KING MAFIA & VEILED WOMEN

THE NISSA?

Hello guys Author come back, sorry new up, Author is busy again, sorry really.

Without a lot of bacots anymore, Yu began to read.

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POV NISSA ....

I'm really disappointed, I'm not a perfect woman who can accept everything sincerely, my heart sliced, sick.

I didn't know where this leg was taking me, which I definitely kept walking to get away from, I couldn't.

I can't believe everything, the man who always made me warm is now turning to make me sick, sick without bleeding.

Non-bloody pain is much more pain than pain that does look like a wound, really I can't see everything.

The person I trust the most, but now in reverse, I'm disappointed is really disappointed.

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With eyes puffy and energy still left, I tried to find a resting place near here.

Unrelenting tears flood the cheeks covered by the niqob as a cover.

The more often I try to forget and mengikhlaskan everything, the more tears that are not bored continue to flood the cheeks.

Not only tears that continue to flood the cheeks, but also the heart that continues to be shrouded in bitter reality.

Today is bright, but not with a dark mood like midnight full of the world.

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I sat on a chair under a shady tree, the wind kept dropping these fallen leaves on me.

I could only shut up and clear my mind, suddenly the pitch-black car stopped right in front of me.

Who her? What purpose? Is he Alvin's sister? A lot of questions suddenly popped into my mind.

All questions were answered when the owner of the car got out of his vehicle.

"Hurry to come with me Miss," he said with a chest.

The mustachioed man with the age range of 45 years was looking at me endlessly, I just kept quiet and felt very uncomfortable because it continued to be viewed by him.

Negative thoughts kept popping up, until I didn't realize he was injecting drugs into this helpless weak self.

The view started to blur, and I had no idea what it was going on.

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The dim view began to look, this body felt like a crumble.

"Aws ...," my hand felt so sore, it was fitting that she tied it tightly.

I kept trying to open the rope, but nothing was all in vain, instead making the hand hurt even more.

I don't know where I am now, which I must be in a simple villa, there's no one here.

Suddenly ....

"You're mute what how huh?!" I could only be silent and as much as possible to stem the tears, I had never been yelled at.

"I'm really curious about your face, is it because you're ugly and you close it?" tanyanya while playing the mustache.

I just kept quiet, no matter what he said, I was just afraid that he would make a desperate move, while my hands were still tied.

"Okay, you're making me more curious." he said smirk.

"Don't fuck around!" I said with a half-dead fear.

"Calm down baby,"

The man kept coming towards me, I could only shut up and look down in fear, I could do nothing.

His hand had held the end of my niqob rope, one tear had begun to escape from the eye patch.

As much as possible I try to remove the rope that binds my hand before something unwanted happens.

But it was too late, he had seen my face, the face I had been covering to stay awake from the ikwan's orgasm, the face I showed my husband.

This is the second time that a man other than Brother Alvin and Abi have seen my face, and my body has gone limp.

Hope began to fade, and it seemed as if the world stopped spinning, but the bitter reality continued.

The man kept silent, he kept looking at my face, I know, I know that I am different from women in general, but this is not just an advantage, but also a test on me to be more able to take care of it, not flaunt it.

It's not that I'm not grateful, but it's the hardest test, and I don't want to give up.

"Baby, didn't I look wrong?" he asked with a big smile, and he kept coming towards me.

'O Allah, protect the servant, protect the servant from the evil that keeps lurking, and the evil intentions of the man before the servant, O Allah.'

Tears can no longer be contained, I revolted, she clenched tightly, a hug that I did not want at all.

"You're making me hot, baby" he whispered right in my receding ear, giving me goosebumps of fear.

"Just looking at your face my lust has appeared, what else dear,"

The man walked away a little from me, a little relieved me, but it wasn't so long, he freaked me out again.

"Oh baby, I want you." she grinned.

The man was holding the tip of my hijab, I could no longer hold it all.

'Khullah, please Nissa, forgive Nissa for not believing in Khullah, and instead make more trouble, forgive Nissa.' my inner self.

I smiled wryly aware of all the mistakes and misunderstandings I had made myself, and even made a disaster.

The man started to open my scarf hijab slowly, and I could not do anything against it.

I can only ask the almighty for help up there.

Now my hijab is fully open, complete already my guilt to the husband who always keeps me.

Seriate.