The Devil Husband's
CHAPTER 7. MENACE

Jihan widened her eyes and mouth, there was a glimmer of hope appearing in her mind. "Khanza?"he muttered slowly while jumping small to get to the end of Tiger's hand.

Jakun Tiger rose and fell as the fragrance of Jihan's body and hair poured out in his sense of smell. His heart is pumping twice as much as usual. His mind started to run wild. Given how warm the woman's body was while in her control. Quickly, Tiger shook his head and neutralized his heartbeat.

"Tiger! I'm gonna talk to Khansa!" screech with an annoyed face. He felt frustrated because he could not reach the phone. I don't know how many times he tried to take it but he couldn't.

Suddenly Tiger's hand stuck out and pressed down on Jihan's white and delicate neck. Jihan's two hands immediately held the burly arm, occasionally hitting it. Her breathing is a little tight. He glared at Tiger.

"Remember! Don't ever say anything I do! Otherwise, your mother who was in prison could have lost her life!" threaten Tiger with a grinning smile.

"DIG!"

Both of Jihan's eye beads were perfectly rounded. In his heart he wondered, why did he know about his mother? Nah! Jihan did not want to lose the woman who had given birth to her. Moreover, she will soon become a mother. Despite all the behavior of the mother in the past who finally dragged her into this dark world.

Jihan shook her head with her eyes closed, but accidentally Tiger actually tightened his chuckle making his face redder and continued to flick Tiger's arm.

"I can do whatever I want! So, never mess around!" he was resolute with a flash of creepy eyes. "You got it?" tanyakanya.

Now Jihan nodded, and Tiger released the grip of his hand and pushed one of Jihan's shoulders into the bed. The phone still rings, Khansa calls him many times.

Jihan coughed, her chest tightened a little and then took in as much oxygen as possible. Because the supply in his lungs is thinning.

"MYARR!"

Suddenly Tiger broke the glass on the nightstand. The glass looks very sharp. He brought the glass closer to Jihan's neck.

At once Jihan's body trembled in fear. His heart seemed to be detached from his chest cavity. The saliva that was swallowed felt very heavy. His eyes glanced at the sharp object. He breathed very slowly, resisting the movements of his expanding chest and deflating rapidly.

"Don't talk weird!" firmly Tiger warned with a sharp glint of eyes.

Jihan did not dare to move, she simply blinked her eyes gently as a sign of agreement. Tiger's thumb wiped away the tears on both of Jihan's cheeks. Their views clashed with each other. Hatred was clearly emanated from the look in Jihan's eyes.

Slowly, Tiger shifted the green slide then pressed the loudspeaker on the flat object in his hand. He thrust the tip of the phone into Jihan's mouth.

"Damn!" call Khansa yelling across there. "Where are you, I picked up my phone for a long time. How's show? Smooth, right? Keep Tiger being nice to you, right?" cerocos Khansa has no pause.

"Ha .. hi, Sa. I'm doing fine. Earlier, the show was smooth," said Jihan while glancing at Tiger. The other hand of the man was still pressing the broken end of the glass on his white neck.

"really? Said your dad fainted? my son is all right, right? Is he taking grepotin?"

The question made Jihan silent. His heart was like a sharp object. Tiger knitted his brows, looking quite interested in hearing the two women's conversation.

"No, not at all troublesome. I'm just exhausted" Jihan replied after a while.

"Ah, then rest now. Don't get tired, Ji. If there's anything, call me right away" Khansa said enthusiastically.

"Well, thank you so much, Sa."

Their conversation is over. Tiger turned it off first and put the phone back in his pants pocket. Jihan just looked at him annoyed, a sweaty hair began to wet her face.

The man slammed the glass he was still holding onto the floor, causing a thunderous sound, the fragments scattering on the floor. He walked away without saying a word.

His eyelids refused to close. Just curled up trying to find the most comfortable position. Jihan doesn't care where the guy goes. "At the same time the ladies of the night!" his grunts bit his lower lip.

"Mother!" Jihan closed her eyes firmly as the call slid from her lips. Although he did not know very well how Tiger was, still the fear slipped in his heart. Moreover, seeing how the man treated her. Jihan was afraid that the man was actually doing what he had just said.

"Tomorrow, I looked up" he murmured and forced his eyes to close.

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The next day, Jihan opened her eyelids slowly, sleeping on her side. In front of him did not find anyone, a faint smile fell on his lips.

"This is better," he murmured a little calmly.

Jihan sat up, stretching her stiff muscles. Then pull out the blanket and lower both feet.

"Aw! Shhhhh!" he nodded back and sat on the edge of the bed.

He forgot there were a lot of glass fragments still scattered on the floor. Jihan lifted one of her legs, pulling out the broken glass that stuck in the sole of her foot.

"Mrs!" bi Sari knocked on the door.

"Yes, Bi. Open it, "Jihan's reply pressured the blood that began to flow.

When the door opened, Auntie was surprised to see the messy room. As soon as he approached, he walked away from the debris.

"Mrs, are you bleeding? I'll get you a medicine box!" Bi Sari came out again before Jihan replied to anything.

Not long after the middle-aged woman came in carrying a cleaning tool as well as a P3K box. He did not dare to ask, just treat the wound and then clean the scattered pieces of glass.

"Thank you, Bi. Eee, is Tiger still home?" jihan tucked his long hair behind his ears. Her eyes are glazed.

"Master has departed early in the morning, Madam," he said.

"Well, then I'll take a shower first." Jihan stood up. Aunty was about to help him but Jihan dodged. "No need, Bi. I can do it myself."

Bi Sari immediately took off her hand. He took a few steps back while nodding, "Be careful, Madam."

Jihan rushed to take a shower, according to her plans last night, she was going to visit her mother. After getting ready, Jihan finds a cell phone on the nightstand. But it's not his phone.

His hand was stalling and grabbing it, flipping through the flat object with a frowning forehead, "It looks like it's still new," he murmured.

Suddenly snapped as the phone rang. Tiger's name was clearly visible on that screen. Jihan thought for a moment, but finally picked up the call.

"From now on, it's your phone! Use it well. And don't try to contact anyone else. Whoever it is! Because I know! The phone is connected to my phone. Understood?" Not yet Jihan let out a sound, the man had already spoken at length and firmly.

"Whatever!" he then closed the call.

"Damn! How dare you hang up!" tiger in a different place.

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