Tarnished Before Accident
MARRIED MR. ARTHUR

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Salwa was the eldest of four children. He grew up in difficult economic conditions, decided to migrate to TKW after finishing High School. He needed medical expenses for his father who was very ill. There was no other choice for Salwa so he was forced to humble himself to ask for a loan to the employer who was hated because he had almost desecrated him.

Title: MARRIED MR ARTHUR

PLATFORM : F OR Z 0

Chapters 10. Barbaric Man

Look Sean Arthur in the eye as if he were stripping Salwa. The woman shuffled to protect herself, feeling that something was wrong with her employer.

"Tu-an, what are you doing in my room?" Salwa looks frightened as soon as Sean closes the door to her room, then locks it from the inside.

Tonight Salwa forgot to lock the door again so that made the man more free to go inside. Because he was too tired, he immediately slept without checking the door, whether it was locked or not.

Sean Arthur approached. A tall man is like a hungry predator who wants to prey on a helpless little rabbit. Salwa's feeling grew even more uneasy when she saw the man begin to remove the buttons of his shirt.

"Sir, what ... do you do?" Salwa's hand gripped the blanket wrapped around her body, as if it was able to accompany her from the danger that lurks a Sean Arthur.

The man did not answer. He threw his shirt on the floor and approached Salwa, raising his feet on the woman's bed.

Salwa dodged as her hand was about to catch her body. A distress signal in the head sounded, making the woman alert for what might be self-harm. This is a free country, one can do anything especially regarding body relations. Not with Salwa. He will protect his precious possession, not allowing anyone to snatch even if he has to bet his life.

She was a poor girl, having nothing to be proud of. Only the dignity and honor of a woman can still be held in high regard. If all that had been taken away, what would he be?

Highlight Sean's eyes increasingly intimidate, staring at Salwa who had been cornered in the corner of the room because the position of the bed is squeezed into the wall. Roughly the man pulled the blanket Salwa was wearing, then threw it away.

Salwa's eyes were shocked when both of her hands were blocked by the man. A burly hand managed to direct his fingers, flanking between Salwa's fingers, clutching them, holding the woman back from going anywhere.

Salwa muttered, moving her arms and legs, trying to hurt Sean Arthur. However, the movement of her legs that kicked, making both women's thighs open. This gives the opportunity for a perverted-brained man to position himself between the two women's thighs.

"Master, don't do that! I beg! You have no right to do this!" Salwa cried out in tears, her tears rolling down her cheeks, hoping for the mercy of Sean Arthur not to impose his will on her.

"Don't be hypocritical! You're just a maid. Every woman wants me. And you get that chance now." Sean said arrogantly, assuming all women were the same.

He was used to being adored and wanted, but Salwa's rejection made him even more challenged. He'll get what he wants soon.

"No! Emm, ...." Salwa's screams are silenced with a rough kiss by Sean Arthur. The first kiss she was supposed to give to her husband, to the man she loved, was forcibly snatched away by the male biadap. His eyes were hot with tears that were breaking incessantly. The man had mastered it, damaging the clothes he was wearing.

Salwa felt her body had been touched with dirt. The man's hands were unceasingly touching what he wanted to touch. Really, the long-haired woman felt disgusted with her own body. Tonight he will never forget in his memory. He hated that man. A ruthless man who had no mercy even with just a weak woman like her.

His brutal power to fight Sean Arthur begins to weaken. Salwa can't wiggle anymore. He couldn't fight that guy. Bad thoughts regarding his future that would be ruined by the man made him unable to stop crying.

Salwa hates, hates the man, very much.

However, when the man wanted to damage Salwa by taking the crown awake, Salwa pulled his leg, then kicked something that had stiffened it.

"Gaharghh!"

Sean fell to the floor, holding onto his own that was in pain and pain. Salwa's breath hunts with clothes that have been torn and not installed properly. She ran into the bathroom and locked it.

