Befawa, Incorrect Marriages

Part 18#Zoya's Rage, Ameera's Request

The oath that came out of Zoya's lips imprinted imprinted into Lee's heart. His body silently stared at the girl who was busy picking up clothes on the floor, then ran into the bathroom. The sound of a door slam that sounded so loud blew reality into erratic wishful thinking.

Realize it's true that Zoya rejected him. Teenage girls don't want to live with a guy like him. What is wrong with wanting to be responsible? He knew he had done something unforgivable because he heartlessly continued bed sports without caring about the feelings of the teenage girl.

But that doesn't mean he's such a jerk that he's out of responsibility. Unbalanced thinking greets the wounded ego. Rejection has been done, then why should he humble himself just to do what he had thought.

Didn't Zoya just say she did not want to marry him, then there is no harm if it makes things better than one heart's desire. "You're mine, don't blame me for making you bend your knees by my side."

"Your name must be Zoya Lee Bramasta. Marrying a demon or living into hell with no certainty," a thin, slender grin adorned Lee's face, making the man look clumsy.

Lee's determination is not out of love but an ego hurt. The man smiled devil at the thought of a plan that flashed like a rocket. Darting so fast without even being asked, while on the other hand Zoya continued to rub her skin under the shower. The girl was disgusted at herself.

The shadow of Lee's face that was busy exploring his body excitedly further added to the disgust in his heart. Fed up of remembering the thing that is now dancing in his eyes. The challenging red imprint further suppressed the rest of consciousness. He felt his destiny was so unfortunate that he was mellec3hkan without feeling.

Never mind imagining, thinking about it only he never did. The scream of the heart was only her hearing but the scream of a resounding vibrating sound bounced all over the bathroom space. His hands were tired of rubbing but the traces of the devil could not be erased.

The tightness in the chest increasingly felt smashed into the wounded soul. What good is he living? After all that happened, then who would accept himself for who he was? Negative thoughts came greeting, making the girl dark-eyed. Hand grabbed the stainless liquid soap place, then tried to strengthen themselves with his foolish intentions.

Suddenly a loud noise shocked him, instantly the stainless he held pushed to slash his wrist but hatred presented insensitivity. The look of piercing nyalang eyes stared at the man who broke down the bathroom door. No words to describe.

"...,"

"Shut up! Are you crazy?" Lee runs towards Zoya. The man stared at the injured teenage girl's wrist, unceremoniously grasping at the intention of treating but instead pressed down roughly.

Zoya stepped back letting Lee look at her with a worried look covered in guilt. "Devil does not deserve to have a heart. What are you here for? Still not satisfied last night? C!h disgusting, how could a person like you be born into this world."

Zoya's innuendo sounds hot smoldering, eager to avenge it but given the situation with blood flowing. He chose to give up, then walked back a step. Hoping that his actions will provide reassurance that he will not do anything out of control again.

Unfortunately, when the greatest disappointment has destroyed humanity. There is nothing left, just like the circumstances and feelings Zoya felt. The girl laughed blandly at Lee who seemed to give up, why not last night?

The irony of Lee's personality leaves Zoya with no more judgment than one word. The devil has a human face. No matter if the man knelt down asking for forgiveness, he did not want to give an opportunity with an apology that turned hatred into a choice.

"Zoya, please we can talk about this matter carefully. Clean yourself up, change clothes, and we talk outside from heart to heart." persuaded Lee did not want to be frontal because Zoya's gaze did not want to dim even just a little.

Whatever he plans can only happen if Zoya wants to be talked to together, but if the girl remains stubborn then it becomes a hindrance. How to achieve its goal? All must have ended in vain without mutual agreement.

The teenage girl smashed her lips, she knew Lee could not be trusted. That guy's full of tricks. Once given the opportunity, it is not impossible for his life to be lost. Suudzon's? No, he was just talking about facts. Where from the observation it is clear that Lee's hands are covered in the blood of others.

That belief is still just a thought without evidence, but more than that. His life can no longer be expected just a glimpse of his memory coming to bring his consciousness back to show the way of the final decision.

Zoya leaned against the wall behind her letting her body get wet without a thread plastered clearly. The glance of his eyes fell staring at the red droplets that he could not feel the pain. The blank look in his eyes stared at the scar on his left wrist.

"What can you give. Treasure, life or get out of my life?" his tan turned back to look at Lee who returned his gaze intensely.

