Married for Slander

Chapter 6.

Late in the afternoon, Azzam's moge was parked in front of the rented. Alana jumped down and walked first, she did not care at all for Azzam who was still sitting on the bike.

Arriving in a contract that was only that square, Alana went straight into the bathroom and quickly undressed and cleaned herself.

Again Alana made a mistake like this afternoon, she did not bring a change of clothes and was forced to wrap her body with a towel belonging to Azzam.

When she opened the door, Alana gasped to see Azzam lying on the bed wearing only shorts, wounds on his arms and legs wrapped in bandages.

"Scr... Azzam, I don't have a change of clothes." great-granddaughter Alana with a red face flushed, she was embarrassed and afraid Azzam would do something to her, she wasn't ready and wouldn't be ready.

Azzam raised his neck and raised his eyebrows, he could see how nervous Alana was in such a state then got out of bed and walked up to Alana.

"What are you doing? Please don't come any closer!" Alana retreated backwards, her back hitting the closet door.

"Why is your face so pale? What are you afraid of?" Azzam grinned to form a mischievous smile, his bead of eyes moving down to grit Alana's chest that stood out beautifully.

Ah, Azzam was eager to pounce on Alana and slam her in bed. Alana was truly enchanting with her smooth white skin and the curves of her well-heeled body. A thread of water dripping down Alana's neck made Azzam's throat suddenly dry up.

"Are we going to do it now?" Azzam piled both palms on the closet doors, right on each side of Alana's arms, her heartbeat uncontrollable.

"No Azzam, no!" geleng Alana closed her eyes slowly, her legs were trembling with her heart beating very fast. Alana doesn't know how to avoid it, she's like she's losing the strength to stay away.

Then Azzam moved his hand, grabbed Alana's hair and inserted it in the earlobe. Azzam's treatment made Alana even more helpless, her chest deflated with the tightness.

"Hehe... Don't be afraid, baby! I'm not gonna touch you without permission, let me enjoy this beautiful sight for a moment, time' can't be anyway?"

Azzam smelled a smile and stroked Alana's cheek with her index back, her face getting closer until the two noses clashed.

"A-azzam..." Alana stammered as she squeezed the end of the towel with all her might, there was nothing she could do but close her eyes and bite her lips.

"Hm... So sweet," muttered Azzam with a choked voice in the throat.

"Azzam, please stay away! I-"

"You're like a magnet, baby. It's hard for me to stay away." Azzam sizzled his nose on Alana's cheek, tilted his head and kissed Alana's lips softly.

"Azzam.." great-grandson Alana opened her eyes, she glared at Azzam and pushed her chest.

"Aach... Your hands are so soft, baby." Azzam sighed heavily and threw it away violently.

"Enough, Azzam! You've gone too far." Alana pushed back Azzam's chest until her husband's body retreated backwards.

Azzam frowned and commented a bitter smile. "Take your clothes in the closet!"

After saying that, Azzam gawked away to enter the bathroom, slamming the door a little to make Alana aghast in shock.

A few minutes later, Azzam came out with a body that was fresher than before. The bandages on his arms and legs had been opened and he quickly picked up the clothes in the closet and put them on in a hurry.

After tidying up his clothes and combing his hair, Azzam turned his body to face Alana who was sitting on the side of the bed in sleeping pajamas. Yes, it turns out Azzam has prepared Alana needs secretly.

"I'm gone, you just sleep and don't wait for me, I'm not going home tonight." Azzam turned around and stepped towards the door.

"Where are you going?" exclaiming Alana while rising from her seat and walking after Azzam who suddenly pecked at the doorway.

Azzam carved a smile, feeling happy that Alana cared a little about him. "I have important business. Rest, you must be very tired."

"Can't, my friend is waiting." replied Azzam lightly.

"Whose friend? Man or woman?" asked Alana squinted her eyes.

"Woman, why?" azzam replied with a smile.

Alana fell silent and took a few steps back. He stuttered with sparkling eyes, perhaps he shouldn't have to ask that.

"Why? Why are you quiet?" azzam asked withholding laughter.

"It's okay, go!" Alana turned her body and went back to the bed. He rode it and lay on his back to Azzam who was still reluctant to leave his contract.

"Hey, don't sleep yet! Lock the door!" exclaim Azzam bobbing head.

"Just go, I'll lock it." said Alana in a discordant voice. He was a little disappointed after hearing Azzam's remarks, he knew their relationship had no basis, but still he was not happy when Azzam wanted to meet a woman, let alone these nights. What business?

"Yes, sleep well. Remember, tomorrow's your first day at work, don't be late!" azzam Cheers.

"Not to be reminded I know either," Alana pulled the blanket and covered her body which suddenly trembled in coldness. Whether the temperature of the room was too cold or his heart was in the snow, he did not know.

Azzam just grinned at Alana's back then stepped outside and closed the door slowly.

Afterwards, Azzam turned on his moge and passed away leaving the compound.

Azzam was unceasingly smiling as he sped his bike along the road he was on, Alana's expression seemed to imply a deep sense of dislike, but was unable to be expressed in words.

Who told Alana to always think of her as a stranger. Azzam just wanted to prank his wife and make her feel guilty.

Where Azzam may have met women, for life he was never interested in connecting with any women. Alana's presence was even like a dream to him.

After about half an hour of combing the streets, Azzam then turned his mobile handlebar into a skyscraper. He parked his bike in the basement and went down and entered the building.

"Welcome, Sir."

Azzam's arrival was warmly welcomed by several officers in the lobby. Azzam simply smiled and continued his steps towards the elevator.

As the elevator stopped on the twentieth floor, Azzam walked firmly with his hands tucked away in his pants pocket. His arrival was immediately greeted by a man who had been tasked with renovating his long-empty unit since noon.

"Night, Sir. Please!"

The man opened the door, Azzam stepped in and stared at every corner of the unit meticulously, he did not want his men to make the slightest mistake.

Azzam then mangosteen, the design displayed is quite comfortable according to him. All the furniture is neatly arranged with walls polished white paint, very suitable to his taste.

Then Azzam entered the room of the only one in the unit, he was quite satisfied and smiled at his men who were walking in the back.

The shades of white that he asked to look comfortable to the eye, this symbolizes that later his love will also be as white as this, should not be deformed in the slightest.

"What about the others? Clothes, beauty tools, bags, shoes, basic necessities and all sorts?" azzam asked frowned.

"It's all set, sir. Tomorrow everything will be finished, the day after Master and Miss can already occupy this unit." replied the man named Rudi.

"Good, now go home! I'll stay tonight." Azzam again left the room and chose to sleep in the living room. He won't touch his new bed before bringing Alana to the unit.