Salwa leaned behind the door, slamming to the floor. He cried, buried his face on both palms by bending his legs. He felt dirty, humiliated, and brutally abused by Sean Arthur. He will never forgive the man, never will.

He should have known that all this would happen. Seeing their first meeting in the back of the building with the man beating someone up is enough to prove that Sean Arthur is not a good man. However, the determination to get money to support his family who live in Indonesia makes him have to force himself to get the job. Although in the end he had to have a tragic fate like this moment.

***

"Alan!"

Sean shouted at the man who was laughing incessantly looking at his condition. Alan Alensky was a friend and personal physician to Sean Arthur. They were close since school, so that the man was not afraid of Sean's notoriously cold and deadly figure.

"Who is that special woman that can make you like this." He laughed again, making Sean even more upset.

"Once again you laugh, I rip your mouth off!"

Sean's threats never play games. Alan immediately stopped his laughter, although in his heart the man still wanted to laugh at his best friend.

"Tomorrow maybe you should rest first, because you'll have trouble walking." Alan said after seeing the condition of Sean who was hit by Salwa kick. It seemed like the kick was hard enough that even though Alan had injected a pain reliever, Sean still could not freely move.

"Damn! Why don't you give me the best medicine. You're useless to be a doctor. I'm just paying you a lot."

Sean's words were indeed spicy, but Alan was already used to the scathing sentence thrown by the man.

"Maybe you haven't been in a relationship for about a month. Yes, he had to rest a long time in order to come back as dashing as ever."

"What?!" Sean screamed, but Alan hid a smile. Alan always pranks Sean with a medical technical that the man does not know just to reply to his spicy words.

"If you want her to be suspended, you can break her."

However, Alan no longer seemed able to hold back his laughter. The man chuckled after imagining Sean's face holding back the desire for fear that his own could not be as useful as before.

"You!" Sean throws a pillow at Alan's face, but of course it is immediately pruned by the man accompanied by laughter that makes the brunette-haired man even more upset..

***

As Alan said, even though Sean was hard to advise, but the man could still think clearly not to violate his personal doctor's orders.

Sean decided to cancel the meeting with the clients and work in his study in the penthouse.

Leon who is his personal assistant is ordered to handle all, because for now only Leon can be relied upon.

While the man was busy with his computer, the knocking on the door distracted him. He cleared his throat slightly realizing that it was Salwalah who was behind the door.

Will he scold the woman for rejecting him last night?

Salwa should be grateful that an ordinary person gets the attention of a wealthy and influential man like him.

Sean let out a rough sigh that finally allowed the woman to enter his room.

"Lake in!"

Sean's voice got no answer, but the door of the room opened with Salwa still wearing a work uniform coming down. The woman's eyes look puffy, as if the time of night is only used for crying.

His gaze was fixed on Salwa's neck, Sean clearly saw the results of his actions yesterday. Yeah, that neck last night felt so alluring. The woman's natural smell was like opium, emanating with intoxicating herself who was at the peak of desire.

"I'm sorry, I want to resign." Salwa said calmly, but her voice sounded so hoarse.

"Sign away?" Sean smiled in anguish. He seemed to be being humbled by his own servants. The woman dared to quit her job because she wanted to avoid it. "You'll have to pay a hundred million dollars fine."

Salwa's eyes bought, looking up at Sean Arthur. What the fuck? Where is such a work agreement?

"Fines? How could? I've read the contents of the contract and there are no fines written there."

Sean leaned back, relaxed by looking at Salwa with a condescending look. "That's an unwritten rule. Direct rule from me as your master."

Salwa. He did not accept the strange rules. "You're making it up, sir. I don't want to know. I'm going to get out of this place right now."

Unconcerned by Sean Arthur's words, Salwa immediately turned to leave the room. That's enough of what he received last night. He was not sure he would be safe for the next days because the man turned out to be a thief. However, just as the body wrapped in work clothes was about to step up, Sean said something that made him undo his intentions.

"Are you not curious about the email reply from your brother, about your father's illness."

Glug.

Salwa gulps.

He immediately turned around, looking at the man suspiciously.