The question as well as the firm revelation of Zoya made Lee realize that the girl was not as weak as he thought. It was only a few seconds ago that he intended to end his life but was now ready to pounce on his opponent without mercy. Clearly, the defiant eyes did not want to be defeated.

No answer, Zoya is busy staring at him looking for proof. "You can test me, if you want to."

Too confident to bring back a bland laugh that makes Zoya's cheek smile clearly poking on the cheek. How can there be a man who has the maximum level of pede like Lee. Inexhaustible but at least now it was honest without any veiled intention.

Instead of directly answering, Zoya stepped forward to approach Lee. Step slowly but surely without turning the gaze of the eyes that are still imprinted. The air shower made him realize what to do.

"Are you sure of what you said? What if he suddenly betrays you, who will vouch for it?" Zoya puts her hand around Lee's neck. Now the distance is getting eroded so that you can hear the sound of each breath.

He did not intend to tempt the devil but his purpose was much greater and what had happened. Let it be an alarm to be careful, "As a devil you are used to burning the hopes of others. But I want you to restore my honor. Can you?"

Zoya's request is very heavy even in the medical world alone there is no such thing as restoring virginity. Lee thought hard trying to find a solution but even to the end of the world, could not find a point of enlightenment because it did not exist. The man thought too narrowly.

Lee does not realize that what Zoya means is about the future. Ninety percent of the men in this world would question a woman like her. The honor that comes from the crown of a woman but more leads to sincere acceptance without any veiled intention.

The man is indeed an adult but zero in assessing the life of a woman. Lee's silence makes Zoya laugh at the insensitivity of the devil. "You only know how to snatch but you don't know how to fix." Zoya releases her hand while pushing the body of the demon, who is jolted by her actions.

Hands up stopped Lee from answering his statement. "Don't think a demon like you can do anything. If you really want me to forget your imposition last night, ok, but meet all my conditions."

"I'll do it. Tell me what's your condition?" asked Lee who was tired of being guessed, let alone thinking about every possibility. Realize that Zoya is one of the girls with unpredictable personality.

The debate ends with a thin smile adorning Zoya's face, while on the other hand a sweet attention brings real happiness. Busy hands peeling apples but occasional eyes turned their head while calling out the small talk without taste.

"Thank you" A piece of apple he received, then a bite tasted the sweet taste refreshing. "Cobain too, Mas." The rest of the pieces of fruit he stretched out, making the man sitting in front of him enjoy a piece of apple together.

"Sugary fit but sweeter my wife, sorry yes because new can come. Next time don't hide anything from me. I hope my boyfriend understands that worrying can cause a heart attack as well" he reminded the patient who was wearing a hospital uniform despite not getting an infusion tube.

The attention he so longed for was only able to embrace togetherness. Sometimes afraid to return to their residence, her husband changed again and just busy working. Loneliness is felt when the night comes without the presence of men.

"Mas Ryan, can we just stay in a simple house?" ameera asked, looking at Ryan who was still busy peeling off the apple skin.

Well, it feels better to go back to a month ago. Even though they live together, they are always together. The egoism? I don't know because it's just an expression of his deepest heart.

It is not difficult even if you want to live abroad. Want to be a mistress, or a commoner? Life is always about choice but its power can be a shield when plans are not up to expectations. Unfortunately Ameera was too innocent to realize people slalu take advantage of his innocence.

"It can, but I hope you remember before we moved into town. You alone convinced me to come back to a world that was just about busyness. All this so that the relationship of brother and sister is not broken, then what happens now? Are the facilities that have been prepared not as expected?

"Ameera, I don't want to but once the world knows Young Master Ryan Mahendra is back, then they know there will be a storm ready to ravage the peace of many. Didn't Lee explain what the Mahendra family members were like?

"Don't think about any of this because doctors expect patients to get well soon. And so do I, eat! I want to go to the toilet for a minute." Ryan placed the fruit plate into Ameera's lap, then stood up from her seat.

The footsteps away made Ameera exhale deeply. Every word her husband spoke seemed to avoid being together. I don't know why the calm is no longer there. Is he misjudging or is he just afraid of losing?

The door closed, then took the phone out of the pants pocket. Then type some strung letters into an emergency command. It was then sent, "Sorry, but you're just a woman who's the mother-to-be of my son but not my priority."