Is it My fault, If I Desire Heaven..??

Martyrdom.

"Come on my girl!, are you not tired of dodging away from me?" exclaimed Mr. Darji with a lustful look at Fatimah.

"I'm not your girl!, don't ever call me that!" said Fatimah to make Mr. Darji laugh.

"Well!, fine!, if you don't like it. Would I better call you my darling?, exclaimed Mr Darji again laughing loudly.

While on the other hand, Fatimah increasingly trembled in fear.

"Please let me go" Fatimah said in a pleading tone.

"You want me to let you go?, for sure!, I will grant it," exclaimed Lord Darji making Fatimah stunned.

"Really?" said Fatimah in a tone of disbelief.

"Sure!, come here. Geez!, surely you are so scared of me," said Mr. Darji with a look of regret.

With a few good words, it was enough to make Fatimah think that Mr. Darji really would help her.

Slowly, Fatimah tried to walk closer to Mr. Darji.

When the distance is only 2 meters.

Mr. Darji quickly tried to embrace Fatimah.

Suddenly it made Fatimah surprised and again tried to stay away from Mr. Darji.

But Fatimah's steps are very less fast than Mr. Darji.

Until Mr. Darji managed to embrace the body of Fatimah even though only in a matter of seconds, before the end Fatimah could break away from the grip of Mr. Darji back.

"Why do you keep fighting on me!, hurry up!, I can't wait to enjoy your body!," jolt Tuan Darji more lustful when his hand has managed to hold the stature Fatimah who according to him will be more tempting if broadcast from his robe.

Fatimah was so stunned and struck by what she had heard.

He did not expect, a man will easily speak fake and so easily harass women's self-esteem.

"Disease!, keep your dirty hands away from me!, and behave not to be two-faced!," joked Fatimah.

The words of Fatimah even provoked the anger of Mr. Darji, although Fatimah at that time said it with tears.

"You dare to insult me!, my whole life was only today I was despised!, you said what?, I am disgusting!, I am dirty!," cried Lord Darji with a ready-to-explode rage.

"Go!," cried Fatimah felt unwilling to be in a room with a depraved man like Mr. Darji.

"This time you have to pay for all this humiliation of yours!, I will make you suffocate while serving me!, don't expect any tenderness you feel tonight!," sentak Tuan Darji stared intently at Fatimah as he continued to try to approach Fatimah again.

With a confused and frightened look, Fatimah just kept trying to find a way to escape the pressure of Mr. Darji.

Qala rabbisyra ime iradri. Wa yassir li amri. Wa?lul ‘uqdatam mil. Yafqahu qauli, insyaallah, the inner Fatimah surrendered herself completely to her Lord.

At once Fatimah's gaze was fixed on the fork on her lunch plate that day.

Somehow that day no one took him out of the room after Fatimah had finished her lunch.

"We start with your veil" said Mr. Darji trying to open the Fatimah veil.

When Mr. Darji's hand almost opened the Fatimah veil, Fatimah immediately ran towards the fork on the corner table.

"Don't try to get any closer!" Fatimah warned.

"Would you with something like that, dear?, you want to hurt me?, exclaimed Mr. Darji, continuing to approach Fatimah.

"I told you, don't come any closer!," jolted Fatimah once more as she continued to hold tightly to the fork in her hand despite the body trembling with fear.

"Women like you won't dare hurt anyone else, so don't keep wasting my time!, come here!, I can't wait!," tuan Darji's jolt made Fatimah directly stick the tip of her fork on her wrist.

"A, a, what are you doing?" exclaimed Mr. Darji in surprise.

"You're right, sir, I wouldn't dare hurt anyone else, it's a grave sin. But have you ever heard the word martyrdom?" said Fatimah as if she had just gained a great courage in her.

"Death to the Shahid?" cried Mr. Darji staring strangely at Fatimah.

"Yes!, die trying to stand up for what is right in my opinion and my religion," cried Fatimah without hesitation began to slash her hands brutally and keep repeating.

At once Mr. Darji was standing where he stood.

He was so surprised when he saw the recklessness of the girl named Fatimah.

"What kind of woman are you!," exclaimed Mr. Darji immediately running down the ridge out of Fatimah's room.

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"What's the matter, sir?" exclaimed the big boss so surprised when he saw Mr. Darji running out of his house.

"What kind of girl are you offering me!, I ask for my money back!, and I will no longer set foot here!," sentak Tuan Darji rushed into his car and left from there. It raised a big question mark in the minds of the big Boss and everyone who was there.

The big boss immediately ran furiously towards Fatimah's room followed by everyone who was curious about what had made Mr. Darji so angry and frightened.

Once inside the room Fatimah, they were so surprised when they saw Fatimah with the condition of both hands that had covered with blood and full of scratches and incisions.

Even Aqly was shocked and could not believe what she was seeing.

With a limp body, Fatimah still continued to try to hurt her hand, when the fork she would point to her face everyone suddenly screamed fear in her making.

"Stop the stupid woman!," cried the big boss trying to stop Fatimah's reckless actions.

However, Fatimah just stared softly at everyone and not long after he fainted before he could scratch his face.

The Body Guards immediately rushed to lift Fatimah's body onto the bed.

While the big boss was still staring at Fatimah who was now unconscious.

"Boss!, he is still alive, what should we do?," exclaimed Mira rushing to check on Fatimah's condition.

"Call our personal doctor, I don't want him to tarnish my name when I get into the hospital" the big boss exclaimed as he woke up from his daydream.

The others began to leave Fatimah's room.

Somehow the big boss still felt at home in that room.

Keep looking at Fatimah who is being treated by her personal doctors.

Why is it with this woman?, why is she so difficult to paralyze?, the inner Great Boss stared in wonder at Fatimah who was still unconscious.