Dusk In Eye Pelupuk

Blind love.

In a large room, on a king-size bed Jena's small body seemed to shake. The fear of the figure before him made the woman almost cry, how could the man she had once known so well perform this act of unworthiness.

"You are my soul mate!, you are my dead love Jena."

Looking at the man fixedly, it was unexpected that a feeling he called love had changed him.

Slowly breathing"Let go of me, we are no longer a match," Jena said again.

"No! have you forgotten the promise we made before, until death do us part. It's okay if you've already married the boy, just think we're even because I've married Tiara," those eyes look like never before, I don't know what kind of life he's been through since he split from Jena, the God he's now not the God he used to know.

Trying to untie the rope that tied his hands together, Jena ignored the crazy words of a God who also started to go crazy.

Trained, the man went back up on the bed, holding the woman's cheek very gently "Dear, I know you still love me. You know I still love you too. Remember how happy our old house was."

Jena threw away a glance, rejecting the man's invitation to look at each other. If only his hands and feet were not tied, it was very desirable for him to slap even a God at this time. His brain has been damaged, perhaps with a little slap from Jena then the man will be aware of his crazy actions.

"Let go of me God! you're crazy!, I don't even have feelings for you."

"Yes!!! look at me!," holding both of Jena's cheeks with a hint of coercion.

"You've come in this wedding dress, if not love, then on what basis do you come up with this look, honey?" she continued with a laugh.

"I didn't come by myself, you kidnapped me!! realize God. You committed a crime!," Oath of death, Jena was completely fed up with the deity's behavior. The man's treatment successfully kills the remnants of love that are still lodged in the soul. Slowly sowing seeds of hatred and disappointment.

"You disgusting God, that love is dead," he sizzled trying to escape.

The words scratched the heart that had been wounded, the desire to return to the household ark with him became more and more.

"I'm disgusting??? what was my attitude that made you feel disgusted?," again pulling back Jena's gaze, the man's hand finally held tightly onto Jena's cheek.

Staring at the God of nyalang"Yes! I'm sick of you. I hate you God, you ruined my wedding," the voice began to rise. Emotions in his chest surged up, inviting tear circles to show themselves on both cheeks.

Seeming frustrated, God ruffled his hair until it looked more and more messy"I did this for our love, for our happiness Jena."

Jena squinted both eyes"Love?? what kind of love do you have God? you dumped me, and when Tiara failed to give you a child you took me back? you're a very cruel God," he scolded with clashing breath. Saying that brought back his old wounds, as strong and as loud as he was, if he remembered that then his spirit would soon be gone.

Having the woman cry, the wounded little heart grew even more painful. Not wanting to linger hurting his woman, God grabbed a cell phone and spoke to someone.

"Darling don't cry, come on, forget our dark times. We can start everything from scratch" he said before the call.

Flashing fast"No God...," Jena's words choked when someone's voice came from God's phone.

The woman then shouted "Please!!!" cried Jena. I hope someone on the other end of the phone can help.

Getting out of bed, the God dodged before continuing the conversation with that person.

"Whoever help me!!!," cried Jena again. Throwing herself up from the bed, Jena dragged her body towards the door. The gods only looked at him, his focus still being on their conversation on the phone.

After closing the call, the limping God stepped closer to Jena"Hehehe, the help will come soon dear, pak Penghulu who will marry us will be present in the next 5 minutes," the laughter that used to always invite swish in the heart, feels scary this time.

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Up to an old house building, a large courtyard filled with wild plants and large trees. The atmosphere was very helpful for Agam's reconnaissance, settling down he was still watching the movements of the three men on the veranda.

One of them was dressed as an ustadz, complete with a black peci on his head. The sound of the car made Agam duck among the bushes, his two eyes peeking to find out who had come.

"Bang!," he called out in a distressed voice as he saw Arkan lowering the windshield.

Guiding Gibran to park the car across the street on cue, Agam kept a close eye on the men standing at the mouth of the residence's door.

One of the three men received a phone call, and before long the recipient took the man dressed as ustadz to enter the house.

The arrival of Arkan and the gang made the man who was left behind scream while entering the house. Not wanting to waste a chance, with a single kick the door that was almost closed was made damaged by Arkan.

Angga and Gibran are aghast, the oldest brother's action is like an actor in an action movie"Buset! the door of the house bang people," Gibran said spontaneously.

"From thinking about that door, you better think of a way to fight these great men" whispered Gibran as he swallowed the saliva.

Unexpectedly, the three men were only visible outside. While five men with large muscular stature were gathered in the living room. The arrival of guests is not invited, of course, makes them unbutton their sleeves and raise them up to the elbow.

"You are disturbing our residence" said a man who appeared to be the leader among them.

"We did not come without cause, I saw my wife brought forcibly into your residence" said Agam.

"Hahahahah," the large crowd laughed out loud.

"So, you were the beautiful, smooth husband of that woman."

That speech made Agam's jaw harden, ah no! not just Agam. Gibran took off the belt he was wearing"It appears that the peaceful path will not be visible to Gam. Look at their disgusting faces, it's obvious they won't let us take Jena's sister away."

Arkan holds Gibran's shoulder"Say, where the woman is. We'll just take him home" he stared at the head of the thug group.

"Come home???? hahahahhaha," again they laughed so loosely.

"Ash!!! they underestimate us bang!," hissed Angga.

The presence of someone upstairs grabbed Agam's attention, their gazes met, and without a care the screams of the big men Agam tried to go upstairs.

Holding tightly onto Agam's arm, one of the big men blocked him.

"Yet!!!," a fist with maximum strength knocked the man down.

"Brengs3k!! block the man," said the chairman.

Even the noise cannot be avoided. Arkan who was a fighting expert stretched his body for a moment. Long time not doing this fun sport, now comes the time for the right moves he can take out again.

"Return up Gam, hand them over to us" Arkan exclaimed.

Once in doubt, the attack of the muscular man provoked the reckless soul of an Angga sticking up. Saying bismillah, the smiling man showed his fangs today.

Gibran, armed with a black belt that had coiled around his waist, blindly twisted and attacked the thugs.

Falling awake still they go through, even though they bleed they will not give up easily. Upstairs, Agam's journey chasing the Gods is still in the way of another big man. Armed with the emotions of the man who never fought did not think he was strong enough against a man who was bigger than him.

"Please!!," Jena's shout from inside the room made her guts even bolder. The sharp object directed at him did not make Agam afraid in the least.

The presence of Arkan helped ambush the sharp-armed man was very helpful, so immediately Agam barged into the room.

In the corner of the room, in the arms of the Gods, Jena was still tied to her feet and hands. The woman continued to cry in fear.

Not far from them, the man dressed as ustadz seemed to tremble.

"Make us marry quickly!!," the Lord jolted to her.

Looking pale, the old man shook his head"Sorry sir, I told you from the beginning. This marriage can't be straightened out."

"You're right, they can't get married. That woman is my wife...."

"Bug!!," a beam landed on Agam's shoulder. Make the man slump to the floor immediately.

Clasping his fingers firmly, Agam turned around and brutally hit the big man.

The god pulled the ruler by force"Forget useless things, just marry us quickly."

Jena thrashed, even her legs and hands looked injured. There was a sense of compassion when witnessing that situation. But the determination to be Jena's husband again makes God blind to it.

To be continued...

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