I'm Not a Grabber

Chapter 69: Fatih's World

   The party? It must be fun and can comfort a broken heart, but the party will not bring the idol back to his life. Now all he needed was a tactic, not a party enjoying the wine and swaying under the disco lights. Just how do I snatch the girl of my dreams from a real prison? 

    

    He used the bottle he held. Think deeper while whistling, until an idea crosses. All the chatter from his friends was ignored. Now he has to fight. If you take the rough way, of course no heart will want to be with him. 

    

    "Guy's, I unplug." He said goodbye, then moved from his seat, not forgetting to grab the leather jacket lying on the floor. "Have fun for your party. Bye."

    

    

    "Trainer! Do you want to join the party? Lots of clear girls, bro." Excited one of the comrades who approved the party for tonight, but Fatih just waved and kept walking away from his base. 

    

     The young man rushed to leave the headquarters with his luxurious vehicle. Motor sport birthday gift a few months ago. When viewed from head to toe. No one would have thought, that one child was just an adopted son of a rich family. 

    

    What does it mean to return the favor? Is it not aware of its status? However, Fatih did not. The young man knew how to behave. Not that I don't want to return the favor. Only, his life changed also caused by the Danish family. A family that gives luxury, but takes away its happiness.

    

    

    Under the speck of rain, the look in his eyes was looking forward. A piece of wind that rests his memory of the past. Memories of a few years ago, again say hello to the drums of war. If everything that happened was not in sight, perhaps his heart did not hold a grudge.

    

    A few years ago, in the middle of a thick night with thunderous sounds. The sound of police sirens sounded so scary, mixed with the frenzied voices of the surrounding residents. A long night of painful judgment.

    

    Among the crowd everyone standing stared at his house with contempt and a look of disdain. That look, instantly imprinted on the heart. Not knowing what happened until a policeman came to say hello, then asked the whereabouts of the mother.

    

    It was all just a misunderstanding, but the nightmare was just beginning. A truth that broke her heart and hugged her in a wound. One question that ran through his mind. Who is the cause of the pain he enjoys?

    

No one would have thought. If that man is the ruin of his family. That's what you have in mind, but the young man doesn't know the truth behind the true truth. Every story has two different sides. Human error, not because of unilaterally drawing conclusions.

But not wanting to find out the truth is still only half of it, while Mr. Anderson himself feels the responsibility to raise Fatih as his own son. Two lives with different goals because for Fatih there is only a revenge mission. The reason is quite strong and will not be shaken.

The short journey, brings Fatih back to the real world. Where the high gate welcomes his arrival. However, a familiar face was seen looking at him with an anxious look and a tense face. Why is that girl in front of her house?

Suddenly, the young man stopped his motorbike in front of the gate, then went down while standardizing the motor, then walked over to the girl. A moment of circulating his gaze into the desolate surroundings, there was not even a security guard. So relieving. At the pull of the girl's hand towards a white Jazz moobil parked about three meters from the gate.

The two got into the car, and without further ado. Fatih grabbed the lips of the girl in front of him greedily. It is not love that dominates his heart, but only lust. Looks like the girl was tricked into an outlet of heart turmoil that drowned lara.

The sound of decak that is mutually unpretentious, making the atmosphere in the car more heated. Some time just the elimination of the forbidden longing between the two young couples, until it ended up grabbing the scramble for oxygen with the roar of hunting breath.

''Thanks, baby. Is there anything important waiting for me in front of the gate?'' Fatih asked as she wiped her soaked lips. ''Don't you know, our relationship has to be hidden? I don't want anyone to see you with me.''

Not scared. The girl actually played her fingers to Fatih's face with pampered eyes. ''Are you afraid? I came to give you your wedding gift.''

A gift box with a shiny purple cover lying in the middle moved into Fatih's lap. It was allowed to open, but he was just waiting for a reaction that would make his heart feel happy. Now count only one to ten, until the gift box opens completely.

The look of the eyes can not deceive, not play the contents of the wedding gift. How can his lover give a gift that will make his pleasure less. ''What is this? You gave me a gift or sealed the pleasure just for you?''

Whatever is his. Then others are not allowed to try, let alone try to get their assets. A body that began to form with a face that was always handsome in his eyes. Love is an obsession in a dilemma. That's principle.

"That's you, my bed warmer. Should I divulge all your secrets?" His eyes softly looked uncontrollably, then pulled the youth jacket in front of him. "Fatih, I'm your shadow. Remember that, one more. Please marry the girl. I don't care, but don't think about touching it. Understand?!"

County girl? Naina's? He was not a village, just that appearance was standard. Sweet, but not good at bringing yourself. It is inversely related to Shena. Dream girl. Not a matter of thick makeup, the girl exudes inner beauty that is able to control her heart and mind.

The lover's daydreams made the girl frown. Moreover, the contents inside the young man's head? Something must be wrong. The eyes that kept trying to escape. He knew Fatih had a backup plan, but not for Naina. If so, then for whom?

If you ask, you cannot get an answer. So, it is better to pretend not to understand and secretly find out. Do not let there be a plan that makes it involved in complicated matters. Life will not be easy since deciding to accept Fatih as his dark lover.

"No answer, yes. I have to go to the show tonight, get off! Congrats for your fake wedding, my dear." Say the girl, then move while pushing the car door to move.

Five minutes passed, Fatih had already returned to the front of the gate, while his dark lover had just passed in front of him. The pace of the car, slowly moving away, made the young man rush to pick up his phone. A number on the dial, but only a ringtone is heard.

"Come lift." muttered Fatih with the rest of her feelings starting to drift apart.