Fazila Titipan From Heaven(2)

Fazila's request!

Two hours before the arrival of Refal.

In a magnificent three-story house, sat a handsome man while enjoying his dinner. From afar He looked like a priceless beautiful painting. The physical perfection and wealth that He had added perfect value to him. Unfortunately, it is too closed. No one had ever met him except a business associate who was really close to him. He is too limiting from others who he thinks do not bring influence to his life and business. No need to blame him, because all this time he always thought there was nothing more important in this world than Money. Is He wrong? It all depends on how someone wants to live their life.

"Boss... There's good news, Alan Wijaya's daughter is already in our control. Now, our men are keeping him in a barn not far from here!" Report Sky while putting the tablet next to Abbas' left.

"Are we going to that store tonight or tomorrow? If the Boss wants to leave now, I'll get his car ready." Connect with Sky again. He spoke confidently, but his head bowed perfectly.

"Begging your men to take him to a secret place. I don't want to take any chances. I'm sure all his family members are like hot worms looking for his whereabouts." Said Abbas with a bitter smile. He was so happy he could not say another word.

"Boss, what steps are you going to take? Are you gonna finish him off now?" Sky ventured to ask, when in fact his heart felt fear, he was afraid that Abbas would beat him like he used to.

"I'll think about it, and we'll see him tomorrow. Is there any important information regarding investing in Japan?"

"Yes, Boss. Everything is in the email. Boss can check, if Boss agrees, I'll send them a reply." Report Sky, this time he walked up to Abbas. Standing to the left of the man while waiting for his next order.

Netra Abbas perfectly rounded, he stared intently at the tablet screen in his hand. The face that had been looking serious all of a sudden published a charming smile. The confused looking Sky did not dare to ask.

"Sky, get the car ready. We're gonna go get that woman." Abbas said. There was no rebuttal from Sky, He immediately walked towards the trunk while carrying the confusion that filled his chest cavity.

On the other hand, there are people who feel happy. And on the other hand, there was Fazila who was feeling the pain. For the first time in his life he felt this much fear. His voice sounded hoarse, since then he shouted, begging to be released. No one heard his screams. The stronger Fazila screamed, the greater the sound of laughter that was mocking him from behind the door.

"Take me off!" Fazila shouted for the umpteenth time, her throat hurting.

"You're all cowards! If you dare, untie my arms and legs, we'll prove who wins." Fazila said as she kicked at the door made of wood. Yes, currently Fazila was sitting by the door. He sat there because he thought no one heard his screams so no one came to his aid.

For a moment, Fazila looked into the middle-aged man's eyes. His eyes turned red, and his tall body gave off a very strong drinky smell. It felt like Fazila wanted to vomit, she was goosebumps, She realized she was dealing with a savage Man.

Oh Allah... What am I supposed to do? My hands and feet are tied, I won't be able to protect myself even if I want to. Fazila's mind while inching backwards to hit the wall.

"Don't you want to prove you're very good at dueling? Now let's prove it." Said the man in a high tone of voice. He walked up to Fazila, because the drunken man could not even stand up straight.

"Oahhhh! Lassess!" Fazila shouted, He who had been determined not to cry finally cried as well as the blue robe that wrapped his slender body in a tear on the right arm. Fazila's body felt numb.

"Hiks.Hiks. Unhand me!" Fazila struggled with the rest of the energy he had.

"Aren't you a hotshot? Now show me how strong you are when you're under me!" Said the brash man while slapping Fazila.

Poor Fazila, there's nothing he can do with his hands and feet tied. Only God knows how much fear is currently filling his chest cavity.

Oh Allah... When I feel this much fear, there is nothing I can count on to help me but you. If I have ever done the slightest good, I beg you to help me out of this misfortune for that good.

Oh Allah... As long as I pray to you, though I never feel disappointed. This time it's the same. Please, show me your miracle, help me. Hiks.Hiks. Fazila's cry broke as the brash man came back to her and tore off her left sleeve. The burly body pushed Fazila until he hit the wall hard enough.

Oh Allah... If this is the end of my story, I beg you, forgive my sin and give strength to the family I will leave behind.

Oh Allah... This is my plea, a plea that you keep me away from this calamity. Fazila muttered again. Before He lost consciousness, He heard a loud gunshot.

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