Married To An Ex

Satia's Urge

One hundred percent of Nabila changed his appearance. Tonight he appears stylish, blouse-patterned blouse flowers with a subordinate plain colored pencil pants and matching his blouse. No need for additional necklace accessories because the blouse top he wore was enough to give a statement with the motive.

Her hair was straight and she wore a hairpin on the left. Quite simple, but still looks beautiful and graceful, even making some eyes stunned.  

Actually Riana also offers basic tops with subordinate skirt motifs that do not reduce the impression of simple in appearance. Only, Nabila was afraid to provoke the eyes of the striped men.

He walked straight into the restaurant where he met Satia. There are many visitors who occupy the place. 

''Table number 25.'' So Nabila muttered. 

He stepped forward to the numbered table and sat down. A waitress came up to him and offered him a variety of food and drinks served at the place. 

I played like him this afternoon. Chuckled in the heart. 

Open the menu book and choose snacks. 

Waitress left, Nabila picked up her phone and typed the writing there. His view was directed towards the visitors who were already focused on the food served. 

''It's been seven hours and fifteen minutes, but why hasn't Satia arrived yet?'' A little worried about going home last night, especially when he rode Riana's motorcycle.

Just as the waitress came to deliver the food, Satia came. The man immediately occupied an empty bench and ordered food like Nabila's. 

A moment to look at the beautiful girl's face excessively. Truly, unexpectedly tonight not only the moon was shining, but the face of the girl in front of him was emitting an aura that was so stunning. 

''Don't you like burgers?'' nabila is serious. 

''Now I like, '' Satia said with a smile. 

Like the man, Nabila did not respond so much. After all it is not his business anymore, the important thing tonight is that he will immediately declare his purpose for meeting. 

''Have you received the ring from me?'' Satia seemed to remind. 

Nabila smiled. His hand reached into his handbag and placed Satia's gift ring box on the table. Pointing straight ahead, right in front of the ex. 

''Sorry, Satia. I cannot accept it, said Nabila sure. 

''Why ''Why? Give me one reason why you won't take the ring from me?'' Satia shrieked until some of the people around her turned their heads. 

''Because I'm married, '' denied Nabila honestly.

Satia pursed her lips and shook her head. Convinced that Nabila lied. In fact, he heard himself when Rifky handed the girl to him. 

''Don't think I don't understand the state of your household and Rifky, Nabila. I already know everything. You are married because you are betrothed, and Rifky does not love you, Satia said as Rifky said at the time. 

''Where did Satia know?'' Nabila just said in his heart. 

''Actually I don't want to talk about fiancee or her marriage which is on the verge of divorce, but why even Satia dismantle the undue. Embarrassing.

''Don't ask me where I'm from. I said it like this because your husband told me. He told me to come back to you.''

Dada Nabila suddenly tight. The oxygen channel felt very narrow and made it difficult to breathe after hearing Satia's explanation. Rifky hated him so much that he told him to approach him. 

This is not human trafficking. But it all concerns the heart. It is still appropriate for someone else to organize his heart. 

Nabila. Anger had taken over his entire body. But he still held back considering his current place. Unexpectedly, he was considered an item that could be thrown here and there.

''But I can't live with you, Satia.'' Finally Nabila opened his voice with the rest of the power that is still owned. 

Must remain confident and must not look weak. Think all Rifky's sayings are just sweeteners. 

''Why ''Why? Because I am poor. I promise I will always make you happy in my own way, Satia will not give up. 

Nabila moved from his seat. Sipping ice selasih until aground. Cooled his heart and mind that was heating up hearing Satia's words about Rifky's request. 

I still can't believe it, it turns out that he had intended to part with me for a long time. 

Without saying goodbye, Nabila left that place. Stepping wide across the transparent glass door. On arrival at the parking lot, a hand from behind stopped him. 

''Wait Nabila! I want to talk.'' Gripping tightly to Nabila's wrist who continued to rebel. 

''Release Satia! From today I don't want to see you anymore he said in a loud voice. 

Put a helmet on his head and put his bike forward. Even with Satia, he also launched his sports bike at high speed. Pursuing Nabila who looks rushed.  

''Shit, I shouldn't have been rash and gave him a moment first. He was angry, right?'' 

Continues to increase speed in order to catch up to Nabila who is already quite far away. Occasionally overtake the vehicle in front of him. It was clear that the pink matic motor was running from the direction in front of him. 

''It was him, '' he said. Reducing the speed of the motor follows where the direction of the Nabila motor runs. Trying to get close and in line next to the woman's motorcycle. 

Motor Nabila turned to the right, even with Satia who still followed him from the side. Hitting the horn repeatedly to stop the girl. But still, it didn't work. 

Satia's only road blocks the girl to the point of almost falling. Luckily Nabila immediately pulled the brakes so that he could avoid the trees on the side of the road. 

''What the hell are you, Sat? Not that I said I didn't want to deal with you anymore, move out! ''I want to go home.'' Nabila did not get off the bike. 

Not with Satia, the man actually went down and approached Nabila. Forcibly pulled the girl's arm and told her to go down.  

''What do you want, Sat?'' tanya Nabila began to be afraid to see the look of eyes that look very sharp. 

''I just want to tie you up.'' Dragging Nabila's hand by force. Take him to the bush on the side of the road.  

''Please,'' cried Nabila by gathering her voice.

Satia doesn't care. He continued to pull Nabila's hand violently and took her away from the road.  

That way, no one will see it.  

''Help me!'' Again, Nabila screamed for help. 

A car stops when it cannot pass. I had to go down and pull off the two bikes.

It is surprising with today's youth, wherever it must be used to produce children, later if it is finished, immediately discarded with shame. This is the news that drivers often hear. 

''Taloon.'' The sound was heard from the trees.