Exchange Myself for Justice

Chapter 20

"Prepare now if you still want to meet your son!" jolt the man before leaving the room.

"What are you doing? Give me son!" I tried to chase after him, but the two men held back my steps. I accepted all the destiny I didn't want.

In this room I have been wearing the clothes of akad and Diras by a MUA. I just kept quiet, my mind couldn't escape Zafran, where he was taking my baby away. If I can rebel, I will go as far as possible with my son.

The man was really cruel, he could justify any means to launch his wish. I hate him. I was still crying so that the woman who was doing my makeup was overwhelmed because my make-up was a little messy with tears.

"Miss, stop crying, so that the make-up is not messy," said the woman is still repairing.

I tried to be firm, so that my tears would no longer drip. I'll follow the stress man's wishes. I just want my son back in my arms. After feeling quite neat and safe, the woman returned to wearing my veil. I was immediately taken out towards the middle room.

I saw the man sitting in front of the ruler, and several witnesses attended. He gave me space to sit next to him. I just didn't argue anymore, when our views met.

"How are the two brides, ready?" ask the judge.

"Ready, Sir!" answer's sure.

"All right, let's hold my hand."

The two men shook hands with each other, the judge said my name and my name clearly, but I never told anyone. I'm sure this weird guy took all my family data from the files he used to handle on his case.

With a single jolt the man uttered the sacred sentence smoothly without a hitch. And validated by a witness. Now I've become the wife of a man I hate.

"How's witness?"

"Well!"

"Well!"

"Alhamdulillah...."

The magistrate plundered Do'a for the two brides, my tears falling back, I never imagined I should marry someone I hated, even the man said his intention and purpose was to marry me just for revenge.

Today was my wedding day, but it was not the happiness I felt, but it was as if a wisp of black smoke was blocking right in my eyes so that only pain made my eyes always water. All are not in tune with the smile I'm forcing behind my veil.

The man pinned the wedding ring on my ring finger, my body trembled as his lips touched my forehead, his touch made me recall that sad night until now I was at this point, he said, all like pieces of video replayed. I don't know if it's a nightmare or if there's a wonderful plan

God is waiting for me on the other end.

It is not easy to accept unwanted circumstances. However, is not the desire for a predetermined destiny more reassuring to the mind. I may desire happiness, but I cannot forget that God alone knows best what is best for His servant.

O God, you are writing the best screenplay of my life. I will try to accept all things on Your terms. If I am not destined to live happily, then I beg to bestow that happiness on my son.

I received a helping hand from the man who is now my husband, and I kissed the back of that hand with reverence.

After the show, all the guests have left the house. I went back into my room, but my steps stopped.

I just went where he took me. I don't know why my mouth doesn't feel like talking. I just follow what he wants, I'm tired of fighting in the end this weak me has no strength to argue.

I entered a room that I thought was the master room, a room large enough for the size of a couple. This room has a masculine and romantic style design.the interior is so luxurious displayed from the walls of its neutral-colored palette, the impression of masculine is highlighted. Is he not married? because the design of the room is like a typical single man.

Ah I don't know, I don't want to ask, she's married or not, but now I'm still married to her. I still quietly observed the room carefully.

"Don't shut up, change your clothes!" tell him as he passes me who is still glued.

When I wanted to take a step, I felt the source of my son's life throbbing pain was already full. Back in my memory of Zafran, where he hid it, I haven't seen my son in hours.

"I want to give breast milk to my son. Please give her to me now," I told her that I was choosing a change of clothes in a walk-in closet.

"Your son is safe, he's been looking for the best sufor. Now finish your duties as a wife."

As soon as my heart ached to hear my son being given formula milk, what was in this man's brain. What if my son why-why if the formula does not match him.

"What are you doing? Why are you giving her formula? What if it doesn't fit in with him?" my sargah doesn't accept.

"If it's not suitable, you can find another one" he replied so casually.

"Are you crazy? You made my son for experimental material? Why are you so mean!" I'm not less upset.

"Follow all I want! Now change your clothes, use this!" she threw a transparent dress that made my eyes perfectly round. All my life I've never worn clothes lacking that material.

"No! I don't want it before I give ASI to my Son!" I argue firmly.

"You wouldn't have met the baby if you dared to argue with me!"

I approached the man and took the clothes. "Well, I'll use it, I'll serve as you wish. But remember, Lord, your highness! The more you bully me, the more my heart dies. You may be able to enjoy my body, but not my heart! You're just gonna feel like you're playing with a pe la cur out there!" Press me with teary eyes.

He approached me with a flaming look, his hands clenched tightly back. I slowly retreated backwards until I stuck at the dresser.

Praangggs!

As well as the glass was shattered scattered in the room. I covered my ears with a broken cry.

"Why do you always argue with me?!!" Strike it and go back to hit the rest of the glass that is still attached to the dresser.

There was no wind, no rain, my body shivered and immediately slumped, my tears broke, I hid my face on my knees. I'm really afraid of facing this Man's temperament. He's still standing in front of me.

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