"Is there a reply?" Salwa asked enthusiastically.

Given how the last condition of his father who was still sick he lived in the region made him afraid if anything happened to the head of the family.

Without needing to be asked, Sean pointed his computer at Salwa, pointing with a finger hinting her to get closer.

And there, it was clear that Ahsan had already returned the message. A short message in the form of one paragraph, but made Salwa could not hide her crying.

The message said that, they cost about two hundred and fifty million rupiah to perform the heart ring installation surgery of his father who is in hospital.

Salwa suddenly drowned. He wanted to immediately stop working, wanting to be free from such a disgusting and cruel man in front of him. However, on the other hand he had to earn money for his father's medical expenses.

The woman broke down, sitting on the ceramic floor with a slight tinge of golden pattern that felt cold on the skin. He buried his face in both of his palms, letting out a dusty cry on his chest.

How'this?

What's he supposed to do?

How could he get that much money? Moreover, he was intending to immediately go away from the life of Sean Arthur.

Salwa was still pensive in her cries, adding pain to the recesses of the soul.

How did he get that money?

Long enough Salwa cried under Sean Arthur's desk, but the man just became a spectator and enjoyed how despicable the woman was. She rejected him last night, but is currently resting under the table in tears. A really strange woman.

After a little calm, mastering the thoughts and emotions that had been uncontrollable, Salwa moved from her seat, standing straight facing Sean Arthur.

"Master, may I borrow money from you for my father's treatment?"

Sean chuckled, showing a condescending as well as obnoxious smile to Salwa.

"What can you give me? That's a lot of money, your lifetime salary might not be enough to replace it."

Salwa lowered her head, her hands clenched tightly. The man was right, he couldn't possibly afford to replace that kind of money, but he needed it the most. His father's life is at stake here. Between fear and shame, Salwa chose to ventured.

"I will serve you all my life."

Laughter in the room echoed, cornering Salwa for her position. Sean Arthur moved from his seat, then stepped from behind the desk after hearing the words of Salwa, brazing his body from the tip of the foot to the tip of the head while continuing to walk towards the woman.

"No, no, no. It's all uninteresting. I want more of that." Sean reached out his hand, raising Salwa's chin slightly to look up at him. "What if you pay with ... your body."

Chapters 11. Marry Me Religiously

Salwa took a step back, shaking her head in response to Sean Arthur's perverted words. Why do rich and mature men look down on commoners like him?

"I don't want to."

He's down again. Tears that had previously been wiped away, now broke back. Shortness, that was how he felt at this moment. Honor and self-worth are the most important things to him. He was not a holy and sinless religious man, but he understood enough that giving a body to someone who was not his mahram was a wrong thing, a great sin. In fact, religion gave the caning a hundred times for women and single men who were reckless to do so.

"There is no money either. You can get out now. I won't hold you back anymore. If anything happens to your father, then .. you'll be blamed."

Sean grinned when he saw the fear on Salwa's face. The woman hesitated after getting a cold answer from Sean Arthur. His father's life is really at stake here. He must take immediate steps. His hand squeezed the small, lacy apron that coiled around his waist.

To be honest he was so disgusted and hated by the man in front of him. What Sean Arthur did last night is still evident in his ingantian. A wicked man who can tear his clothes and touch his body by force.

The trauma that Salwa experienced had not fully healed. His first kiss, his body that was no longer holy because of the many red marks left by the man. Salwa did not accept what happened. Wanting to be angry, wanting to curse, but not knowing how to.

She was just an ordinary woman, from the lower caste who did not have the strength to defend herself. He hated the man even more, the evil man who was now looking at him with a perverted and condescending look.

However, the situation that occurred made Salwa must be willing to humble herself in front of the man. His father needed a lot of money and surely the money was needed immediately.

"Why are you still there? Don't you want to go? Go then! Remember a hundred million dollars as the penalty fee you're gonna have to pay me."

