The Incomplete Love
EP 2: Predators

Alex took Fatimah to the prepared room. Eight years in prison did not make him poor. He did lose his kingdom, but not the wealth he kept so meeting in foreign banks.

Fatimah followed the man who was officially her husband. Alex repeatedly turned his head to look at the face of the woman behind him. As if to make sure that Fatimah was the one who followed him. Not another woman.

“Again the way too fast, huh? Brother's aja.” Without waiting for his wife's answer, Alex immediately carried Fatimah to the bridal room.

Fatimah closed her lips. Alex's touch was like a fire. The woman really hated the man who steadily climbed the stairs.

Fatimah's body trembled. She knew Alex would ask for her right to be husband. He could not give himself up to a man other than Kala. But this is his life.

A guard opened the door to the bridal chamber. Alex gave the order, “I don't want to be disturbed.”

“Ready, Sir!” The guards lowered their heads and closed the door.

Alex breaks Fatimah down on the bed slowly.

“Bang ..” Fatimah did not have time to continue the sentence when Alex's lips smother him greedily. Alex didn't stop knowing tears were coming out of the corner of his wife's eyes.

His tongue continued to break through and demanded Fatimah's tongue to avenge his attack. His sturdy hand supported the nape of Fatimah so that there was no distance between the two pairs of lips that continued to interlock.

Feeling the unreserved Fatimah, Alex stopped.

“You're my wife. Serve your brother as best you can. Brother won't hurt you. Brother will be a good priest and husband to you, Fatimah. Teach your brother to be a regular father to Hazel and Kenzo. Brother's request is only one: love Brother.”

“Bang ... I ..” Fatimah felt the back of Alexander's fingers dry the tears on her face.

“Well? Don't tell your brother to wait, because he has full rights over you. Life is a choice, Fatimah. You love me sincerely or Brother makes you continue to serve by forced.”

Fatimah looked at the dark black eyes that were only inches away from her face.

Slowly he chose the words that would be uttered hatefully.

“I don't care about my life anymore. I just want to see Hazel and Kenzo grow up. My hatred for my brother was so high that I couldn't promise love. I'm already Brother's wife. Don't worry, I don't want my misfortune to increase with being cursed by an angel for refusing to serve my husband.”

Alex smiles. A handsome face with sharp eyes is a deadly combination for women. But not for the stubborn woman he still had. Fatimah looked at him hatefully and almost vomited out of disgust.

Strangely instead of angry, Alex even more crazy.

“Your choice. But Brother does love you no kidding, Fatimah. Clean your body in the bathroom. There is lingerie for you to wear.”

Fatimah pushed the body firmly on top of it, making Alex roll to the side and chuckle. With a smile Alex looked at his wife who entered the bathroom by slamming the door.

“Gemesnya ... watch out for you Fatimah ..”

Alex then walked to the next room that was connected to the connecting door. There he cleaned himself and then put on the trousers of the house.

The man in his forties was looking after himself which still looked excellent. His arm muscles are still perfectly formed. Torn bread tub stomach with thin body feathers that grow neatly to the chest. His chest is muscular. Sturdy neck.

Alex sprayed an eau de toilette over his chest and neck.

“From now on, this all has Fatimah Ibrahim.”

Alex went back to the bridal chamber. Instead of wearing lingerie, Fatimah waited for her with a face. Two of the prayer rugs.

Seeing her husband bare-chested, Fatimah pointed to one of the cupboards. Cold expression.

“That Brother's Finger.” Alex stammered because he was not ready to face Fatimah who did not care about her sturdy body.

Fatimah opened and looked for cocoa clothes and sarongs. It is thought that he did not find. Fatimah then picked up a short-sleeved shirt that matched Alexander's trousers.

“Sholat isya then pray sunnah first,” he said firmly.

Alex swallowed his saliva. Probably the last time I prayed was in fifth grade.

“He said the promise to be a priest ..” Fatimah looked at Alex cynically. It was thought that Alex had long abandoned his obligation to pray.

“For a moment, give me time.”

Alex took out a hape and was browsing the prayer reading. Meanwhile Fatimah looked at the creature in front of her who was now busy memorizing the prayer reading.

His eyes dimmed at his habit with Kala congregating at night prayers. Kala with the reading often makes it dissolve in solemnity and gratitude.

“Bang, need help?”

