Widow of Flower & Bad Guy
Chapter 39 Fainting

After a long journey, Matthew and Ivana have reached their destination. Tired they do not care because the place that became a hiding place this time is really far from the outside world.

"Matthew, this place is really beautiful..." Ivana was circling while running around on the pink beach. His brown and wavy hair also swung in the wind blowing hard. His clear eyes were increasingly sparkling, like a pearl blink on the bottom of the ocean. She was so beautiful, covering the beauty around her.

The man with dimples, with a height of about 190 cm and a masculine face, also smiled to see the cheerful look sculpted on the beautiful face typical of Europe. The presence of Ivana in her life, like drops of dew dripping on dry leaves. Like a fresh breeze, in the aridness of an increasingly forgiving heart.

Matthew was shackled by a pseudo-love that was clearly not for him. Not knowing if he could get out of the mess, then get up and receive another love that greeted him. Or continue to be restrained by the past that does not want him to let go of the imagination. To be sure, he was still comfortable with heartache and pain.

"You remind me of Amanda" Matthew muttered involuntarily. Wherever she goes, even to the ends of the world, Amanda will always be a shadow of her life. That girl will never be replaced. Although the beauty in front of him is now no less charming.

"Matthew... Matthew... help me...!!" scream Ivana as she approaches the shore. The fateful incident he had experienced, so imprinted in memory. Memory fragments, in which he watched his brother being mercilessly killed, sharpened in the subconscious. Their smiles changed in fear as well as roaring cries.

"Please Matthew. I'm afraid." cried Ivana back because the young man was still lulled by his world. He just stared blankly at the young girl lying on the shore, moving her legs and hands like a drowning man. "Matthew.please Matthew.." he cried out.

Matthew gasped and then shook his head to wake up who had been stuck in his own mind for too long. As fast as the wind, he ran to reach Ivana who was frightened by the recurrence of her trauma.

"Ivana.." call Matthew to raise the girl's body and take her away from the shore. "Hey, calm down. You're safe..." Matthew clenched Ivana's body and thrust the girl's face into his chest.

Ivana sobbed, her shoulders still shaking. Matthew held a hug, giving warmth and comfort to the young girl. "Sorry, I didn't notice you. No more crying...."

Matthew repeatedly dyed Ivana's head while rubbing the girl's cheeks, calming her from the fear that came from within the soul.

"Me-they killed my brother. They took out my brother. My brother was shot in front of my eyes. They're evil, they're demons." roared Ivana among the cries. Still very attached to the mind, bad memories that have changed his life which was originally full of happiness, changed instantly to full of bitterness.

"Calm down, Ivana. Relax.you're with me now. No one can hurt you, I promise," Matthew said. Whether it is just a flower of the lips or it is from the heart. He would sacrifice for the girl he had just known.

"Please promise me, never leave me, Matthew. Because I don't know where to go, if alone.." - Ivana wrapped her hand around the waist of the man holding her.

Matthew nodded and rubbed Ivana's face. "I promise I'll always take care of you, as I promised Amanda."

"You must love your lover very much" said Ivana in a half-jealous tone. "Luckily he's got a guy as good as you, Matthew." Ivana stared softly at the bead of the eye which began to make her misbehave. Because the feeling that was growing in her heart right now, was not the feeling of a sister to her brother. But a girl to a special man who in her eyes is like a helper god.

Matthew took a deep breath. "We're getting into the cottage now, huh? The wind is very strong here. Your clothes are a little wet, I'm afraid you catch a cold."

Matthew simply pulled his head down, then looked at the blue sky wrapped in golden color. As far as the eye can see, it is still unable to divert the attention of his mind from the woman who has incised the wound. A woman who gives happiness as well as deep pain.

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Tonight, Lucas returns to the palace drunk. He staggered as he rummaged, naming his young wife. "Dear Amanda. My tons, where are you?"

The old man walked up the escalator to his wife's room. Body staggered. However, he could still endure it. "Open Amanda's door, I want you....!!"

Lucas banged on the door leaf while pulling the knob. He was already impatient to spill the boiling hot lava due to the effects of illicit goods and liquor that he had drunk together. "Amanda, open!! Or ... I broke down the door!!!"

Amanda, who was reading a book, snorted annoyedly and then shuffled to meet her crazy husband, with great force. "What's up, asshole?!"

Lucas chuckled, "I want to rock you in bed, Amanda. And get you hooked...."

The young woman hid while covering her nose because she smelled a pungent aroma coming out of her husband's foul mouth. "You drunk, Lucas?! Quickly, your brain is tilting to the right!!"

"Dear, I was drunk. Drunk romance... drunk your love!" lontar Lucas's.

Suddenly, Lucas bumps Amanda's body and drags her against the wall behind the door. He pointed his left hand at the thin underwear covering his wife's maluann, then pulled her roughly. The old man wanted to immediately take off the cloth made of silk and then immerse his property in a warm narrow hole.

Amanda was quick to move, not wanting to continue to be defeated by the attitude of Lucas who dominated him all this time. He pushed Lucas' chest with all his strength, then flapped his husband's trunk, then punched him in the nose until he bled.

Lucas staggered a few steps back, before his body lost balance and fell to the floor. The old man was suddenly unconscious, the effect of the violent impact on his head.

"Feel my bogeman!" funny Amanda while stepping over the sprawled body.

Amanda hurriedly leaves her room, looking for a place to hide from the rampage of the old man and not know herself. The only place he thought was safe was the garden behind the palace.

Although it is certain that the situation there will be very dark because of the lack of lighting, but for him it is better than having to stay in the room, while Lucas can wake up from his stupor at any time.

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