CHASING THE PEARL OF HEAVEN

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Allahumma Shalli'alaa Sayyidina Muhammad

Wa'alaa'alihi Sayyidina Muhammad.

"Keep your hands off my body!"

Azam whispered threateningly, the young man did not like Asha to think about them. Rosalin really ignited her anger.

But apparently Rosalin had to be dragged to a mental hospital, the woman bravely even kissed Azam's back. Asha turned her face away with a cry without a sound.

"I warn you of prostitutes! I will not hesitate to kill a woman like you!!!"

Satan, all hell! Azam turned nimble to snatch the gun from Rosalin's hand and brandished it right on the woman's forehead. But that second also all laughed grinning at him, did not escape the woman also gave a mock facial treat. Azam lost heavily in this foul game, he slammed the gun in his hand angrily. Not a single bullet filled his slot to fire at all of them.

"All of you..."

Azam felt breathless a few minutes later until he had trouble speaking. The young man felt a syringe stuck in his back and he memorized exactly what kind of curse liquid was given to him.

Seconds later the room became spinning and the men became blur at Azam's sight. The young man could not help himself as his feet fell to the floor, it felt hot, his body as if it was hurting itself. The hotter, the desire to relieve the heat the higher soaring.

In that corner, Fahmi was like a corpse lying horribly. There's no sign he still has a life. I don't know how much medicine Steven had forced into his mouth so that Fahmi stopped fighting. The fact that he could not protect Asha made him give up even more on the orders of those bastards. But the existence of Fahmi a little ignored, because Azam has become the axis of the moon - their monthly.

Asha watched Azam's facial water change anxiously, his face flushed awkwardly with cold sweat pouring out.

"Azam...?"

Asha called him slowly. It was unexpected that the girl's soft voice made her even more tormented. Azam became very sensitive just because of a sound, Asha calls as if giving an electric shock to his entire bloodstream. Azam wanted to pull the girl up and kiss her right now before she exploded and destroyed herself.

"You fucking bitch!!!"

Azam gushed, Rosalin casually smiled and stepped closer to him.

Seeming content to see his victims increasingly helpless, he shamelessly opened one by one the buttons of his clothes in front of everyone.

"Well, the good news is my love. We can do what was delayed in the hotel room that time, but this time it has to be in front of the girl!"

Rosalin touched Azam's jaw with her fingers to force the young man to glance towards Asha who was crying watching them.

"Azam, remember Allah and ask HIM for help. You can fight it!"

Azam could not hear because suddenly his ears turned soundproof. All he could catch was a faint - faint sound from a distance that remembered him to return. While Rosalin left only the interior of the shirt and skirt, the woman was in droves of naughty whistles from the criminals when her hands began to encourage Azam's body to lie on the dirty floor.

"Oh my God,!"

Asha closed her eyes, her heart was already broken to pieces.

"You can't turn me down anymore, sweety...!"

The sound of a Molotov cocktail explosion shook the building. Rosalin fell rolling from Azam's body until her head hit a hole, seconds later blood flowed from her temple. Ash smoke - blackened ash soaring high cover the eyes, then there is a frenzy.

Brawl and blunt force blows, explosions at the foot of the stairs shook the cries of Elhakim and his friends. And the figure of Iqbal Dirgantara who scratched his hand milling in front of his nose.

"Asha..where is Asha?"

"Fahmi.search Fahmi!"

Azam tried hard to sit down, in between his consciousness the young man crawled into the room to recuperate. The noise is getting louder, surely the situation is getting worse. But Azam was crouching like a fool. His body was getting hot and burning.

Damn it, why did Asha have to first find it? The girl stood up in a beautiful pink dress that was torn - torn. His body looks weak and Azam just pulled it to finish everything. The pain must have stopped. Well, Azam needs Asha right now.

"Azam! Are you okay?"

The girl wanted to approach him who was rendering the wall full of panic. Nah! Asha will regret for a lifetime.

"Stop, don't come near me!"

Azam was agitated and looked to be suffering tremendously. The effect of the injection spreads rapidly throughout the body like a poison. His breath was like a wild horse race as he stared at Asha with a misty look.

"I said Stop ! You won't know how dangerous I am to you right now, Asha...!"

Azam died - the dead held the urge in him. His hands trembled as he reached into something from his pants pocket.

"Azam! What are you doing?"

The sharp, shiny folding knife was held out before Azam's eyes, the pointy end of which swung on the young man's arm until it spontaneously made Asha scream.

"No! O God, what are you doing Azam? God!"

Azam looked at the girl in despair.

"I said never come near!"

There is no other way, the effect will stop if Azam injures himself until he is unconscious. Azam needs a diversion to reduce the side effects. Azam sliced his arm under his veins. Even the wound will feel better than the desire to fondle Asha.

"Ashe! Asha! Where are you son?"

The sound of Iqbal Dirgantara and the pounding of his military boots resonated in Asha's hearing. Like getting a breath of fresh air, the girl screamed hysterically. It is often said to Allah that He has extended help.

"here's Pa! In the middle room! Please Azam, he's seriously injured!"

Dirga's condition is messy, did not have time to cuddle with his daughter. He ran to Azam, who was lying down with blood and helped Azam sit down.

"What kind of sex drops is this? Who injected you with Khairul Azam?"

Dirga cried when examining Azam with one look.

Elhakim and Ivory ran into the room and threw the gun.

"Bang Azam!"

Both are full of terrible wounds, but still worried about Azam.

"Asha, handkerchief or whatever you got out quick. Come on!"

Asha the confusion got Dirga's order to arrive - arrived, he brought nothing.

Azam held Dirga's hand, reached into something in his pants pocket.

"I brought a handkerchief!"

Asha was riveted, the handkerchief was the handkerchief she gave when Azam was pecked at the snake. The cloth was stiff and full of dried blood.

Azam still kept it.

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