Bloody Bond

Chapter 41

"Sister!" Syafa. Fahri mercilessly hits Dunka's face.

Naxila screamed her husband's body so as not to get hit so many times. Bejo also took part in driving away.

"Patience, Ri!"

"You okay?" Naxila's worried.

"Sister. You calm yourself. It's not what you think."

"We're talking somewhere safe." The horn of the vehicle makes Bejo have to pull Fahri's hand and take him to the truck.

And Shafa followed him from behind. Bejo signs for Dunka to follow him.

Arriving at a lesehan food stall. Bejo asked the waiter for ice cubes. Leave it to Naxila to compress Dunka's wounds.

"Why did you do that to my sister?"

"Sister!"

"Fahri, relax. They're innocent." In the sense that both husband and wife is certainly legitimate just make out anywhere.

"You deliberately teased Syafa. Then what do you want to prove now?"

"Sorry!" Lirih Dunka looked at his wife. Naxila. "Sorry!" Clasped Naxila's hand tighter and kissed her. Fahri squeaks fed up.

"I had to do it." This time his gaze turned to the three people before him.

Fahri and Bejo frowned in wonder. Didn't Dunka like Syafa? Why apologize now?

"My mom and I have made plans. You guys sure know that. And I was a pawn for their cause. Naxila cannot get pregnant. That's why I was told to marry again."

"Coward!"

"Mary...!"

"A man dares to double and then quibbles to his mother. It's ridiculous!"

"You don't know the problem." Dunka.

"The problem is with you." Fahri rose up "Forget Syafa. She will never marry you!" Fahri pulls Syafa's arm then goes from there.

Dunka is a plan guy. First ask for his blessing. Then argue that all of that is the will of others. Where is the responsibility of that man? Think Fahri.

"Wait!" Dunka ran down Fahri's street. "It's for you too!"

"I...!" Dunka nodded. Fahri again took Syafa away not pestering at all Dunka's talk that sounded a joke.

"Mom knows if you like each other." Shouted Dunka.

"That's great!" Fahri really left. Dunka is doing hair.

"He's very stubborn." Bejo who was standing beside her commented.

"Why don't you persuade him?"

"For what?" Shoot indifferent shoulders.

"Bejo.you know everything but why just shut up. Or...!" Dunka pointed Bejo in the face with his index finger.

"Or what?" Bejo challenges Dunka. Dunka couldn't have continued his words. "Aren't you the one who seduced Syafa. Just admit it. Loser!"

"Bejo.help me cancel that wedding."

Bejo smiled cynically. Passed away without a word.

"Darling, do you really not love Syafa?" Naxila is approaching.

Dunka stared deeply into his wife's eyeballs. He couldn't possibly be honest even though at first the feeling really existed.

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The wedding ceremony is really happening soon. Shafa was dressed so beautifully. The marriage she did not expect.

"Where's brother? Why haven't you arrived yet?" Several times his eyes saw the tightly shut door.

In fact, Fahri did not visit Syafa until a wedding car came to pick him up.

"Syafa.the car's coming, son. Come on!" Sibu found her son sitting in front of the dresser uneasily.

Ah, there's no way he'd tell me if he had other plans with Fahri.

"Your brother's gone first."

Whahuh? Didn't my sister say...

"Come, Son! We've been waiting for a lot of people."

Syafa according to him. They started getting in the car.

"Eh, Sibu forgot something. Sibu's down for a minute, kid!"

Where is that thing? Why isn't there anyway? Inner Sibu.

While the driver in front grinned evilly.

"Mas, Sibu hasn't returned yet." Syafa of course panicked himself only alone but the car had already sped away from home.

"Mas, stop the car. We have to wait for Sibu." Say Syafa again.

Shafa's mind grew increasingly confused when he realized that the path they were going through was not the direction to the place of his marriage to Dunka.

"Mas, it looks like we're going in the wrong direction." Syafa tries to convince the driver to return.

Whahuh? She's deaf pretending not to hear anyway.

"Mas!"

The car is still going faster than before. When Syafa voiced his desire then at that time the car would go faster again. Syafa grew so frightened that he was only able to stay still, looking down while putting both hands on his head.

The driver just grinned. Watching his passengers through the rearview mirror.

The car started to slow down. Slowly Shafa straightened his body. He looks around.

Now what is seen is the view of the mountains with rice fields transverse below. Then the beautiful hills with various corn plants and also other polowijo. There are chilies, tomatoes, and nuts. Everything looks fresh green. Then it looks like a whitewashed house lined around only ten houses. Then the hills again. The house also looks a little far from the previous house.

Syafa now goes through a traditional market. Quite crowded when compared to the existence of a little house. Next to the market is a high school. The school kids are out of class. Their uniforms are different from those of separate buildings. There are three separate buildings with one large courtyard in the center.

"That's lovely. It must be a park." Saying Shafa unconsciously. Flowers bloom around the garden. Identical to the colors purple and orange. It looks lonely because it is late in the day. The homes are also getting crowded.

"Who are you really?" Syafa was still confused by the person in front of him. Why bring him here? Shouldn't this driver have taken Syafa to Dunka's house? More precisely the Yusniar family.

The house of Syafa. Sibu shouted loudly looking for the whereabouts Syafa had not yet found. He calls Bejo and tells him to find Syafa.

The groom's family has been waiting for a long time. They're starting to get caught up. Some people even gossiped and started to sneer. Fortunately, the invited guests were only relatives.

"Darling, it looks like the girl ran away on her wedding day." Naxila whispered to her husband.

"Shush."

Naxila was back.

From the outside sounding pantofel shoes echoed filled the room. Everyone looked towards the source of the voice. The middle-aged man with an intimidating cold aura.

Yesterday he had a chance to see the necklace worn by his future son-in-law. This time he wanted to ascertain the authenticity of the necklace.

Yusniar inched a bit of his expensive suit sleeve. Time exceeded the planned schedule.

"What kind of marriage is this, Dunka?" A heavy voice filled the room. Everyone was suddenly silent. The middle-aged man was respected by everyone.

"Maybe in a minute, Pa! The bride is coming."

"Please!" Of course, the word is directed at Syafa who does not appreciate his son, Dunka.

"We'll wait a minute, Pa! Maybe ...!"

"Ten minutes." Yusniar said, which means that if ten minutes pass, then the marriage passes. It means void.

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"Where are we?"

Syafa is skeptical of seeing a minimalist home with monochrome paint in modern style. Around it emblazoned real natural charm of the mountains.

The driver who took Syafa drove around the car and opened the door. The man in the black hat raised his hat high.

"You... how can it be?"

To be continued