Forced to Marry an Actor

Stiffening

Marissa opened her eyes heavily. 'Where am I now?'

He saw a dull unkempt concrete ceiling. With great effort he moved his head looking left and right. The empty room is dim. There was a smell everywhere. As he stood up, he felt something holding him back. Then it dawned on him a rope wrapped around his body, tying himself to an old iron chair. He can also feel a tremendous ache because his wrist is tied behind his body.

"Would you wake up?!" voice of a woman. The voice was familiar to Marissa's ears. He looked at the origin of the voice.

Mika pulled out a chair and sat down in front of Marissa.

"Please girls ******! Lu apain me huh! Why are my ikets like this? Stress you huh?! You want to do something anyway? Get rid of me right now!"

"Please calm down.. Let's talk slowly. Sienniac...."

"Calm down, calm your eyes! You want what exactly! How dare you lie to me! You said you asked me for help because your son was sick, but when you got in the car you accidentally injected something into my neck let me not realize right?" Marissa was restless her eyes seemed to be looking over and over, "where's my bag?!"

"I threw it away" Mika answered so innocently.

"Oh, I swear you're sick! Play wasting people's stuff. What do you want from me to do this insolent thing, huh?!"

Plaque!

"Many of your bacots too! I told you we were talking slowly!"

A slap landed on Marissa's cheek. Even though it hurt, he couldn't wipe it. All he could do was feel a sensation of pain and heat that became one, undeniable if his heart was also hurt because of that. Even so long there appeared a new feeling in the former slap earlier, it felt like the froths inside his cheek skin like the pain just now were increasingly disappearing.

"The horror! I wouldn't have done this for no reason either! And I also do not have a yes whose name lies to you because it is true that my son is sick again. And my son's pain was. Because of you bastard!"

Marissa jerked. Mika pointed at herself with a furious look. She did not understand what Mika had just said. What has Marissa done that Mika accuses others of being the cause of her child's illness? Let alone touching a hair belonging to his son Mika, know and know his face just not.

"Don't understand yet?" ask Mika.

Marissa who hated pleasantries immediately jerked at the person in front of her. "Yes is a fool! Don't talk about it! Lu clearlyin also did not use his name yet understand what not everything!"

Mika took a deep breath and threw it hard. As if intentionally showing frustration to his interlocutor.

Marissa gaping. He was shocked until his neck felt tense. How could such a small child suffer from mental illness?

"The boy was treated badly at school, he said another student told him his father was cheating, and some said that his father made his mistress hurt and took a bath of blood, then my son was told to change the blood but other friends said that my son did not even deserve to replace it because the blood flowing in my son's body was dirty blood handed down by his father. And you know, the thing where I decided to take her for treatment was when she hurt herself unknowingly. One day as she was about to go to school, she came out of the bathroom crying with claw wounds all over her body. I was so panicked back then, and asked what was going on with her body? And he said, I have to clean my body so it doesn't get dirty. And.. You know how I feel when I hear that, huh?!" Mika told me all with emotion even she cried unconsciously.

"sick! My heart hurts! Right now all I feel is heartache, but what my son feels is in fact many times over, not just his heart, but also physically!"

Marissa's eyes were hot hearing that, for some reason the feeling of sympathy continued to scramble for a place in her heart. "Keep you want what? Want to blame me? You didn't realize that any of this was your interference, cheated on my cheater and cheated on me! Your son's turn has its consequences, now you're just turning me on!"

"Obviously it's your fault!" mika shouted, "we have agreed to exchange the jerk for money right! But why don't you marry a cake or what a cake Tio is, which makes the news viral! You don't think about how my kids feel when they see it, huh?!"

"Shhh.. shht.. Oye! Oye! Cool out! Who do you think wants to go viral? Who caused all this! Should you be wrong it's your own ex-husband, why even attack me?! He acted that way of his own volition! His behavior has clearly threatened my life even took the baby in my womb! Here I firmly believe that I am a victim! I'm a victim of the savagery of both of you, but why now even you are playing victim as if you are the most persecuted for all these events to dare kidnap me like this all?"

Marissa was engrossed in issuing opinions and her spilled uneg-unegnya immediately stopped when a knife threatened right on the trunk of his neck.

"Gi-mad you, since when do you have ginian goods!" Marissa glanced in horror at his neck. One wrong move just somehow fate later.

"Gue playing victim? If I were like you said just now maybe I wouldn't have asked for a deal first," Marissa gulped. Mika's voice turned cold.

"Lu remember your video of the same Tio? Should I bring it up again now? Just so you know, right now I have a very rotten plan to ruin your life. Do you want to hear?" Marissa did not answer, she was busy with feelings of goosebumps because the knife in the neck was now playing on her cheek.

"Lu won't answer I mean 'yes'. You want to hear. So my plan is... I'm going to make a video of it, and I'm going to make you seem suicidal out of frustration after knowing the profanity video is spread. Very cute, am I? Ah, no! This isn't sneaky! But cerdass.." Mika raised her knife suddenly then laughed giggling like crazy. Marissa was shocked by all of her actions. In addition, Mika looks spooky let alone is laughing so that this weathered space so echoes strange.

"Tenangg Marissa... Focus, don't be afraid. Stay focused!!" support Marissa to herself.

Prangs!

In fact, Marissa can not focus let alone calm down. The knife Mika was holding was just thrown in any direction.

"OKAY. I'm tired of playing games now. How about we get straight to the point?"

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