Aksara For Arsyilla

Various Fears

Bak dejavu makes Aksara really upset. Didn't think that his wife would be difficult for him to call. Bad feelings make the characters think no-no. To tell, who really did evil to his wife this time. Armed with GPS navigation detected in his mobile application, Aksara also drove his car as fast as possible to immediately get the latest location of his wife.

Indeed, if something happens to Arsyilla, Aksara will not be able to forgive him. He loved Arsyilla so much and would do everything he could to find her. 

Elsewhere, Arsyilla was completely unconscious this time. The black car took Arsyilla to one of the empty buildings on the outskirts of Jakarta. The building that was like an ancient building became a place for men who wore batik shirts to bring Arsyilla now. The woman who was still unconscious was now taken to an empty room and so dark. Arsyilla was seated in a chair, and her body was tied with a rope there, while a cloth was coagulated inside Arsyilla's mouth.

Nearly half an hour into Arsyilla's unconsciousness, the woman slowly gasped. The dark, empty, and unpleasant smell just rippled through the empty room and was so dark. Arsyilla then tried to scream with a mouth that was still gagged with cloth.

“Akkhh,” shouted.

A woman, who was grinning as soon as she saw Arsyilla who had regained consciousness.

“Hey, we'll see you again,” said the woman.

Arsyilla widened her eyes, she really didn't think that the woman who was holding her was now a woman she knew. The woman that a moment ago, he met.

Tiara's. Yes, that woman is Tiara.

Arsyilla seems to have chosen to stay, no matter what happens, why Tiara can keep her here. Whereas in the last memory of Arsyilla, a man who had locked her and put her in a car. Then, how could the exact Tiara now appear before him?

“Yes, it's me .. You must be surprised right? Shocked, cook not,” said Tiara. The woman chuckled at the fear on Arsyilla's face.

“You know what makes you here?” ask Tiara.

However, in a gagged mouth, Arsyilla could not answer anything. Arsyilla chose not to make a sound, and let Tiara just like that. After all, with the situation being held captive and gagged, it was very impossible for Arsyilla to fight back.

Arsyilla who could not answer or defend herself was surprised when Tiara pulled out a folding knife from her bag. The woman laughed and looked at Arsyilla with sharp eyes. 

"What makes you here is the Aksara. Yes, your own husband. If only your husband had not hesitated and rejected me. If only your husband would head the building design of my property, it would not be like this" said Tiara. 

The approaching Tiara finally seemed to want to scratch the knife in Arsyilla's face. The thin and sharp tip of the knife now leaves the area of Arsyilla's cheek. 

Arsyilla sighed many times and closed her eyes, she was really afraid that the knife would hurt her. 

"What makes Aksara crazy about you is this face, right? So, can you let me tear it?"

As she crossed the line, Tiara pulled her knife and now slapped her face. The sound of a palm strike hitting the side of Arsyilla's face was heard so loud. 

Ppbp .. plaaaakk ….

The face that was slapped in an unprepared state turned to the right and to the left. 

Seeing the frightened Arsyilla, in fact, it made Tiara laugh out loud. 

"What do you want me to do away with it in what way?" ask Tiara now to Arsyilla. 

"Why is it so fun playing with you?" tiara.  

Tiara then took out the cloth that clothed Arsyilla's lips, with the aim of making Arsyilla to dare to answer and fight him. For if Arsyilla had fought him, Tiara would have hurt Arsyilla even more. 

"Now you can talk, right? Said you wanted to be eliminated in what way? Letting you rot here, or by cutting your neck with this knife? Which one did you choose, die with great difficulty, or not the right way?" tiara said this time. 

In fact, Arsyilla did not answer and only her tears just came out. A sufficient circle of tears is proof that Arsyilla is so frightened at this time. 

In her heart, Arsyilla hopes that her husband will soon come to her rescue. Her husband will find her whereabouts this time. It was undeniable that Arsyilla was so frightened. The woman who had been blinded by her hatred could do anything to Arsyilla. 

"Kak Aksara ... Brother Aksara, help me," that was what Arsyilla always shouted in her heart. Just like in the past where Aksara could find her when Ravendra had her. Arsyilla also hopes that her husband will find his current point of existence. 

Feeling that Arsyilla had no answer at all, Tiara slapped Arsyilla's face again several times, until a fresh, red liquid seemed to flow in the corner of Arsyilla's lips. Not only did it hurt from the slap, but it also hurt from the blood that had just flowed down the corner of his lips. The solid taste mixed with pain made Arsyilla sob this time. 

"Oh .. You cry well? Cup, cup, cup ... did I hurt you? A wife of Adhinata Pradhana is now crying in front of me. Wow, that was really fun. I'm so happy to see you like this. It would be more fun because this is all comparable to the rejection for the sake of rejection that your husband did to me," Tiara said again with a loud laugh this time. 

The torture that Arsyilla endured was completely out of bounds. Tiara now did not hesitate to kick Arsyilla's legs are still tied, his hands also repeatedly slapped Arsyilla's face. In his heart, Arsyilla only hoped that there was a part of his body that would not be hit by a punch or kick from the crazy woman. Really, Arsyilla will protect that part with all her heart.

"You must be waiting for your husband, right? Unfortunately, he won't find you here. So don't expect the no-no." Tiara said as she stuffed Arsyilla's mouth again. 

Arsyilla can only sob. But the hope in his heart was still not extinguished. Arsyilla would still pray to God if her husband knew of her whereabouts now and could help her now. The fire in Arsyilla's heart had not yet been extinguished. Not even dim. It was all because Arsyilla was confident that her husband would be able to find her in his own way.