The Sins of Marriage in London
MOSAIC 32 OF THE SAME STORY

Note :

The previous chapters were completely overhauled!

"The special performance that is expected in the middle of our event, namely the solo violin game from one of the 67th Alumni class holds an international award as the winner of the Carl Flesch contest in England, give a great welcome to Rashanda Moon."

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The pounding of the leg ticked along the wide red stripe, all eyes turned aside on a woman. Carry a classic violin cervini. Engraved a pair of names in the lower bout, expect the flow of this melody is able to pour his longing to the husband Zein gerald.

"Zein, thank you for giving me the most beautiful violin" the woman whispered to the violin.

Syha ducked, giving her greetings. Silence enveloped the atmosphere, the bow was ready to rub against the device. Syha took a deep breath, both of them had rubbed against each other, producing a melodious sound that was slashing.

Alon stared softly from a distance, the same memories repeating themselves. Clutching tightly the violin chest in his grasp the pain of scraping left a wound. Though he did not want to look stupid to repeat the same story, but Syha actually made him fall back in a similar abyss.

Flashbacks

A young man looked fixated on his feet, his pupils focused on the row of objects before him. Folding both chest hands, his fingers propped up his chin with a serious expression.

"This is the master Cremona, a violin that is perfect for professional violinists" said a shopkeeper with clenched palms, smiling at his red lips.

Alon sighed then turned his head, "show me the best violin in this shop."

The woman turned around, guiding Alon to follow her "We call the violin the best quality with master Galie," she said "there is no more Galie left, our shop only presents the best violin after Stradivarius."

There was no answer, the shopkeeper looked at the customer with a look of confusion, the man did not blink looking at the glint of beauty of the object.

Then a voice sounded "where should I pay for this violin?."

With a feeling of excitement that soared Alon paused towards the theater where his heart worship was. He was ready, offering this violin as a form of expression of his love for Rashanda.

After a few steps, the expression of love should be shuffled. For the first time Alon saw that beautiful smile was not coming from him but his best friend. Zein stood right in front of Syha, holding a black chest that was notched charming.

"This is for you" said Zein, offering the same gift.

Syha raised her eyebrows confused, "this is for me?" she asked to confirm.

Zein replied with a smile, "I like you Rashanda, take this violin as a sign that you accept me."

Alon gasped at the sight before him, his heart throbbing erratically. The same breath, now a mess.

Syha turned her face away, hiding the cheeks that had met red. Considered repelled, Zein lowered his head in awkwardness.

"Sorry to make you uncomfortable" Zein rubbed his nape, resignedly. He did not want to go any further, turned around and was about to pass.

Shha replied with a stutter, "guys!," he exclaimed. His footsteps drew closer, with a shy expression he replied "I accept you, thank you for the gift."

Zein smiled broadly, reflexively clutching the girl into her arms. The tip of his eyes glanced, finding another man who looked mute on the spot.

Alon looked at me, but both eyes were stunned as Zein smiled obliquely at him as if hiding a certain intent for his actions.

The sound of crying is on the sidelines of the flowing harmony. Violinis still continues the game stunningly.

The deg!

The bow lifted, his heart beating rapidly. Droplets of cold sweat flushed his body, Syha felt the turbulent heat stir his body with a twist. His breathing flow seemed to be suffocating.

An object that is sufficiently spaced, shifts the focus of its vision. Wrapped in a deep red dress with a man looking at her intensely.

Sometimes the woman kisses the lips of the opposite sex with passion.

Syha stared in disbelief "No way!," she cried. Her tears dripped, her body clinging to the violin against her.

His vision was blurry, the vague face he had longed for disappeared instantly leaving behind a very dark sorrow.

Panic overtakes the room, Syha suffers from sudden epilepsy. Enveloped the entire population with a face of fear.

A man ran up the alley ridge on stage, providing first aid to calm the convulsive reaction. The dress wrapped around the woman was forcefully pulled until the cloth was torn apart.

Alon tilted the tiny body, opening Syha's jaw wide so she could breathe easily.

"Syha" called her trying to wake her up. But the woman did not react.

A loud repulsion, forcing Alon to dodge. Another man tried to save his wife.

Alon charged with emotion, "what are you doing! Get out of here!" his spray jerked that burly shoulder.

Syha coughed, her lips paled. Clasping tightly onto an arm covered in a black suit, he looked up. A man called his name gently.

"Rashanda you're fine" he asked with concern.

"Zein?.."

The man nodded quickly, taking off the suit he was wearing to cover his half-naked body. Carrying the woman in bridal style, down the steps of the stage to get out of the crowd.

Inside the car Zein put the now unconscious woman, staring deeply with a different spotlight.

Alon clenched his hands, dashing quickly towards his best friend who was walking towards the exit. The man disappeared with a sedan that drove away.

Alon called Adam to pick him up.

The car drove full length along Trinity Bridge. Follow along at a pace that competes with each other.

A Ferrari car plugging gas quickly blocked the road.

Alon exited the driver's seat "give him back to me!" Caught with great emphasis.

Zein snorted in annoyance, following the man's willingness to show himself "are you not ashamed to admit a woman who is not yours?"

"He's mine, you have no right to take him!" No longer having himself with the mental losers of the past, Alon would not let Syha be snatched away by Zein.

Had Alon realized earlier, Syha would not have incised bitterness in her life.

"You impregnated her?" Zein gave a deadly look, the veins of those eyes looked reddened.

"Yes, me and Syha are married"

Zein cut him off with a broken laugh "what?! You married? Didn't I hear wrong."

Alon swallowed his saliva

'What the fuck is this guy? Not sane!' insubordinate.

Zein ignited violently with "DARE YOU MARRY HER WITHOUT MY PERMISSION!"

Alon hardened his jaw, his whitened knuckle held back the boiling whirring of blood "Enough Zein, give Rashanda to me. You no longer want what you're taking him away for."

"I want her back, is that a problem for you?" The man grinned with a groove of a scornful smile

"You don't love her, get out of my wife's life!"

"Huh? Your wife, it's too bad you said this woman is your wife."

Alon bit his lips "if you refuse, I will force you to give it to me."

Instead of trembling, Zein laughed even more. Looks like a man with a disease.

"You're forcing me to give it to you?" Crop Zein "all right let's see how brave you are to do that for your heart's desire."

"Lunatic wow! You've been smoking marijuana, yes" cried Adam with a cigar that let out smoke. Getting a murderous look, the man clenched his mouth tightly.

'Assistant is useless! Appearing instead of helping the problem even makes trouble'

"I don't care about giving Syha to me!"

"Alon, Alon is calm. I don't like it if our friendship is to be broken just because of a woman, what if we make peace?"

Alon fused his two eyebrows "peace you mean?"

Zein lifted the gasoline-filled jirigen from the front seat, slamming the door to close.

"Look at Alon, instead of us fighting over this woman. What if Syha is removed?"

Alon flexed his emotions "YOU DON'T MESS WITH ZEIN!"

Zein was deaf to pour gasoline that smeared the car body, after finishing the jirigen was thrown just like that on the knob

Crackling to get ready, a batter lit up. "What if you say goodbye to him? Before he's gone for good."

Alon was stuck for a moment when the bat was thrown, it turned out that Zein did not play with his words as a big explosion occurred. Flames blazing soared into the sky, heat roaring around it.

With a stream of blood rushing from his forehead, Alon shouted loudly calling the woman "RASYHANDA!"