Marrying a Mysterious Man

Kalala's Instinct

“No!!! Don't take my son!!” sten cried hysterically, as Jackson was forced to be allowed to get into Marvel's car.

Asten continued to rebel asking that he be released from the check of two large men who resisted his rebellion.

“My husband, please don't let our child go ...” Asten continued to cry bitterly, both of his cheeks were even flooded with tears, even his swollen and swollen eyes were reddening the deep sadness and anger in his heart.

Baker was the same, this man with high prestige, finally lost too if he faced his son. Baker did not expect that Marvel would use Jackson as a lure for his weaknesses.

“My husband! Don't just shut up, hold them now!” sten shouted so emotionally, with tears continuing to break making his vision even more blurry.

Baker approaches, approaches Asten, embraces him slowly, sobbing in tears, seeing his son being held captive and about to be taken away by the ruthless mafia.

“If your son wants to survive, then, tell me where Akash is,” Marvel said cynically, as soon as he passed Baker about to get into his car.

As for Jackson, the man could only remain silent without saying a word, even looking back he could not, because since then a sharp knife continues to lurk around his neck with a distance of one centi meter, which may immediately take his life.

Marvel got into the same car as Jackson, before he closed the door, he turned first to the back, where Asten and Baker were still in place, because he was arrested by Marvel's men.

In fact, Marvel paid no heed to the cries and screams of Asten who repeatedly begged for his son Jackson to be released.

The man grinned, then shouted, “Don't forget, send your son's address yes!”

And brak! The car door was closed.

“Tiiidaaakkk!!! Don't take my son!!” aten's voice weakened even more, as well as his body that suddenly limp, and his head was immediately drooped, his body almost fell but because his arm was still blocked by two Marvel members, he said, Asten didn't just fall to the ground.

Then Marvel opened the window, then shouted to his men. “Let go, we go home!”

“Asten!”

“Asten! Build Asten!” baker said as he held his wife's body unconscious.

Then the two Marvel men immediately got into his car. And all the car groups of the mafia drove away from the yard.

One of Baker's bodyguards was about to point his gun at the car Marvel was riding in. But Baker quickly stopped him.

“Do not! Don't do that, my son has to stay safe in that car!” baker shouted, immediately making the guard lower his weapon.

Baker sobbed, seeing the departure of Jackson that he knew for sure his son would suffer there, but Baker could not immediately put up a fight because he knew if he immediately resisted, jackson's life will be lost.

After a long silence in front of his yard, the sad and desperate Baker, he immediately got up, raised the body of Asten in the lap of both hands and immediately took him into the house to his room.

Ashen lying on his bed, Baker looked at his wife's miserable face. He lowered his head feeling a tightness in his chest that hurt his heart terribly.

“I'm sorry, Asten, I can't help our son's departure,” I'm sorry. “I'm sorry .. forgive.”

***

Meanwhile, at the residence of Akash's secret house, Kalala who was serving warm tea to Shira, suddenly flattered her feet, so she accidentally spilled the glass containing warm tea.

Prang ....

“Ah jeez!” Kalala immediately crouched down to pick up the shards from the glass. But just now he was about to take one of them, suddenly his right thumb was pierced, causing a little blood on his hand.

“Aw ..” He fizzed in pain.

“Yes, Kalala boy, why are you?” Tessa who had just come to the kitchen he immediately approached Kalala, immediately took over Kalala's bloody hand hit by the broken glass.

“It's okay, Madam, I just hurt a little bit, just now the tea fell,” the milk is not good.

“Gosh ... Already, let my male servant clean this, let's quickly treat your wound,” said Tessa worriedly shrugged Kalala's shoulders, and they both stood together.

“It's okay, Madam, my wound is very small really, just washed, anyway I ‘kan want to take tea for Shira,” he said.

Kalala who had no choice he also obeyed the orders of his great mistress. And went to his room to treat his wounds.

He picked up the P3K box in the nightstand drawer, and sat down on the edge of the bed, slowly pouring the alcohol onto the cotton swab to clean the wound first, after that he poured a little betadine on the injured part of his thumb. And terlanya, his tear wound is quite long, when he thought he was only scratched a little. And then Kalala wrapped her thumb with hansplast.

However, Kalala's feelings suddenly become unpleasant, there feels an unclear worry that is hitting her feelings.

He was worried, feeling anxious. “Yeah, Kalala ... What's wrong with your mind tonight? Why does everything feel unfocused and unsettled?” he murmured slowly to himself.

He sighed softly, throwing his breath away. “Hopefully, my family is fine there, so is Edwin, hopefully he is not involved in the problems of the mafia, his inner” is in the heart.

While daydreaming, suddenly a glimpse of Jackson's shadow flashed in his mind. Making both his eyebrows instantly constrict. “Loh, why I was thinking about Jackson yes,” muttered confused himself.

Suddenly, he remembered the night of the departure, when he was kissing with Edwin and Jackson suddenly came to mess with the romantic moment.

“Ish, basic, why do I think of that troublemaker!” his gerrick. “Hm, come on, I better go back to the kitchen to make tea for Shira.”

***

Both Jackson's hands were handcuffed behind his back, the man's body pushed hard until Jackson fell down on a brick floor full of dust.

“Aish! Goddamnit! There's no need for you to push me like this, asshole!” jackson loudly shouted straight up and stood facing Marvel.

Marvel grinned. “Hah, basic! Snot boy! Turns out your mouth was rough as well huh,” replied Marvel looking at him cynically.

“Basic is not polite!” cerca Marvel's.

“For what reason am I polite to a jerk like you, who can only threaten someone's life to get what you want!” his yell. Makes Marvel's emotions a little hooked.

Plaque!

Suddenly a slap hit Jackson's cheek. Jackson's face immediately slammed, he knitted his eyebrows so angry, his emotions intensified when the heat and pain felt on his cheeks.

He turned his head cynically, then looked back at Marvel with a song look, like a rowdy person.

“Basic wanker! Usually play slap at will!” exclaim Jackson.

“What did you say?!” marvel's emotions are getting more and more.

“Your gear budeg ya?” Jackson grinned, as if humbling. “Basic, sissy budeg!” hinaanya, increasingly make the emotions of Marvel peak.

And when Marvel was about to slap the second time, Jackson even stepped forward, until the distance between the two was very, very close.

“Please! Look at me if you're a real pussy!”

And at once, Marvel's hand was held in the air. He stopped it, clenched his hand tightly, and pulled it back down.

“Argh! Shut up you snot boy! Remember, I will not free you from here, before your sod comes to save you!” exclaimed Marvel then rushed away leaving the empty and quiet room and cramped and creepy.

“Open his handcuffs, and lock him in a cell!” marvel said as he was about to climb the stairs leading out of the basement.

“Ready, Boss!”

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Seriate....

The novel is not finished yet, it is still. And there are a few more chapters to the end.