“Abang can, kok.” Alex is grateful he is blessed with photographic memory so that with one read he can memorize.

“Udah, yuk,” says Alex trying to sound confident.

“That means you understand?”

“Huh?”

“Abang, the Muslim was very well held to his remarks. Brother married me just now with kabul ijab right? We have to understand what is said. Don't just origin njeplak.”

Alex stunned. Without much talk directly sit open the phone and learn again the meaning of prayer. While waiting, Fatimah recited the sacred verses she memorized out of her head.

Fatimah asked God for her, Hazel, Kenzo, and Calandra. His breath was choked when he saw Alex was earnestly memorizing the meaning of prayer.

“Yes Allah, your plan is the best. Strengthen the servant to live out Your decree, O Rabbi.”

Alex raised his face. Fatimah was praying. The man shuffled and sat next to his wife.

“Abang is done, yuk pray.”

“Wait. Brother, may I check memorization. It is not funny to get stuck in the middle of prayer.”

“Who is afraid?” Alex calmly recited the readings. Occasionally Fatimah corrected while asking the meaning. Alex followed the correction Fatimah gave him to finish.

Twenty years into the king of the black world, no one dared to rule Alex. Now Fatimah firmly set it.

“Sholat yuk Bang.”

Alex looked at the woman who was already standing and walked towards her alphabet.

“Abang does not remember having a prayer mat. Where did you get it from?”

“I told the people in front to find,” replied Fatimah lightly.

Alex stunned. Damian, who he placed to guard in front of the door of the room is not a fool. He was right-handed after Alvin.

“Kok Damian want to be told to you?”

“Because he has a choice. Come on, Bang already far from the adzan time nih.”

Alex looked up at his wife who was ready to start praying. Nervous, Alex stood on his alphabet and began to lead prayers.

Four rakaat isya and two rakaat sunnah prayers were completed smoothly. Finished the greeting, Fatimah took Alex by the hand and kissed him. The fierce lady was ready to let go of her hand when Alex pulled her into his arms.

“Why are you suddenly soft?”

“Abang, I'm not soft. All I do is keep marwah as wife and muslimah. Wife is the neck for husband. I have to make you turn to good things. Kissing hands is a form of respect for my husband, even though I hate you so much. As a Muslim, I am obliged to pray. That simple. So don't expect much.”

“Basic stubborn women. Cepet loose mukena, Brother can not wait to see you wear lingerie.”

Shaking his head, Alex took off his shirt showing off the chest of the field that was believed to be breaking down Fatimah's defenses. Fatimah began to shed her face.

Alex was ready to pamper his eyes immediately wide.

“Fatimah, it's Abang's shirt ..” he said softly resisting disappointment to see Fatimah wearing a boxer and a long tee shirt that he kept in the bathroom drawer. No sexy impression at all. Not to mention Fatimah still wears a snail to cover her hair.

“Astaghfirullah, Fatimah forgot to pray sunnah.” Fatimah reasoned.

Soon Fatimah put up another prayer and hurriedly started praying before Alex could say anything.

The impatient husband waited until it was over. Again the man was stunned because Fatimah stood up again to start praying.

With a rough Alex rubbing face. He realized Fatimah was buying time.

After the prayers to the rakaat, Fatimah raised her hand to beg for strength. He could not imagine Alemenytouch his body. Remembering the hot kiss given by Alex alone is enough to make her stomach nauseous.

Finished praying he wanted to pray again when he felt his body lifted and laid down on the bed.

“Ya Allah ..” he said when he saw Alex's sharp eyes piercing his heart. Body goosebumps.

“Quite prayers.”

Alex did not give Fatimah a chance to move. One hand pressed Fatimah's hands on her head. One other hand took off all the cloths that were stuck to his wife's body.

Not for a minute, Fatimah felt her body was plain.

“Open your eyes. You don't want to imagine anyone else.”

Alex didn't turn off the room lights. He wasn't the kid yesterday afternoon on the bed. With bright lights, they would see each other's bodies.

Alex's eyes began to fog up looking at the smooth body that lay resigned. Smiling, he brought his face closer to Fatimah's.

“Do not hold, yes, dear. You won't be able to.”

Fatimah looked at her husband with disdain. He tried to free his hand.

