Forced to Marry a Disabled Girl

Forced to Marry a Disabled Girl
Trapped game



"I won't let you go, never will!"


"Come on, obey my orders, then I won't hurt you."


"No way!"


"Why, what made you change, does it have anything to do with the wedge man you met at my parents' house, you still expect it?" whispered Ben, framing the face of the Princess with both hands.


"Deliver!" The princess tried to shake Ben's hand, but to no avail, not even making the man shift in the slightest.


"Tell me that you still love me, and want me." said Ben, who this time sounded very soft, with a hand grabbing the Princess' chin to look at her, making the two pairs of eyes meet each other and look at each other for a fraction of a second.


I love you, I love you so much. Ben


But that confession was only made in his heart.


"Currently, it seems that you were too confident with my love statement at that time, you and I made no difference, right,? we're both lying about this, and I think I should be like you, ending that lie here."


"You_I can't believe you said that, I'm sure it's still in here my name, right?" said Ben, while pointing to the chest of the Princess using her index finger.


"You're wrong sir, there's not even a word here that has your name as love, except hatred!" The princess looked at him cynically, as if she really did hate Ben.


"You_"


Ben snarled, then left the Princess, after pulling the key that was attached to the main door, while the Princess chose to run towards the guest room which was downstairs, closing and locking the door from the inside, and then cry there.


Wreaking all her frustration, and also her helplessness that could not throw her feelings for Ben.


And now the Princess can only regret the attitude of her bo doh, because it has trusted the lies of Ben who had lured love for her at that time.


*******


From noon to evening Ben was constantly monitoring the room his wife had occupied a few hours ago, but until now there was no sign at all of the girl would come out, make Ben's patience run out, and want to break down the door of the room.


Tok..


"Daughter, open the door."


Silent..


"Open the door I said, or I_ broke.!"


Silent...


"Daughter, don't make me angry, open the door!" Ben shouted angrily.


"I count to three, if on the count of three, you won't open it, I'll actually break it, you hear?!"


Silent..


Brakkkk...


On the count of three, Ben actually broke down the door, and he was stunned, when he realized the room was empty, with the windows wide open.


"Damn! where did you go little girl, apparently you want to play games with me."


Gegas Ben went out searching every corner of the park, to find the whereabouts of the Princess, until half an hour he searched, and the result was nil, his wife was not there.


And in the end he decided to search again outside, or around the street, and other places, which his wife had visited.


There is a feeling of anxiety that is very deep in Ben, when until now he has not found his wife, who is even darker now.


Ben pulled his car over the side of the road, pulled something out of his pants pocket, then called his friends who would be willing, accompanied him tonight.


************


"Sorry, jammed bro, rich who don't know!" sahut Ben, who immediately seized the drink from Arsen.


"Ck, maen comot!" gerugutu Arsen who returned to pour his drink with another glass.


"Gue want to go, you know how to tumben anyway ngajak us to the bar, this afternoon?" asked Raka with a frown.


"It's a malem, not an afternoon anymore."


"Jam 18:37 kamvret, it's still afternoon!"


"Ck, a clear handover for me is a shame!" replied Ben, who then sat in the chair that was right next to Arsen.


"Beuuhh, I also just want it rich that just now, thanks bro already represent the contents of my heart!" Arsen embraced Raka's shoulder, which was immediately brushed aside violently by her.


"Anjirrr, my gatel is as elo-details, anyways what does it mean?" Raka looked at Arsen confusedly.


"On the Ben who we met this afternoon, yes tumben aja not anyway, usually in ajakin fit malem weekend only, he always rejected with a million reasons, overtime, cape lah, lah, there's a family event!"


"Gue know, surely you have a problem again right Ben, you fight with bini elo, or you already dapetin lo karma now?" sambar Algar with his chin in front of Ben.


Ben snorted, picked up a white object that was then tucked in his fingers, pulled a match and burned the tip of the white object and sucked it, and blew the white smoke with a slightly raised face.


"Gue guess, you lost to Ben! and now you're stuck with your own game, aren't you?" Algar smiled mockingly.


"Sad man!"


"Lo fell in love with bini lo himself,?" Arsen is back.


Ben glanced back, with no intention of answering back he sucked the white stuff tucked in his hand, then let out smoke from his mouth and nose.


"Jawab woy, you're a man, cemen lo!" arsen continued, throwing pea skin at Ben, because he was upset with the response of his best friend.


Ben again snorted, then scratched the small object, until it no longer let out smoke, threw it on the ashtray with the wrong target, then leaned his back on the back of the chair.


"Gue doesn't believe in the same thing as love, and whatever I'm feeling right now, I'm sure it's not love."


said Ben, which made Arsen chuckle amused.


"Sure, lo!"


"Ck!"


"Lo think we believe?!" timpal Raka, while playing the lip of the glass that is in his hands.


"No!" sahut Algar's.


"I am too!" the three also chuckled together, except for Ben, who now just put his flat face.


"Gue assure you, coming home from here the first thing you want is, My words!" arsen.


"Udahlah Ben, you do me anyway, if you love him!"


"Before it's too late bro, anyways what a hard thing you honestly, kegedean prestige anyway lo!" arsen continued to sneer.


"Think about the ex-boy!" timpal Algar's.


"Ck, the rich are thinking, where many are nyicip again, if I'm mending who is now deh Ben, if you don't want me to be happy, take him from elo." Raka chimed in.


"Anjirrr, you think the chicks maen pickle," Algar menoyor Arsen's head was anxious.


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