Married Three Breeding Widow

part 19's

Nabila was shocked. Looking at the origin of the voice and surprised to find her husband Fina. His name Nabila did not know because he never wanted to know, nor had he heard his name. Everyone called him the vice-head of the village more often.

He was much older than Zayn.

"What are you doing here, beautiful?" ask her gently, of course speaking Tamil.

He did not take his hand off Nabila's shoulder.

Nabila refrained from dismissing because he was afraid it became a problem. The girl shook her head, turning the other way in the hope that Zayn or Ravana would appear soon.

"Don't be here alone. Then you'll be all right."

Nabila just be quiet.

But the inertia of Nabila actually makes the hand more courageous. Utilizing the void from the village and the quiet and dark surrounding, the old man rubbed his rough hands on Nabila's delicate back.

After ten years of living side by side, the man had already understood that there was not a single moment when Nabila let out a sound, even when she was in pain. Therefore he would also not make a sound when his hand was pulled towards the man's residence and Fina.

Coincidentally, Fina was inside Madam Elis' house.

"Come here. You don't have to be ashamed." The man continued to force Nabila with strength that was above the ability of the girl. "Today people all say you bring shit. No one will want to marry you. So you better get me here."

Nabila tried hard to rebel. His legs were fluttering as he tried his hardest to escape.

"here, Honey. Come on, it's the same Om. Why so shy?"

When I cry scared. Now the man had actually reached his fence, pushing the door open a little.

The girl could only close her eyes, harden her body so as not to be dragged even if it was free. Inwardly, he hoped that someone would hear his silent moans.

Justjust please.

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Grep's!

A hand suddenly pulled Nabila's free hand, followed by a strong hold forcing Nabila's face buried in his chest.

I don't know what happened but suddenly the sound of someone falling to the ground can Nabila hear. Then a special swipe on his head, a tight hug on his body that Nabila could not recognize.

"Not realising how it looks" said the man before he lowered his head and smiled. "He's not your level, is he?"

Nabila's cry was getting broken.

Zayn chuckled slightly hugging her. Patting Nabila's back as if to say that he exists so Nabila need not be afraid.

"Why are you out there alone, honey?" whispered soft Zayn. "Om promise will come, but you do not need to wait in front of the house. If there's anything like gini kan berabe for example Om late longer."

Nabila just shuddered to embrace him.

"There's nothing" Zayn muttered at the top of his head. "You're safe, Om. Don't be afraid anymore."

Nabila slowly looked up, revealing her tear-filled face. Zayn looked gently at her, sweeping tears across Nabila's cheeks before she poked towards her husband Fina earlier.

"You want Om to say what he is, hm? Bolongin his head, cast aside, or throw it in the river?"

Nabila. He did not want to do anything because Nabila was also fine. Zayn said Nabila was safe anyway, so everything was fine later.

"Where's rahwana? How is he not with you? Tumbens."

Nabila tilted her confused face, then shook her head. He also doesn't know because Ravana doesn't talk to him about where he's going. However, he was not home yet when it was night.

"That's." Zayn smiled. "Close your eyes first. I have a gift."

Gladly, Nabila closed his eyes.

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How ironic.

Zayn then turned around, approaching the seat near the fence of the Elis residence to pick up a series of flowers. Zayn stared at the beautiful flower arrangement he made for no apparent reason, making him think of Ravana.

Where's the fucking kid going? He obviously knew about the troops Rose had sent for his Mute, yet he wasn't here to just guard?

(He obviously had his own plans, Zayn thought as he walked closer to Nabila again. He just said he wanted to see his son Abhimanyu. He didn't say he wanted to leave. But obviously that boy also knew it was not easy for him to protect Aunt Elis.)

Abhimanyu would have wanted to eliminate the woman who had held her child for years, but Ravana would also not have willing her mother to be harmed. The boy loved his wife, but he was raised by her mother's affection. He would never choose between the two of them.

"You can open your eyes now."

Although his mind was filled with questions about what else was the riot in Ravana's head, Zayn smiled handing over his wreath to Nabila.

The girl was stunned. Looking up at Zayn with teary eyes.

"Why? Prefer roses?"

Nabila. Immediately hugged the hundreds of tiny sunflower stalks.

When he saw her again smiling so sweetly that her cheeks looked round, Zayn rubbed the top of the girl's head. Treat him like a little cat.

Not very long.

A moment where he won't smile this way. He would probably cover his mouth that was smiling too much at Zayn, crying silently at the sight of his father prostrating on the ground to save him.

"Jude." Zayn pulled his hand from the girl's hair. "You're coming in now. I'm gonna sort him out first and you're gonna talk to Aunt Elis."

Zayn walked away from Nabila, approaching the fence of Fina's house where her husband lay unconscious. Zayn was about to punch a hole in his head, but come to think of it, it wasn't very useful either. After all this person would never see Nabila nor Fina after this. Not to be left will not hurt Zayn.

Zayn's hand was about to reach the fence when suddenly his hand was reached.

Zayn turned, finding the girl staring at him. Honestly speaking, he rarely looked at Zayn like that to the point of making him hesitate a bit.

"Why?" Zayn grasped the rough hands of Nabila who was too used to working. "You want something? Candy?"

Zayn reached into his pocket, taking out two mango lollipops that happened to still be left. "Now, make you the same Ravana."

Sometimes Zayn forgets that the woman in front of him is already seventeen years old where he is not as eager as he used to receive sweets. Nabila accepted it, but he kept staring at Zayn.

"Why the hell, honey?" Zayn rubbed his cheeks. "Hm? What's this Om boy want?"

Even smiling comfortably. Holding Zayn's hand to keep it on his cheek.

His mouth opened, but then clenched, replaced by a smile that made Zayn's breath feel heavy.

"This can't be happen," murmured Zayn in English, so that Nabila would not understand. "What did you do to me, Sweetheart?"

Nabila tilted her face. This little girl had no education. Of course, it is impossible with his daily life full of rough work and inner torment. Let alone language skills, writing and reading even Nabila could not.

He who at this age should be busy exchanging rumors about a handsome upperclassman or a shitty schoolmate is now here, standing without a sound.

And it all happened because of Zayn.

"B," call Zayn with a call unfortunately. "Kalo Om says this Om is cheating, you believe it?"

Zayn thought he shook his head, then signaled that he believed Zayn was a good person. But Nabila just nodded.

"Ohya? Where do you think Om cheated?"

Nabila did not answer, but kissed Zayn's cheek before he ran away, carrying flowers and candy in his hand.

The silence he left around Zayn was really hard to explain.

Zayn touched his cheek, staring at the young girl running before suddenly snorting.

"You cheated, Nabila."

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