Forced to Marry a Bad Fig

Nyctophobes

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The orange spray went out instantly when the time of the sunset to the contest. The afternoon breeze gently slammed into Akbar's face. The man's eyes were closed with a deeply wrinkled forehead. As if something was troubling his mind.

Akbar then stepped inside his room. Pick up the car keys and wallet and leave with tightly clenched hands.

Meanwhile, Kirana who had just finished her first shoot was sitting on one of the chairs with a hand holding a drink.

"Kira!" Kirana looked at Dita who was walking towards her.

"I go first, there is a sudden business" said Dita with a worried look.

"Ok" Kirana said with a soothing smile. He knew the look of Dita's worried face was for him.

"Buruan yaa, if it's up to my home news." Kirana nodded. Dita then left Kirana alone. Realizing that the room was already quiet, Kirana rushed to tidy up her belongings.

"Not home yet?" Kirana jumped in shock to almost fall to the floor if not for a burly hand grabbing her waist.

"Lepasin sir," Kirana said slowly while away. Bagas released his hand which made the two bodies so close.

"Sorry," said Bagas, smiling awkwardly.

"No papa sir," said Kirana while returning to clean up some of his goods. He tried to forget what happened.

"Excuse me sir" said Kirana as she passed by Bagas Gerald. Bagas's face changed. As if offended just ignore it. He then took a deep breath.

"Wait!" Kirana turned her body and looked at Bagas

"Do I need to take you?" tanya Bagas seriously. Kirana smiled then shook her head.

"No need sir, I can take a taxi." not just because it's uncomfortable for the man in front of him. But because she also does not want Bagas to know the address of her apartment to know that Kirana is married and lives with her husband.

"Excuse me," said Kirana as she took a quick step, leaving behind Bagas who was tightly clenched in his hand. The two men had no idea that anyone had been watching them since.

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Akbar stepped on the accelerator. Raise the speed of the car in order to catch up with the luxury BMW car in front of him. He cannot lose track. He must know the motives of the man who became his enemy long ago.

Criyitts!

The sound of a tire squeak rubbing hard with a highway aspan so screeching the ears. Akbar said he survived and rounded his eyes as the man he was following walked towards his car. Quickly, Akbar retreated slowly. Looking for a way to run. Until he finally got away.

Bagas stared intently at Akbar's car which was speeding towards the big highway. His lips smiled humbly. He knew that the car was following him. I don't know who is inside, obviously Bagas should be more vigilant.

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Akbar snorted in annoyance. He was never experienced about following someone or being a stalker. Akbar rubbed his frustrated face. He chose to return to his apartment.

Ddrtts!

Akbar only glanced at the glance of the nickname on the glass screen of his phone.

Kirana

He chose to ignore it because he was upset. Several times the call sounded. Akbar's frustration peaked and he picked up the phone.

"What's up!?" he snaps it hard.

"Eh sick Bang, don't scream!" Akbar knitted his brows. That's Randy's voice, not Kirana's.

"Istighfar Bang, why the hell?" randy asked confusedly. Feeling no answer, Randy continued

"Here, Puspa said he wanted to talk." Akbar knitted his brows.

"Assalamualaikum Bang, It's Puspa," the voice across there was so alarmed.

"Wa'alaikumsalam, what's wrong?" sahut Akbar flat.

"Mbak Kirana called a few times, but Puspa again in the bathroom. Randy also just came home from the office so it was not horrified. On the phone back is not active. Kirana's mom is fine, right?" akbar's heartbeat increased rapidly.

"Yes well," said Akbar flatly. Hiding worries when he was raising the speed of his car.

"Alhamdulillah, Puspa was very afraid earlier that the phobia of Ms. Kirana relapsed" a sigh of relief sounded across there. Unlike Akbar who immediately stiffened.

"Phobia?"

"Yes, Miss Kirana Phobia Nitophobia if not wrongly named. The point is that phobias are just as dark."

Deg.

Akbar's face paled.

"Fear that it wasn't that Ms. Kirana was no longer the same brother. If again alone keep the electricity dead these nights. Kirana's mother could be scared to death."

Akbar disconnects the phone without saying hello. He stepped on the gas pedal. Hope to get to the apartment soon. As a writer he knew enough that the phobia of Nyctophobia is not a phobia that can be underestimated. Moreover, based on Puspa's anxiety, it was possible that Kirana was indeed at the highest level of fear. Kirana called him a few times. His apartment was occasionally turned off for a variety of reasons.

Nyctophobia is a condition of extreme fear of darkness or night. Nyctophobia can also cause symptoms of anxiety and depression. In fact, these dark phobias can become excessive, the reasons are absurd, and can affect daily life.

Arriving at the apartment he breathed a sigh of relief. Electricity is not dead. When he came in, he felt so quiet. Akbar stepped into the room. His eyes were perfectly rounded when he saw Kirana's body lying helplessly.

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