Bismillah I Chose You
Part 31 | The Divine Power
"Life and death are inevitable destinies, for in reality all men will return. Back to the Divine Rabbi. "
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A small shabby room with dust scattered everywhere really managed to stifle the chest, the darkness also contributed to add a sinister and terrible impression that is very gripping from the place of uninhabitable. Seen a woman with a tangled and dirty clothes sitting on a wooden chair, hands and feet bound, do not forget also her mouth is deliberately covered with cloth. Slowly but surely his eyes blinked a few times. His narrow net is getting narrower when he does not see anyone other than himself. Sweat had already begun to pour down his forehead, there was nothing he could do but move his body that was bound so strongly. His natural red lips looked slightly paled, he was only able to bite his inner lips to withstand the turmoil in the chest that he was unable to describe. What the hell is going on? Where is he now?
There was the sound of the door squealing up ahead, doubtfully the woman looked up and scrutinized the person before her. A large strapping body, long hair, and do not forget the face cover that hides the identity of the man. Fear becomes more and more pervasive as the person walks towards him. Trying to scream and untie his legs and arms but to no avail. He was only able to recite dhikr and pray that the Creator would protect him. Now only God can help him, leaving everything to the Divine Rabbi.
"It's waking up apparently," he said with a sharp eye that made Shandra shudder in horror. All his life this time he felt something like this.
The woman could do nothing but stand still and move the chair that was supporting her weight. I wanted to scream as loud as he could, but what power it all could not do. Shandra tried hard to get rid of the dirty hands that had dared to hold her chin. He does not like and does not want to be touched by just any man, especially a man who is not his mahram. Shandra's breath hunted fast as the cloth that had been smothering her mouth was deliberately released violently. He looked at the wrath of someone in front of him.
"Take me off!" shandra exclaimed in a high tone of voice, the first thing for her to snap and act like that. The belittling laughter that came out from the heartless man in front of her really made Shandra even more fed up and inflamed.
"I've been looking forward to this day for a long time! You are under my control." The man's laughter grew louder and intimidated Shandra.
"What exactly do you want? Stop and don't come any closer!" shandra shouted as the man returned to touch her face. He was not treated like that.
"Just want to play around a little bit" he said, who was so relaxed to take out a knife in the pocket of the jacket he used. Shandra's breath was stuck in the esophagus, as the man played a sharp and dangerous device right in front of both eyes.
"Aaa.. aa... What do you want to do?!" Shandra's head shook her head several times. He was scared, really scared. There was another life he had to guard against the man's cruelty.
"Let'soo!" shrieked Shandra with her eyes tightly shut as the man raised his knife into the air ready to be thrust at her.
The sound of laughter that was so thunderous made the woman re-open her eyes slowly. "Don't be afraid, Beautiful I just want to play around!" Shandra's chest rose and fell, even more so when the man walked around her.
"Do you recognize me, Mrs Farhan?" Shandra's mouth tightened in disbelief when she saw the face of a man her father's age. Shandra's head felt dappled as the man showed a graceful female frame that she was familiar with.
"Sarah," Shandra's great-grandson with a mind that's been drifting somewhere. Whatdoes thatmean? His brain was so scared to think about all this. What the hell is going on?
"But before the hero came you were gone! Just like your husband took the lives of my daughter and future grandchildren!" Netra Shandra was slightly closed digesting the words of the person. Now he understands and understands why he's in this filthy warehouse.
Sarah, the woman who had been present in the life of her husband and the old man who was still perfectly gallant was the father of a woman named Sarah. Shandra shook her head slowly thinking about the bad possibilities that could have taken her life and the baby. No, she would never let anyone hurt her child.
"My husband is not a killer. It was purely an accident!" sela Shandra with eyes that have started to glaze over. She didn't accept her husband being labeled a murderer until he killed two lives at once.
The man's laughter returned deafening. "Accident?!" The man arrogantly shook his head. "His life must be paid for with life! And now it's my turn to lead you to death faster! Shouldn't something good be quickened?!" Shandra moved her head to the right and to the left with sweat that was already flooding her forehead and face.
The man grew even happier when he saw his prey so frightened. He had been waiting for this time for a long time, his hands were already itching and wanted to finish off the weak creatures before him immediately. He was patient enough to give his toys time to have a little fun and forget the events that so inflamed him to not accept. The only daughter of his puppet died along with the grandchild, his wife is now admitted to a mental hospital because of the loss of the princess. And now it's time for him to avenge the suffering of the two women he loved so much. Since one month ago he has been waving war flags on men who are his daughter's ex-lovers, but it did not produce any results at all, and the only way to destroy Farhan is to eliminate his wife, the pregnant woman who is now right in front of him.
The call came from Farhan, it proved that the young man who became the sole heir of the business empire of Paradise was very reliable and could not be underestimated. Its existence is very influential in the world of business until quickly and easily the man managed to find its existence. Maybe a few more minutes Farhan will appear soon and foil the plans he had carefully arranged for months to come. No, he won't let that happen. He must immediately eliminate the life of the woman who is now covered in sweat and tears in front of him. Now or not at all!
The loud thumping sound so disturbed the two humans inside the dark room. The man named Subroto quickly floated a knife that had been in his hand.
Shandra quickly closed her eyes. "Let'soo!" The shriek so loud it sounded so jarring. The woman's breath was up and down with an irregular tempo. A few seconds later her net opened again and found her blood-soaked husband down there. Tears just flowed from both corners of the net, staring around the room with a blank look of disbelief. When someone helped to untie her legs and hands, she immediately collapsed sitting next to her husband.
"Mas" she said, who had brought the husband's head over his lap. With sobbing and sobbing she hugged her husband who was still slightly opening her eyes.
"Take my husband to the hospital! Why are you just quiet!" shandra yelled at some of Farhan's men who had just watched and secured Subroto.
"Bim.. bim.. bim...bing... Shan..," he said decapitatedly. Shandra shook her head with tears that were flowing more and more. Weakly Farhan grasped the hand of his beloved wife. Both of his neutrals were already soaked by tears, but the smile full of relief from saving his wife and also his future son was very beautifully imprinted on Farhan's pale face.
The man who was weak and powerless tried hard to say two sentences of shahada before his eyes were completely closed. Shandra who could not bear to see her husband in trouble and with a heavy heart she obeyed the request of the man who was her status as her husband, accompanied by a sobbing she chanted the word monotheism right beside her husband's ear. With a faltering voice, Farhan was finally able to finish a piece of his Islamic sign. Shandra grew sobbing when her husband's two neutrals were completely covered so tightly. God has taken his angel of salvation.
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