Salwa closed her eyes. His hands wiped the tears that never stopped wetting his cheeks. He lost, lost the game of Sean Arthur who was so arrogant and merciless. Of course the man knew clearly how difficult Salwa's life was, but with a proud and arbitrary attitude he asked for a huge penalty fee to him.

"Why don't you have empathy for someone weaker? Do the rich always behave like that?" Salwa paused her sentence, watching Sean Arthur's face still the same, as if his words were completely unfolded in the man's heart. "I am poor, but I still have faith to keep."

One step closer, Sean eroded his distance with Salwa. The man noticed Salwa's hateful gaze and anger being shown to him. He only smiled obliquely in response to the look in the woman's eyes. "I've given you a choice, but you're not using the opportunity well."

Salwa is inching up as Sean gets closer to her. The terror of last night is still a frightening specter for him. He was traumatized, shocked by the man's depraved attitude.

What Sean did to him, the man's touches on parts of his personal body are still imprinted and felt to this day.

"Master!" Salwa held the front body of the man with both palms wide open once his back had been restrained by the walls of the room.

Sean let Salwa's hand, not intending to banish or move him. While his right hand raised Salwa's chin, making the woman look up at him.

"I'm still kind enough to give you a chance to think. Accept my offer or your father's. .. inoperative." His thumb rubbed the woman's lips slowly, as if his mind was drifting back with the scene last night.

Salwa immediately brushed aside Sean's hand violently, no longer looking down, the woman stared at the blue iris sharply. "I don't want to be your slave, Mr. Sean Arthur."

Salwa immediately ran to get out of the room after saying it with a slight slam of the door.

Descending one by one the steps, Salwa ran towards her room. She buried her face on the pillow, and then cried, crying all over. His hands clenched with several times hitting the pillow.

"Why should it be like this? Why is the choice so difficult?"

Unable to bear what happened, the woman sobbed, imagining how panicked her family was there. In fact, Ahsan said that he and Alfatih are looking for extra money by busking in the city. Sometimes it offers the kidneys openly in public places, but it is considered crazy by some people.

Salwa grew sobbing imagining it all.

Are his brothers eating now?

Are they struggling to hold back hunger until there is food that can prop up their stomachs?

Yes, God!

Salwa could not imagine all that. How is the condition of his family, his three younger siblings who are still in school.

No, they cannot feel constant distress. What good is he going all the way to the country of people if it just ends the same, can not bring change in his family life. All the sacrifices, time, and energy that he sacrificed up to this point will be in vain. The tears of the parents' disassociation over his disappearance only became a grain of dust that was meaningless if in the end he gave up.

Salwa brushed her tears, then went to the bathroom to take wudu. He just wanted to calm down, looking for the best way after his mind was calm and not overwhelmed by emotions.

Every stream of flowing water soaked his limbs, making his soul calmer. He took a deep breath, then exhaled slowly. Yes, one tough decision he will take even though he knows if Sean Arthur agrees to his idea, then it is suffering that he will accept.

Stepping forward with confidence, Salwa heads to Sean Arthur's workspace again. There was shame enveloping also resentment in the heart. However, he was already determined to speak it despite not knowing how the man would react after hearing his request.

Salwa knocked on the door hesitantly after slamming her when she came out of the room. Without waiting for Sean's approval, he ventured to open it. His heart beat faster from feeling nervous, scared, angry at the same time. However, he ignored it all for a strong reason. His family needs his hand.

As soon as the door of the room opened, his gaze immediately scattered with mesmerizing blue irises. The eyes of the man were so sharp, piercing to the depths of Salwa's eyes, plowing the woman with various prejudices.

Salwa squeezed her fingers, trying to muster up the courage to look into the man's eyes and make her point.

"Master, I .. accept your offer."

Sean smiled thinly. "I knew you'd come back and say it."

"But on one condition."

"You! How dare to make conditions for me." Sean did not expect that his maid could dare to ask him for conditions.

Salwa is undaunted. He knew Sean would not accept it, but he still tried. "Married me religiously and you can divorce me whenever you want."