The Sins of Marriage in London
MOSAIC 36 MEMORIALS

(revision period)

The treading sun rose channeling warmth to the evaporating air, the morning dew clinging to the green foliage, an elongated pull appearing between his eyebrows, watching a group of creatures in a cravat suit.

After passing through the glimmer of events that enveloped a million memories, Syha was fixated with thoughts that swirled. Zein pulled it under the dark shades of occupancy that have now been replaced with a speck of beauty.

Even so, why did the man keep running around in his mind?

'Why I think about you Alon'

Syha sighed, putting a finger on the window frameer. As the hand lifted, both eyes grew.

The woman exclaimed in panic, "where is my ring?" without being told the two legs were circling the room, squatting even his cheeks stuck to the bottom of the cold floor. Peering whether the round object fell under the bed.

"Is it possible to be lost while performing?" Syha held her head in despair, her back bent down.

"What are you looking for?"

The neck is turned in the opposite direction. Zein stood up with the curvature of her raised lips. His eyebrows stared questioningly.

"Why sit on the floor, your clothes get dirty." Zein grabs the woman's base of hand with all her might, holding her pelvis to direct Syha on the daybed.

"I brought you your favorite breakfast" Zein said as her shoulder muscles lifted a portable table filled with whole-grain bread, granola, smoothies and strawberries.

Syha is bent on observing, the handling that is presented calls for luxury. What Zein has lived with is far more financially viable so it serves food like this.

"Why did you bring me here?" Syha asked, glancing her pupils towards Zein with her jaw raised.

Zein threw his net in and out, thinking of the right reason to answer the question. There was no way he would have to be frank about his plan to lock this woman up until the wedding came.

Syha glanced at Zein's nervous reaction that rubbed the nape, was this man hiding something from her?

Cross a series of sentences that divert the topic of conversation. "I miss you, for many years I have been haunted by a sense of loss," Zein stroked the spherical chewy fruit there, a touch that gave the reaction to the surge of Syha.

The woman's reflexes dispelled the pinch that stuck to her cheek, her face bowed drowning the look of expression.

Zein gasped, as her attention was so repulsive. Zein throws the question, "Syha do you love Alon?"

Syha gave a quick glance, but both eyes were reluctant to look at each other. Hiding an implied message.

Unspeakably, Zein was very confident that this woman had moved her heart. As if scraping through deep wounds, has her second love grown since they were in the Patisserie shop?

"Where do you think baby, is Arden going to love this cake?" Siera turned to the man she was with, the question was answered with a nod.

"He'll definitely like it. Arden was always whining for a peanut cake," lamented Zein patting his eel, Siera chuckled at her husband's snort.

After making the payment, Siera took Zein's arm out of the store, both of them dissolving in friendly jokes.

A strange man stood on the right side, letting a couple enter the store with the entrance wide open.

"Well definitely a VIP customer," Siera praised the pair with admiration, both of whom seemed to be in harmony with their strong allure.

Zein shook his head with raised lips, the tip of his eyes turned curious with the figure in question.

Zein reacted dumbfounded while Alon maintained his cold gaze. Two men are like falling into a game of time, clock ticking blankly at odds between space separators. Leave the hot sparks scattered in the eye flash.

A heart message sent with the same message.

'We meet again, ' that's how the two thought.

Zein glanced at the woman who was holding her best friend's arm affectionately.

His gaze was not distracted, looking at Syha who was still bound by status as a wife.

A figure with a radiant plastered face, the alluring aura did not escape carving the two in perfect unity. Rashhanda who faded with beauty, now blooms like a flower crown.

"Darling, what's wrong?" Siera broke her husband's daydream, looking at the couple who had their backs. "Do you know them?" Reciprocity.

Zein shook his head quickly, "no let's go home." The man replied while pressing a sigh of blood that exploded aground in his neck veins.

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"Zein I can see you clearly while performing on the Reunion stage, but.. "

Syha who had fallen down and raised her face, "who was the woman who kissed you that night?"

Zein lowered his jaw, the figure in question was Siera. Ah the woman, Siera continues to seduce to make out the reunion event even though his wife was quite drunk with 3 glasses of wine gulped by him.

Zein ends up having trouble keeping an eye on Rashanda's movements, but Siera almost thwartes his plans. Fortunately, he was able to dart in time, if not not know what Reid would give as punishment.

"Nobody, he's just-"

A pair of eyes glittered with a puddle of water, Syha held back the sobs that hit her heart. His feet curled up in his arms, whimpering in his will.

Zein tried to quell the clad cries, "Syha why do you have to cry?" he rubbed the drowning shoulder to stop.

Her caress was pushed aside for the second time. His expectations are too high, expecting this plan will run easily Zein is actually complicated by a creature that had previously only become a pest in his life.

The jaw muscle twitched, there was no time for it to listen any further to a burst of patience that has now reached the point of *******.

The woman screamed as Zein grabbed her hair, tilted her head back making it easier for the man to crucify the body underneath. Syha will be bowed below her last remembrance.

"Akhh," the sound of screams continued to thrash, shouting the sound of cutlery that was on the floor.

Syha breathed in as much as she could as Zein began to strangle her neck.

"Listen to me here unlucky lady*n, I'm fed up with this game enough. No one will be able to endure that selfish attitude of yours!"

Syha gnashed her teeth, her lower lips quivering yet her net continued to shine a light of rebellion.

The gaze that precisely provoked Zein was cross-cut with a boiling face, a slap hovering landed on the woman's cheek.

The white pedestal was now splattered with drops of blood, not enough until Zein slapped it in the opposite direction. Syha bit her lips tightly, enduring the pain that no longer helped to teach her a lesson.

When the punch was lifted back up a voice told Zein to stop.

"Enough, would you be responsible if the woman died? Reid's pay won't be able to cover your criminal fines. "

Zein turned his head accompanied by a rude snort coming out of his mouth.

Acting like a lawyer, Hannah had stood with her left body leaning against the door, "come out Zein I want to talk to my foster sister."

The man got out of bed, leaving a sharp date towards the woman who was still holding her face.

Hannah sighed, glancing at the woman with a fold of hand. "How does it feel? Didn't you enjoy your harmony with your husband."

The woman grinned as the interlocutor acted mute, stepping closer. Hannah held Syha's chin up to look up at her.

"I'm going to finish our game, you think by being a substitute bride and your life will be happy with her. Your dreams are too high, baby, don't expect you to take Alon away from me."

"Wait here until you bear witness to my marriage and Alon's, that child in your womb will be completely ours."