Dust of Love
Abduction 3
Forests, usually have a characteristic that is dense foliage and woody plants.
Cold air still feels touching the skin. Morning dew still adorns the leaves. Sayup-sayup felt the caress of morning sunlight.
The chirping of birds splitting the morning silence is accompanied by a golden yellow light that makes us wake up from a dream. Even the cold morning breeze seems to increase our spirit to start the day, it feels so fresh and comfortable.
"Wake up. wake up. It's good that you're still sleeping" said the bodyguard.
Last night, Reza was in a lot of pain when she whipped Surya's guards. For Surya, it was nothing more than what was done to his daughter.
It turned out that there was still his conscience that wanted to strictly forbid not to touch Delia in the slightest. Surya does not want to hurt women both physically and mentally, because he considers himself if the hurt is his mother and wife.
"You don't see me, I'm still sick" said Reza who slightly relaxed.
"Master alone hurts women are not sick, gini time is already sick" said one of the solar guards who was whipping Reza for umpteenth time.
"Hey..don't insult my husband sir!!" delia's protest was not accepted by the bodyguard's ridicule.
"Delia" said Reza, who did not want his wife to follow.
"If you want to hurt me, hurt me right now. But don't hurt him" said Reza, who looked into Delia's eyes.
"Good boy, you are all this pantes" said Surya who suddenly came from behind.
"Om Solar. I beg you not to hurt my wife" Reza said, pleading.
"Son, listen to what I'm saying. No matter how hard I treat you, no matter what your wife does to my daughter, a Surya never hurts a woman even touching her would never. Because om knows, the woman is noble" explained Surya who suddenly let out his tears because he remembered his daughter, Vira.
"My daughter, Vira. He never hurt me but instead you hurt him!. Even though he was already big, still my love for him never decreases" added Surya.
"Om, Reza sold it all to Vira for a reason" Reza said.
"What reason?! she's less beautiful then? less sexy? or what ha...answer!" surya asked who was angry.
"Bu-not that om, Vira is beautiful but .. but Reza there is another reason to leave the princess om" said Reza money getting bitter when he saw Surya was angry.
"What's the reason, son!" surya asked with a look at the bead of Reza's eyes.
"Sometimes I will go to om. But now, Reza can't explain because Reza is still bound by a promise with someone" Reza replied.
"Yes, it's up to you, son. For om, now is the time for you to get punished" said Surya with a sneaky grin.
"Guard, punish him in addition to the caning. Today, make him ticklish to laugh out loud" Surya told his guards.
The bodyguards also directly touched the part, where the part when touched was amused.
In the body has one point or part that can feel tingly, for example the soles of the feet, armpits, or the back of the neck.
When someone touches or tickles the spot, it will usually result in amused reflection and laughter. Terawa and amused is what is now the ruler in the body of Reza.
A variety of laughs were issued by Reza. Until finally ...
"Om, I beg you, tell your guards to stop. I am no longer able .. Hah hah" said Reza who while talking.
"Why stop? want a more severe punishment? or what?!" surya Bentak.
"If you want my law, the law is dead. Instead of being tired of punishing me" said Reza who had resigned to his life flow.
"It's not that easy, son, you should be punished first my new death sentence. If I were to sentence you to death, I think you would be tortured there. How is it that torment now??!! Haha" said Surya who then followed by a loud laugh.
Various blows and whips floated right on Reza's body.
Dodge?
I don't think it's. No matter how hard we run, we will never come back. What we live in is a forest and I don't know the way, only they know. Maybe I should find a way to get out of here.
Thought Delia while daydreaming.
"Miss wants to get out of here, right? don't be rash, miss. Miss does not know the direction of this road, maybe later miss lost and I will be scolded by Mr. Surya" said one of the guards who knew the contents of Delia's brain.
"Gue knows" said Delia who was not aware of his words.
"Miss wants out?" ask the guard again.
"Eh e-not really " replied Delia who had realized from her daydream.
"Well, if you're any kind of miss, I'll report it to you" threatened one of the guards who later died in Delia's place.
There was even someone more miserable than Reza, which was Delia. Delia felt her body half gone when she saw her husband being tortured.
Only tears bear witness to the incident.
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"Zan, have you met yet? Delia and her husband were bre**thesek" Arga upset when she mentioned Reza's name.
"Not yet sir. Did you put the GPS on Miss Delia's phone?" ask Zan, his secretary.
"Ah shit, I forgot to put the GPS on him" said Arga who was frustrated.
"It's okay, sir, I will send all your men to find the location where Miss Delia is now" explained Zan who did not want to add to the problem.
"Good Zan, I'm proud to have lo that can be copied. Promise Zan not to let mom and dad know about this" Reza said.
"If that I can't promise you" Zan replied with a bow.
"Why" Arga wonders to Zan.
"Because the promise is heavy, sir, as the author said yesterday .. hehe" replied Zan with his song.
"Where are you, which author knows that you promised me" Arga whispered to Zan.
"Don't talk like that sir, the author will hear he will skip us from the novel story he made" replied Zan who was no less whispered to Arga.
"No Zan" said Arga, patting Zan on the shoulder.
"What won't?" the author suddenly said that he heard the conversation.
"No thor, no Zan" said Arga, winking one eye at Zan.
"I-iya thor" replied Zan.
"Well, if you talk about the author in the back" Author said while looking intently into their eyes.
"No thor" Arga and Zan said at the same time.
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