The Lord's Concubine
I Hate you, Farra!

"Aksa ..," said Farra with teary eyes looking at Aksa who was crying hysterically beside Aunt Nurmala.

Farra wanted to get out of the King's car, but the man held her back. He gripped the hand of Farra who wanted to reach the doorknob with a sharp eye punch made Farra's guts shrivel.

"Where are you going?" resounding.

"Mas, can I see Aksa again?" farra.

"No, I'm tired! I want to go home" said the King.

Farra paused her intentions and could only stare at the little boy from behind the car glass with a sad look. After everything was settled, Ivan immediately drove his car away from the residence of Aunt Nurmala.

Aksa who was still sitting on his wheelchair rebelled as he continued to shout calling Farra's name.

"Sister Farra! Don't leave Aksa, Brother!" yelled Aksa over and over again. Not enough to get there, Aksa also tried to spur his wheelchair following the King's car that drove.

"Already, Aksa! Don't be like that. Listen to Aunt Mala, Brother Farra will definitely come back to you! But, if you continue like this, Brother Farra will never come back again. Does Aksa want to be like that?" nurmala said she was upset because she thought the boy was so stubborn.

Aksa was speechless as she continued to pay attention to the King's car which slowly started to disappear from her eyes.

Farra's heart was like slicing as she watched the scene. Farra gripped the end of the bride's kebaya which she wore very tightly. He hated his helplessness. Even his freedom was like being in the grasp of the man who was now sitting right beside him.

"I'm sorry Brother, Aksa ...."

The car driven by Ivan is getting away and now the residence of Aunt Nurmala has disappeared from their sight. Farra again glanced at the King who was still sitting beside her with a flat face without any expression.

Although hesitant, but he wanted to try to express his wishes to the man. Farra hoped that the King would understand and be willing to grant his simple request.

"Mas, can I ask you something? Let Aksa come with me and I promise that Aksa will never bother you." With a hopeful face, Farra looked at the man while cupping her hands together.

But instead of understanding. The man rebuked him violently.

"Look at you! Just a few minutes into being my wife, you have dared to ask me for anything! Are you deaf, Farra .. I told you, I don't like children in my house! The little boy was noisy and disturbing! So, don't ever expect me to take your sister and my house!" resounding.

Farra's hand, which had been in front of her chest, now fell trembling. He did not expect that the man would speak to him so harshly.

"And one more thing you have to remember!" The king placed his index finger on Farra's forehead, still with a sharp gaze looking at the girl. "Don't call me 'Mas'! But call me Lord King! You gotit?"

Slowly Farra nodded her head at the sign she understood what the man meant. It was a non-bloody pain, that was what Farra was feeling right now. He did not know why the King was acting like that to him. However, Farra tried to understand because this marriage took place on the basis of remuneration.

"Call me what?!" asked the King again, trying to test the girl.

"Good! And make no mistake," said the King who then returned to throw his gaze forward regardless of how Farra felt at that time.

Not long after, the luxury car driven by Ivan also arrived at the King's large residence courtyard. The page was very broad and made Farra look at it.

Without caring for Farra, the King continued to step foot into his mansion. While Farra with trembling steps followed the King from behind while hugging the bag containing his clothes. The bride's kebaya suit she still wears makes it difficult to follow the man's steps.

"Tu-sir, wait!"

Brukh!

Suddenly Farra fell because the skirt wrapped around her body was too tight and made herself difficult if she had to walk quickly.

The king turned his eyeballs then turned around and looked at the girl who was still on the floor of his house with a lazy look. "Where are your eyes, huh?" resounding.

Instead of helping, the man who is now her husband status even returned to rebuke her. Slowly Farra tried to get up, but at that time her legs really hurt. However, he was forced to follow the King.

The king led the girl to a room at the end of the room. The smallest room among all the rooms inside the magnificent building. He opened the room and looked at Farra, who looked grimacing with pain in her leg.

"This is your room! And from tomorrow you have to join the other servants working in this house," said the King remained with a flat expression.

"Servant?"

The king drew Farra's hand violently and led her into the narrow room. The king approached Farra there was not even a distance between her body and the girl.

"Listen well, Zhafarra Maidha! I didn't marry you because I liked you. But instead, I hate you so much and I promise to make you suffer until the end of your life, keep it!"

Farra shed her tears at that moment. He did not expect that the King would marry him just to make him suffer.

"B-but why, sir? What's my fault" said Farra.

"Think for yourself what your mistake is!" the king said as he pushed Farra's body until the girl leaned against the wall of the room.

After saying the painful thing, the King returned to his luxurious room and left Farra still confused.

"Yes, Lord .. What was the mistake I made to the Lord King that he hated me so much?" farra murmured along with her sobs.

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