“Tau no, the more you fight, the more I want to devour you. Remember, don't close your eyes or you'll receive a.” penalty

Alex landed his lips against the crevice of Fatimah's neck. Playing around there leaves a lot of kiss marks. Fatimah whimpered, sighed because at the same time Alex's hand was playing in his core area.

“Open your eyes Fatimah,” Alex said before punishing with one finger movement that made his wife squeal.

Satisfied playing in the neck area, Alex is now playing on the twin hills. With his hands still pressed on top of his head, Fatimah wriggled. Trying to shake the combination of different flavors, disgusted but delicious.

Fatimah shrieked as she unconsciously closed her eyes again. Alex stared hard.

“Abang ... pain ..” Fatimah's moans. Tears flow from the corner of the eye.

“Hold.”

Fatimah bit her lip, Alex grinned. One hand pinched Fatimah's chin and went back to devouring the tiny lips naturally red.

Alex's breath is hunting. His passion was ready at the end, yet he still wanted to linger playing with his body underneath. Alex wants to subdue Fatimah. Show who is in power.

I don't know how long Alex has been raving Fatimah. Countless possession stamps were scattered across the smooth skin. Alex knew that Fatimah's body was ready to receive him. How strongly Fatimah held back, still the physical reaction could not lie.

Netra Lebam Alex satirizing with Fatimah. With a single move, Alex enters Fatimah. Mercilessly moved quickly.

Fatimah could not resist, resigned to all the treatment and orders of her husband. His arm is numb.

Omit he begged Alex, “Bang, hand off Fatimah ..”

Alex, enjoying the paradise of the world, heeded his wife's groaning. One hand pressed both of Fatimah's arms. Tears are flowing. Fatimah's body felt almost willing to break when Alex suddenly pulled himself.

His hands took off Fatimah's hands. Not daring to close his eyes, Fatimah slowly lowered her stiff hand.

Not a second, Alex grinned and then raised Fatimah's hand again, pressing her into her original position. Meanwhile, without warning, his inheritance entered his wife. Unheeded the lamentations and groans of Fatimah.

Alex kept moving, occasionally punishing his wife if she accidentally closed her eyes. Fatimah kept calling her husband's name, asking for mercy. His body is breaking now.

Not budging, Alex continues to vent his desires. He did what he wanted to do with Fatimah. Until finally the peak desire can no longer be dammed.

Fatimah screaming. Alex smiled with satisfaction. The prey he had been after for so many years was now helpless beneath his body.

After finishing everything, Alex pulled away and then scrolled beside Fatimah's body. Slowly while enduring the pain, Fatimah dragged her innocent body into the bathroom.

On the big glass he saw so many signs of ownership all over the body. Sighing he was hobbled to turn on the shower to clean the body.

Not yet had time to get out of the shower box, he felt someone embrace the back.

“Beauty, shower together.”

Fatimah really couldn't if Alex wanted her again. As if he could read minds, Alex pushed Fatimah against the wall, then entered her.

Under the shower, Fatimah resigned when Alex again released his desire. Tears mixed with water from the shower.

Alex's hands played wildly all over Fatimah's body. Once again, Alex completed the naps and immediately flipped Fatimah's body.

“Abang bathein you, yes Darling.”

Fatimah who was helpless just nodded weakly. Alex smiled with satisfaction. No more stubborn and defiant eyes.

Alex took the soap and rubbed it all over his wife. Pouring the shampoo then painstakingly massaging the head of Fatimah gently.

Fatimah complied because she was unable to move. Alex took a wide towel and covered his wife's body.

“Abang curly your hair, yes ..”

“I cape really, Bang.”

“Before a while, later you catch a cold.”

After drying, Alex carried Fatimah who fell asleep as soon as his head touched the pillow.

Alex took off a towel wrapped around his wife's body. Nanar's eyes.

“Tomorrow, Lex, let him rest,” Alex told himself as he felt his desire rise to see a plain body.

Alex then cleans up and follows Fatimah. He lay down while looking at the beautiful face that was sleeping.

Eyebrows like ants lined up, natural thick eyelashes, pointed nose, tiny lips. For hours Alex did not get tired of looking at Fatimah's face. Sometimes peeling his face.

Fatimah moved while opening her eyes. Alex smiles.

“Maling!” Shouted Fatimah who seemed to forget if she was married to Alex. He jumped down from the bed preparing to escape but the pain in the core area made him fall.

Alex shook his head.

“PRmu still many Lex ..” inner slice.

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