REPLYING TO MY HUSBAND'S MISTRESS
CHAPTERS 151.

Dark, stuffy, dirty.

 Rahman squinted his eyes as a yellowish light above his head burst through his eyelids. He was holding onto the head that was in pain for some reason, it felt like there was liquid there.

 With a frowning forehead Rahman thrust his hand forward to see what liquid was on his head.

"Oh Allah, and .. blood?" he murmured slowly, but because the empty space was quiet then his voice seemed to bounce and sounded louder than it should.

 Rahman again felt the pained part of his temple, he grimaced when he found a big wound there. It feels so painful.

"Where is this?" murmured Rahman while scanning the surroundings, the place where he was at the moment seemed to be nothing more than a place of abandoned goods.

 Thick dust enveloped almost all parts of the goods contained in it, including the floor on which Rahman sat. Even Rahman's clothes became very dirty because they stuck there.

 There was no sound, deep silence in that place. Rahman tried to get up to find a way out. Although his entire body was painful and crumpled but at his insistence to stand and surround the place while feeling the place that if it could be a way out.

"What's so evil, what's the interest of them kidnapping me? I even forgot who they were. Ah what is this? Si Al seems like there is no way out of here, all the windows and vents on the trellis," Rahman lamented as he dropped his weight on the floor back.

 Surrounded there while circling the view around the narrow and crowded room. Nothing is clearly visible only faint with the reflection of the yellowing light.

"Mother, please Rahman, ma'am.". Rahman cried, fear began to reign in his mind. He lowered his head to his two knees.

 Shed her cries there, until her shoulders were shaken violently by her cries. All the pain he was feeling, and now there must come again the ordeal that had no idea what its purpose and purpose was.

 Not how many heard the sound of the door creaking that seemed to have been very very long not oiled.

Krrriiiieeeeetttt

 A heartbreaking sound that Rahman gasped and stopped from crying.

 Flashlights hit his eyes so Rahman had to duck to avoid them.

"Well, you're awake, apparently, champ?"

 Rahman rounded his eyes in a still down position, the voice was very familiar in his ears, making Rahman goosebumps imagine what conspiracy is going on in front of him.

Bugh

Bugh

Bugh

 Three punches successfully drifted into Rahman's jaw, head and chin. Rahman groaned in pain because he was not ready for the surprise attack, his weak body fell on the dusty dirty floor, until the roar of his breath that stung dust fluttering his chest.

"A-what do you ... want ... da-of me?" rahman's great-grandson stammered, his breath almost breaking due to the force of the punch he received earlier, in the feeling of the corner of his lips bleeding and a salty and rancid taste immediately dominated his mouth.

 The man who was the one who kidnapped Rahman walked casually towards a dusty wooden shelf not far from Rahman's position, his face was invisible because the bright lights were behind him.

 Only one could be scanned by Rahman, a heart-shaped tattoo on the back of the man's neck. The tattoo is quite familiar until Rahman jerked at him.

"You know me already, hm? I hope you know what that means" the man muttered in a flat and cold tone.

 Rahman did not answer, other than because his breath was getting crowded there was no point also answering the man's question. The man who had incised the wound so deep in his heart, that just by hearing his name Rahman could hurt anyone who was nearby. Hates her.

 The cry of a woman outside the room rang out loud, the man flinching to throw something towards Rahman and turned around.

"We'll meet again later, to finish the unresolved." The man grimaced before finally really stepping out of the room after previously closing the door tightly.

 Rahman shook his head, trying to get up to see what the man had thrown at him.

 Tuk

 Accidentally his foot touched something that seemed to be the item that the man threw, Rahman took it slowly and scanned it. A moment later his eyes began to heat up, the grudge that had been buried deep was finally flared back, again, in his hand held an object that is a jewelry box in which there is a heart-shaped pendant with a photo to his two parents in it tightly, it is, although his face was bruised but the flash of anger in his eyes seemed so real.

" I won't shut up again, I'll make sure you get a reply on all this." Rahman muttered softly and buried his face between his knees.

 No matter how long Rahman slept in a sleep he didn't notice, the door opened again and the look again pierced his vision. Rahman felt his eyes blur until he chose to close his eyes again.

Clique

Highlight the flashlight finally died, leaving a dimly stuffy room like before.

 Slowly, Rahman raised his head. Scanning the face of the person now standing in front of him.

"Wake up, no need to thank me right now."

 The man reached out, his face still invisible because of his position that turned back the yellow light until Rahman could only see his back.

The man's hand was stretched out, about to help Rahman stand up.

"Let's go home, your family must be worried about you. And don't forget there's a woman waiting for you right now" the man murmured again.

 Rahman looked up, and received the man's helping hand. After successfully standing though with teased Rahman on papah to get out of the room.

"Why am I here?" ask Rahman.

 Silent for a moment, the man did not seem to answer .

"If we get out of here, please don't scream or be surprised about anything you see. Trust me I did everything to save you."

 Only that, said a word from the man's mouth and after he opened the door that locked Rahman was wider for their exit.

Slowly they began to come out, the man patiently waited for Rahman's stride which was limped because there seemed to be an injury on his leg that made him pain every time he stepped on his leg.

"Just close your eyes if you can't see this."

 The man said again as they were about to pass through a connecting door and were still on the wall. But not according to Rahman was curious and chose to keep his eyes open.

 Amazingly surprised he when passing through the room that turned out to be the family room, he said, da rah splashed where the condition of the room was destroyed and badly damaged in addition to the head with hair that decomposed behind a sofa, which is also very small, the head seemed to be motionless as to what had happened to him. They walked through the place with their hearts, stepping on the puddle of da rah that looked fresh.

"Don't ask first, we have to get out of here right away" the man insisted just before Rahman opened his mouth to ask.

 His face was frightened when passing through the other room and found a condition that was not much different from the family room earlier. It was like a massive massacre had just occurred in that house. But the house feels foreign to Rahman, he doesn't know her. Makes him confused what is the purpose of the owner of the house holding him?

 Until they finally managed to get out and a few people dressed in black were already waiting for them at the door. Escorted them to a car and drove quickly away from the house. A beautiful house that really left a trauma for Rahman.