THORNS IN MARRIAGE
CHAPTER 98 - LIKE THE THRILLER SCENE
Tok tok...
"Assynoltom..."
"Waalaikum hail! Who?"
My chest rippled. A man's baritone voice sounded from within.
Kriee...
The door opened the owner of the house. And. for a moment, our eyes exchanged glances.
"Sir Day?"
"Yes, I'm alone. Ma'am there's a need with me?"
I'm nodding. Focus on the prayers in your heart.
A man around Genta invited me to sit in the living room seat of his office.
At first glance, his character is ordinary. Nothing strange or suspicious. His attitude also looks polite.
But indeed I felt a strange air as I entered the house and looked into his eyes for more than a minute.
Said the meatballs were handsome. But... Sorry, do you look like a model guy? Is it because my husband is so handsome that in my eyes this smooth and fingered man looks strange?
I'm staying alert. Prayers continue to be observed...
"What do you need, Mother?" He started asking.
Before I answer, my phenomenal smile that I used to wear captivated the opposite sex.
Hm... Something is strange.
I was very curious about the mysterious aura of this man. I can't read it with my eyes.
And that usual attitude is getting me suspicious. Especially after seeing the dark hallway of his house is also a little smoky like fog in the morning.
"Pak Hadi saw my younger brother?" ask me directly to the core.
"Mom's brother? Are Pegasus High School students?"
"No. He is 18 years old and graduated last year. Said he was here to see Mr. Hari!"
I looked at his face to find out his reaction.
His face is natural. Shocked and confused as it should be. No exaggeration. But... There's a squeak in his temple. Hhh... Did I accuse him too far? Although he did rape and kill Stella, but he did not necessarily kidnap.... Wait!!!
My eyes stared at the strange creature standing in the dark hallway of his house. His eyes shone on me like a flashlight. She.., she hissed.
What is that creature???
Abaghfirullahal...
I kept offering the chair. Almost my focus is gone. And I repeat my prayer.
O Allah, O Karim, lead me. Help me. Guide me, O God!
Either my nervousness this time is much greater. There is a much more powerful mystery behind all this.
My smell began to sense a familiar scent. Like.., the smell of the shave being burned right in my nostrils. So stinging. And...
Perches.
I fell unconscious unconscious.
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Oh God! Where'sme?
Dark and dark. I saw nothing but darkness that made my chest tight.
Oh God! Please guard me from the evil of jinn and men.
The letter of An-Nas I read many times in my heart.
My mouth was gagged with cloth and my hands and feet were also tied.
Oh God! This is in the abduction category!
My ingredients! Hope my son is okay!
Oh God! Take care of us, God! Please take care of us! Mas... By Jonathan! I'm sorry I left without your permission! I just realized, I'm a wife who acts over the limit without telling the husband. It's sins. My actions contain sins. Hik hik...
I was sad and sorry. My stupidity is again a thorn in marriage.
If anything happens to me as well as the conceived fetus, what will my husband do.
"Hik hik hik..."
Duk duk
"Mmmm.. mmhh .. hhhh...."
The sound of foot. That voice sounded vague.
Jedug.
I tried to yank.
"Uuugh...!!!" My stomach feels bad.
Sorry darling! Forgive your stupid mother, son! Too rash to take a step!
Ah... I remember that meatball!
May he be trustworthy and come to the barbaric teacher's house immediately!
"mmm...mmm..mmm!!!"
The airlangga!!!
"Mmmm... Oh...!!!"
We tried to telepathically, although it was difficult.
But I felt, Angga also knew of my existence in this stuffy dark room as well.
The goose! The gogga!!! Angga, is that you???
Angga and I are not great people. We are not people with high knowledge. Nope.
Only a little more sensitive and have the advantage of seeing subtle creatures because of circumstances and hereditary science. But we can't interact from heart to heart, let alone under these circumstances. Darkened. Can't look at each other as code.
I finally tried to calm down and concentrate. It seems like Angga also read my steps.
The mood is now quiet.
Laa Ilaha Illa anta subhana inni kuntum - minadzoolimiin...
I take refuge in God. There is no god but Allah, who keeps us from the wrongdoers.
Al-fatihah is the opening letter. Twenty-one re-mails then the letter of An-Nas, Al-Ikhlas is also the same.
Anga as I am.
We constantly ask for the protection of Allah Ta'ala. Because right now, He's the only place I lean and ask.
God, God, God. There is no God but Allah.
I don't know when we're in this situation. Kidnapped and held captive in a stuffy dark room. I never even imagined it in fantasy.
My hands and feet are tight. It is hard to do anything but pray. I hope the people I love find us both here.
"Mmmm... Mm mm... Mm... Rrrr! Rrtr... Rprp...!"
The goose! Looks like the kid's starting, though,...
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