chance in a narrowness!"

"What's this about? what chance do you mean? what's the narrowness?" Iqbal's forehead wrinkled while trying to avoid Lisa's punch, which was actually not too pronounced on her hard body.

"What are you doing to me? you raped me, right? you made me faint, right? you're a criminal to*lamin!" lisa said in a row, without giving Iqbal a chance to defend.

"Huh? raping off?I raped you? do not just accuse me! I'm not as bad as you think" Iqbal's voice was heard protesting against Lisa's allegations.

"Lied!"

"I'm serious! I didn't touch you at all.__Just kiss a little," which he certainly only dared to say in his heart. " And it wasn't me who knocked you out, it was me who helped you" he added.

"You must be lying! you're a fucking guy! don't think I don't know who you are. You are a man who likes to change partners and likes to play with women's feelings. If you don't rape me, what is this?!" Lisa flicked away the blanket that covered the bloodstains on the bed.

Iqbal gasped in shock at what Lisa had shown. "Couldn't you? I don't think about him, do I?" inner Iqbal.

"I swear I didn't touch you at all. And one more thing, don't accuse me of anything. I saved you from someone who meant evil to you." - Iqbal denied with a very serious look.

Lisa shook her head, and stared deeply at Iqbal's bead of eyes, looking for a lie inside. Unfortunately, he did not find the lie.

"So, i-this is what? and why have my clothes changed?"

Both Lisa's netra grew up perfectly, so remember that it was time for her to come to the moon.

"I'm sorry I accused you! but it wasn't my fault. I deserve to think like that, because anyone knows that you like to spend time with women every day." Sindir Lisa with a cynical tone.

Iqbal clenched his hands hard, and tried to hold back the anger. He wanted to scream that it wasn't true and that he had been seen with the girls all along, just to avoid gossiping that he wasn't gay. Iqbal did book the room, but inside the room, he had already prepared his men to enjoy the body of the woman he was carrying, whereas he had directly moved to another room, a room devoted to himself.

"It's up to you to tell me what about me, now you're obviously mine and you can't run away anymore!" Iqbal.

"I don't want to! I do not want you to make your mistress, whom you have made a slave only to your lust!" reject Lisa out loud and a very sharp look.

"Who said that you would make me a mistress? you'll make me a wife."

"I still don't want to!"

"Nobody asks for your willingness, for you have no more right to refuse,"

"Who said I don't have one? I have rights!

" Since your mother sold you to me, you've been entirely mine. Just so you know, I saved you by buying you from that old, selfless woman." Iqbal's jaw seemed to harden, and his face flushed red, considering the woman who was supposed to be protecting his daughter,he wanted to sell his daughter to pay off his debts.

"Hey, that old lady you said is my mama! lisa did not thank her mother said not to know herself.

"He doesn't deserve to call you mamah!"pekik Iqbal.

"You have no right to say that. He is my mom!"

"Women who have the heart to sell their own daughters do not deserve your mama."

"So what's different about you, huh?! why would you buy me just to be your mistress? Why___"

"Shut up!" Iqbal snapped, leaving Lisa speechless and inching backwards in fear seeing Iqbal's dark eyes covered with a fog of already hardened jaw rage.

"Don't I tell you that I don't want to make you a mistress? and didn't I just say that I saved you?!" Iqbal stared intently and coldly at Lisa who was now trying to swallow her saliva

am itself.

Seeing the fear printed clearly on Lisa's face, Iqbal did not have the heart. He took a deep breath and exhaled it back into the air. He did it many times to control the emotions that had reached his crown.

"And do you really not remember who I am, Lisa?" he added again, and this time it sounded soft and even impressed frustrated.

"Of course, I remember. You are Iqbal, a businessman who has a lot of scandals and ..."

"Stop! that's not what I meant. Do you not remember my face at all, and remember what happened first?"

"Have we met before?" Lisa knitted her eyebrows together and stared fixedly at the face of the man in front of her, whom she knew only by seeing his face on television or on social media. He felt that today was their first meeting in person.

Tbc

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