Marriage Without Love (Khanza Story)
Dara
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"Assalamu'alaikum Comel's. Brother Birru said yes first," said Albirru after he put a paper bag on the nightstand and wrote a short message to Khanza.
Enjoy Indonesian food and drinks, Bu Mil. Whatever your cravings are, I'll try to obey him, Za. Don't think things out! Let's just say, I'm your brother who will always obey all the wishes of his sister. By Allah, I do not intend to replace Rangga, Za. Because I know that the position of a husband will never be replaced by another man.
MUHAMMAD ABIZHAR ALBIRRU'S
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Eyelids are framed lashes are pliable, open slowly. Gluing adjusts the light in the room.
Netra Khanza rotated perfectly when she realized that she was lying next to Rangga. He looked confused and confused.
Khanza tried to remember what happened a few hours ago. Right after the dzuhur prayer. As he remembered, he just sat down and laid his head on the chest of Rangga's field. After that, he also fell asleep.
Khanza wondered in his heart. Why it can lie on top of hospital bed ....
Slowly, he got out of bed and took off his face. When going to store mukena in the nightstand, netra Khanza's view was fixed on a paper bag and a piece of paper that read a short message from Albirru.
Hands outstretched to grab the paper bag and a piece of paper. Then he read the handwriting of Albirru, the man who had once reigned in his heart.
"Kak Birru ...," he murmured.
"Thank you brother. Sorry, I misjudged you. You're still the old Birru. The noble hearted man. Giving selflessly." Khanza monologue accompanied by a smile that painted beautifully on his father's face.
Impatiently, Khanza opened a paper bag containing a lunch box and a drink bottle. Netra Khanza sparkled as she opened the lunchbox and bottle.
"Oh Allah, where did Brother Birru get this typical Indonesian food and drink?" tanyanya.
Suddenly, sadness returned. The originally sparkling net is now framed with water points.
"If you give all this to Rangga, I will be very happy. O Allah, give guidance to the servant in order to awaken the Rangga. Servant misses her laughter so much, "he said.
Khanza landed his weight on the sofa and then recited a prayer before eating.
"Allahumma baarik lanaa fiimaa rozaqtanaa wa qinaa 'adzaa bannaar. O Allah, grant us what you have given us, and keep us from the torment of the fires of hell."
After reading the prayer before the meal, Khanza began to enjoy the food and drink given by Albirru. His hands were trembling as he held the saddles. The dots of water that had originally sprouted on the eyelids, now fell wetting his face. His appetite was gone when his net gaze was fixed on a man who was still lying helpless.
"Mas, sorry. I'm sorry to enjoy the food and drink Birru's kak."
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Johan and his three men manage to find Clarisa's hideout thanks to information from Devan. With the lure of a monetary reward and the latest sports car, Devan finally willing to open his mouth and tell the mistress' hideout. Not only that, Devan also revealed the dark business done by Clarisa and her new lover, Douglass. Apparently, the couple sold the girls they kidnapped on sugar daddy.
Abimana, Tama, and their men come to the mansion, where Clarisa and Douglass peddle the girls. They disguised themselves by wearing mustaches and fake bewok.
The luxurious house was decorated with sparkling lights and music disco accompaniment. The scantily dressed girls welcomed their arrival with a smile and words of seduction.
The net view of Abimana was on one of the girls who was curled up and crying in the corner of the room. Feeling empathetic, Abimana approached the poor girl.
"Miss, why are you crying?" Abhimana uttered a question sentence with a soft-sounding voice.
Slowly, the girl raised her face. He stared fixedly at the shade of the net that seemed familiar to him.
"Pa-paman, don't tarnish my chastity! I beg Uncle," asked the girl with trembling lips. He was very afraid if the sanctity that had been guarded by him was forcibly taken.
"Miss, don't be afraid! I came to this place to free the girls sold by Clarisa" Abimana said with a voice over.
"Yes Miss." Abimana nodded and smiled.
"So tell uncle where Clarisa is right now!"
"Mrs Clarisa is in the basement with Mr. Douglass. In that room was the room they used to rest in" he replied with a hint of hesitation tucked away.
"Well, can you take uncle to the basement, where they are?"
"of course. Dara's gonna take Uncle there."
Abimana's forehead frowned as the girl mentioned her name. He looked at the face of the girl who turned out to be very familiar.
"Become?"
"Yes Uncle. My name is Dara Larasati."
"Where is Larasati Bu Mira's adopted daughter?"
"Yes Uncle. How did Uncle know?"
Abimana reviews the smile and caresses the girl's black rikma who turns out to be Dylan's best friend when both of them are still sitting in High School.
"Become, this middle-aged man standing before you. Dylan's father, your best friend."
"God, Om Abim" he said half-screaming.
"Stttt, don't yell Ra! Don't let Clarisa's men know of our disguise!"
"Ma-sorry Om. Being too happy, Dara forgot."
"Yes Ra. We must act very carefully."
"Ready Om."
"Ra, why ... can you be in this place?"
Dara sighed deeply, dispelling the sudden tightness present. Then he answered the question posed by Abimana.
"Mother handed me to Miss Clarisa as a debt payer, Om. Although it has been a month in this place, Alhamdulillah ... God still guards my sanctity. Every day, I get torment from Ms. Clarisa. The demonic woman threatened, if today no sugar daddy buys me, then she will give orders to some of her men to desecrate my chastity.
Abhimana breathed a rough breath. Hearing the words that were spoken from Dara's lips, his anger was overflowing until it reached the crown. Great desire to immediately meet with Clarisa and give the appropriate punishment to the demonic woman ....
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