Married for Slander

Chapters 13.

Alana plangak plongok when Azzam car stopped in front of a towering building. He did not know why Azzam had brought him to that place and he was very reluctant to ask.

"Please park the car!" azzam's word to an officer who came over.

Azzam came down and opened the door for Alana and carried her without warning. Of course, that made Alana very surprised.

"What are you doing? Quickly put me down!" beaver Alana with a lighted look.

"Sstt... Just shut up and hug your husband!" azzam said with a smile.

"What suami? Don't nag me!" ketus Alana who did not want to recognize Azzam as her husband.

"Hm... Looks like you need proof from me." Azzam stares at Alana sharply.

"Quick put me down, I don't need any proof from you!" pissed Alana.

"Shut up, or I'll kiss you in front of everyone!" threaten Azzam who does not seem to mess with his words. Alana shuddered in horror and was forced to throw her hand at the nape of Azzam.

"Well, that's dong." Azzam smiled smugly triumphantly then swung a huge step into the building.

In the lobby, everyone's gazes were immediately fixed on Azzam. Some women are suddenly heartbroken to see their dream man carrying a woman in his cradle.

Azzam did not care about them, he directly entered the elevator towards his unit which was on the twenty floor.

"Here, put me down!" sergeant Alana as the two were floating inside the elevator.

"Patience dong darling, I must have dropped it down, but later on in bed." while Azzam held back laughter.

"Don't fuck around! I'm not a woman"

"Yes, I know you're not that kind of woman. But unfortunately you're my wife, I'm entitled to what's in you." Azzam chuckled and spontaneously kissed Alana's lips.

"Azzam.." The infuriated Alana grabbed her husband's hair.

"It's a hell of a turn, make it even more anxious." furious Azzam with teeth chattering, really want him to swallow Alana raw this second too.

"I wouldn't-"

Alana's words instantly came to a halt as the elevator door suddenly opened. Azzam simply smiled and stepped towards the door of his unit.

Arriving inside, Azzam immediately brought Alana to the room. The room he deliberately designed was as comfortable as possible just for his wife. The shades of white she chose were very comfortable to look at.

"Why bring me here?" alana asked as Azzam was about to put her in bed. The girl's beads rolled wildly combing every corner of the room.

"Because this is where we really are" Azzam answered lightly and laid Alana on the bed.

"What do you mean?" asked Alana squinted her eyes.

"Prophe dong, baby. I'll explain everything to you, but later. Now your feet must be treated first."

After saying that, Azzam left the room for a moment. He walked into the kitchen and picked up the medicine box, then returned to the room.

Azzam sat at the end of the bed and opened the pansus that still wrapped his wife's legs. Azzam was silent for a moment, his wife's legs alone were very white and smooth, what about the others?

Azzam immediately blinked, aware that his mind was drifting somewhere.

"Let me, I can treat my own wounds."

Alana was about to wake up but Azzam quickly glared at her. "Shut up there!"

Alana pressed her lips. I don't know what sins he's done to get that cruel husband.

Azzam opened the medicine box and cleaned Alana's wound with alcohol, then smeared it with ointment.

After treating Alana's wounds, Azzam walked up to the dressing table and put the medicine box there and turned around and went back to his wife.

Azzam sat on the side of the bed, looking at Alana and rubbing her head.

"Don't touch me!" ketus Alana while removing Azzam's hand from his head.

"Why? Did I touch my own wife wrong?" azzam asked with an unusual look.

"That's what you think, the fact that we are husband and wife." said Azzam trying to face Alana gently.

"Lying, you're not my husband." Alana slightly inched away from Azzam.

"Where does a husband leave his wife every night, where there is a husband who prefers his girlfriend over his own wife." Alana suddenly shed tears remembering that.

"I know this marriage was forced, but at least please respect me!"

"You always say that I'm your wife, but out there you sleep with other women. So why defend this marriage? Just divorce me so you can be free out there!"

Without feeling, Alana's cry became more and more so without being able to she could bear. He chose to get out of bed and walk with limping steps.

"I have to go. If you don't want to divorce me, then let's just say this marriage never happened!" Alana snatched her pansus and dragged her feet towards the door.

Azzam was stunned to hear every single word that came from Alana's mouth just now.

Yes, he admitted wrong. He should not leave Alana every night and provoke the jealousy of his wife by mentioning other women.

In the end he himself was cornered because Alana took his words very seriously.

Azzam suddenly awoke from his daydream, but did not see Alana again in the room.

"Alana.." Azzam cheered and sprinkled from his seat.

Azzam galloped after Alana who had arrived at the main door.

Just as Alana was about to pull the doorknob, Azzam quickly pulled her hand and hugged her very tightly. "No dear, don't go!"

Azzam shed tears and drowned his face on Alana's shoulders. "Please don't leave me, I have no one but you."

Alana fell silent and cried in Azzam's arms. "I don't have anyone else either, but we have to live each of our lives." - Isak Alana.

"No Alana, you still have me, you're not alone." lirih Azzam rubbed Alana's head.

"Azzam, please let me go!"

"No Alana, your place is here, you can't go."

The cries of a couple blend into one, making the atmosphere of the apartment feel tense.

Azzam was unwilling to let go of Alana and further tightened his embrace.

"I knew this marriage was forced, but a separation would never solve the problem." Azzam slightly retreated and cupped his hands on Alana's cheeks.

"I didn't know you before, but my heart told me you were my soul mate. I feel good when I'm around you, I feel like I love you. Please hold on, give me a chance to prove that I'm worthy to be your husband!"

Azzam looked down at Alana's bead, her tears falling.

"You're the only woman who makes me understand the meaning of life, I've learned so much from you. If you leave, I no longer know how to live this life. I was already destroyed before meeting you." Azzam's body suddenly shook as he said all that.

"Sorry, I can't. Just go to the woman, I-"

"Which woman? There is no other woman but you." said Azzam.

"Liar, that night you said it yourself"

"That's not true, I just wanted to test you. Two nights I sleep here alone, no one else is with me. If you don't believe me, let's take a look at the CCTV footage of this apartment!"

Azzam carried Alana and took her to his room.

After sitting Alana on the sofa, Azzam quickly opened his desk drawer and pulled out a laptop and returned to the sofa.

Azzam sat down beside Alana and opened the laptop immediately, even his hands shaking so much that he was afraid to lose Alana.

"Here, you can see for yourself. I never slept with any woman."

Azzam grew panicked with a face that looked very pale and chose to leave the room.

Looks like the trauma is back to haunt Azzam's memory. She was really afraid of losing Alana, she herself did not understand why the girl meant so much to her. Azzam seemed obsessed with Alana.