Married Three Breeding Widow

part 17's

Ravana chuckles little will Nabila's behavior. The young man knew that Nabila was avoiding him for no negative reason. From how he began to often misbehave, Ravana believes Nabila has begun to realize what kind of 'relationship' they have.

But well, women always come together with prestige and shame. Ravana enjoyed it enough.

"Mute." Ravana brought his face closer to the nape of Nabila, making the girl's hand even shiver in Ravana's hand. "I want to tell you something."

Nabila remained tightly closed.

"On Om Zayn."

Nabila's eyelids immediately open. The girl stared fixedly at Ravana, clearly not wanting to miss any information about his Good-Natured Om.

Moreover, Om Zayn has been several months invisible.

"But there are conditions." Ravana smiled sweetly and without sin. "Sissu has to say that my wife's mute."

Nabila. How can that be a condition?!

"Oh yaudah if you don't. Though I can make you meet Om Zayn." Ravana turned his back on Nabila, pretending to give up.

Obviously Nabila was not satisfied. His hand shook Ravana's arm, trying to persuade her without a sound.

But Ravana continued to be stubborn, unwilling to turn away.

"No way," he refused as Nabila continued to tug at his arm. "Unless Mute I'm already my wife, I don't want to."

Nabila looked at him frustrated. How can it be that easy? After all, Ravana thought Elis would just shut up to see her only son marry someone she hated so much?

Desperate, Nabila finally lowered her head, slowly dropping her tears. The girl still did not speak, still did not make a sound until anything she felt could only be vented with an angry or sullen expression.

Sensing his arm not being shaken anymore, Ravana turned his head, finding his Mute crying.

"It was crying," murmured Ravana, though he hurriedly sat down.

In the narrow room that was not supposed to be appropriate for the beautiful girl, Ravana folded her legs and looked at her sobbing soundlessly.

Her hair is long now. Very long until while sitting, it was folded on his thigh. Although her skin became brown like it used to be when she was a child, the beauty on her face could not be hidden. Even if she was placed in this dilapidated room, living here ten years, she was still a beautiful Mute.

"Bisu," call Ravana to him. "I'll always be there for a mute."

Nabila looked at him with those innocent eyes.

"I'm her husband, mute, my wife. The husband should always take care of his wife, should always make her happy." Ravana smiled with a smile that only she understood. "Now not yet. But soon I'll make Mute really happy. I'll show you that I'm really always looking after the mute."

Nabila did not understand what he was saying. Nabila just wanted to know about Om Baik Hati.

"Pisses don't need to tell anyone. Enough we both know." Ravana raised her little finger. "Will you be my wife?"

Nabila was silent looking at the pinky, before slowly linking with her pinky as well.

If it's quiet, it doesn't matter, right?

"Yey, mute be my wife now!" Ravana exclaimed as if he would be five years old.

Nabila was embarrassed and hurriedly pulled her hand again.

"Thy-pretty so. We are husband and wife from childhood."

Nabila.

"What's? I like dong. I'm your Young Master."

Ravana laughed as Nabila pinched his arm. A moment later suddenly pulled the girl, dropping her into his arms.

"When," whispered Ravana suddenly. "Let's go home."

Whahuh?

"To your house," Ravana clutched him tightly, "let's go home."

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"To your house, let's go home."

Nabila looked up at the clear blue sky above. There are no clouds that look so bright and hot today. The wind that blows faintly also feels hot, a sign now that it is in the dry season.

Nabila's soles felt the heat treading the ground. Vaguely a cheap anklet on his ankle sounded, accompanying the steps of Nabila who was getting into the forests.

Nabila was walking to a place that Ravana said he could meet Zayn. The place where the man was sitting, smoking a cigarette, accompanied by several packs of finished chocolate.

"Fucking Ravana," muttered Zayn half-snorted.

Ravana says he wants to talk about something important and Zayn has to come, but it turns out he sent his silent wife.

It only took one gust of strong wind, Nabila had come, hit Zayn's body tightly.

"Hi," Zayn said, "B."

Zayn threw his cigarette butts into the wasteland, so that both arms could hug Nabila back.

The girl looked up at Zayn. His lips frowned, trying to tell him that he was angry that Zayn never showed up.

And the last time he said he would be here soon if his business was done.

"Yes, yes, yes, Om is wrong. Don't be pouting."

Nabila's sullen expression instantly turned sad. His hand held Zayn's big hand, as if holding it.

It's Nabila's habit to say he misses Zayn so much and is sad because he's gone so long.

How he expresses like that never fails to make Zayn mixed. Especially if Zayn recalled his conversation with Ravana some time ago.

"It turns out Om risked a lot just for the sake of covering up the fact that his son Abhimanyu is here." Ravana who used to protest because the candy was rejected by the Mute has now changed to Ravana who will not protest even if rejected.

For he will force him to get what he wants.

"It took years for everyone to learn, Om, but I didn't think Mute wasn't just a prisoner of vengeance. Ten years of silence from his successor Mahesa Mahardika makes war between their group the same group of hot Om, right? And mute is the key. Could be the key to victory Om, could also be the key to defeat Om."

Zayn is certainly not intimidated by a snot kid even if he's smart. "Certainly? You still wanna say you're gonna protect a mute? What do you have?"

"Eitherway. I don't think there is, except for mute." Ravana sok polo. "I think Om, I want to go home Mute."

"...."

"I'm not too keen to wriggle my wife long taken with Mama."

"Suckhead moron. You want to leave your mom for a dumb girl?"

"No. I will take care of what I want to take care of. That includes Mama." Ravana grinned. "But speaking of idiots, me or the stupid om?"

"...."

"In this world, I'm the only one who knows what Om's weakness is. So it's better that Om doesn't feel too winning."

Zayn sighed. Ravana grew beyond his expectations. If he let it go on, that kid would really cause trouble.

Tuk.

Zayn flinched, along with his crumbling daydream. His eyes looked at Nabila who had just gently tapped her cheek to get out of that other thought.

"There's nothing." Zayn answered the question seen in the girl's eyes.

Soon after, Zayn moved on until inevitably Nabila came to his feet.

"Tomorrow Om again. Now I have a job."

Nabila. Not letting go of Zayn's hand.

"Om promise." Zayn placed his hand on the top of Nabila's head, smiling gently at her. "Tomorrow Om must come again. Now you go home."

Finally Nabila agreed, although it seems clear he was sad.

Zayn left the place first, coming out from the side of the forest opposite the Nabila road, where his car was parked.

Just as Zayn entered, someone from behind immediately said, "Well is the time to take the chief aide of the prime minister, Om?"

This fucking kid.

"Maybe." Zayn. "Why? You don't want to wiggle Mute you're sad because his father was willing to die for him?"

"Isn't Om sad?" Ravana smiles. "Soalah brags again his Mute Om know that his Good Om turned out to be the devil."

"Sad, huh?"

"He's sad. You see Om kan .. had never acted in front of Mute."

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