Marrying the King of Darkness

Longs

"Hindness ...

my heart misses you so much,

there is no limit to this longing, though,

just you ...

which keeps me breathing, though,

just you ...

which made me fall in love."

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It is true what is written in the Qur'an and the hadith.

'And do not approach adultery, ...' (al-israa':32)

'something that is forbidden (activated), it makes opium (addicted)'.

"Civilized," my aspat

"What's!? repeat once more beautiful, " whispered the man right in my right ear while sticking a knife in my left cheek, this man is very cruel.

"Sir please let them go." My request was not answered, instead the little knife scratched my cheek. It hurts once the blood continues to flow, I scream this pain is already unbearable again.

What a man's heart is really made of is the basis of a cold-hearted man. Seeing me in pain he even grinned wide.

****

Just walk away, the car stops. I saw around instead of this Mr. Badri's house acquaintance of the late Father, what relationship Mr. Badri with them.

"You all stay here, take care of them!" hazel-eyed man orders his subordinates.

The man was warmly welcomed by Mr. Badri, what was their relationship. I can't stand by, I have to do something.

"I want to go to the bathroom, please! it can't be held anymore." My whole body is sweating because the hot weather lately is very helpful to my acting, usually the person who is holding back urination will be seen from the gelagat and look on his face, he said, the sweat from this hot weather helped me a lot, they finally believed it too.

"Pakdhe .. hitchhiking to the bathroom?" my request to Mr. Badri.

"Yes .. yes please" he replied.

"Where's Pakdhe?"

"Just like Gan, I'll take you first." The hazel-eyed man replied with a hand gesture only. Mr. Badri drove me into the house, as if he didn't recognize me at all.

"Pakdhe help me," I asked.

"Lho.. means ... Who are you?" he asked while watching my face, he remembered while thinking.

"Here you go, Layla's daughter Dalang."

"Yes Pakdhe who is Pakdhe? so the story Bang Joni sold us to the same guy, Pakde has to help me! I beg you, Pakdhe."

"Danger ... Sorry Pakdhe can not help you nduk," he replied with a look really he could not help it is clear that he did not lie.

"Pakdhe please help me! If it can't help me at least save my sister."

"What's!? Your sister was also involved," he replied with a surprised look.

"Yes." Yeah."

"He's the temperature against him is as good as it is to die." Obviously Mr. Badri.

"Temperature ...!?"

"What's the temperature that's pakdhe," I said Pakdhe Badri nodded and smiled wryly, it's appropriate that pakde can't help me, but I should be able to save Sri and Dewi.

The man is called Temperature because he often gives the study of residents, ranging from immune science, strong science, science and even to the science of eternal enom (stay young).

In the village when it comes to religion, they are very obedient because the population knows that man exists because of the creator is the God of us all, he said, although many have embraced Islam but they still save or master certain studies, in accordance with the principles.

"Sak ben wong kudu ndue cheekelan ben selamet (every human must have a handle (aji-aji) in order to survive)." So that guy is the temperature I hear from people's mouths.

"Badri ...!"

Pakdhe Badri immediately ran forward when the man called out to him. How frightening was this man called Temperature.

"It's all set."

"Have ... already, Gan."

"Put all his gear into this car the key!" gan Arya's orders to Pakdhe Badri.

"Ooii .. is done."

Since when the man stood in front of me, he held my cheeks our faces facing each other impeccably, I could not shake his strength was really very strong.

Actually what he wanted at a speed beyond my expectations he managed to smash my lips, he kissed me again, you shameless savage man I kicked his cock that was not even released he even bit my lips not so long Gan Arya released me.

"The taste is impatient, calm patient used to be beautiful .. after arriving at the city I will finish your body," said Gan Arya.

"Badness ...," I said. I thought once I touched there was blood on the lips just deserved it felt like a painful canker sores. Not done yet, he cursed away.

"Nrank ...."

"Sorry Pakdhe can not help" said Mr. Badri.

"Pakde please help one of my brothers rescue them, hide them then take them to Budhe Yani the younger brother of Mr. in Jombang, for a while I will hold Gan Arya."

"Please Pakdhe!" my door.

"I can't see my sister being treated the same way I am" I said.

"Badri ...!"

That voice, my body trembled in fear as to what this jerk guy came back for. I hope he doesn't hear my request. I looked at Mr. Badri, he didn't care about me at all, why Mr. Badri wouldn't help me instead of being his best friend.

"If you need anything say the same Pakdhe."

It was the first time I asked for his help, but he didn't seem to be addressing me. Am I a wall!?

At least answer my request yes or no is better than an ambiguous silent answer like this. Does not feel the clear twirls falling. I don't want to look weak in front of this barbaric man but my tears can't be held back, this man who is often called the Temperature people approached me again.

I crumbled in the doldrums in front of him. It's enough .. I don't want it to happen again my mind screams and makes my tears unstoppable.

"stand! come with me."

I still sat there with his words.

"Ocii ... Stand up!" gan Aryan's Order. I don't care about it at all.

"choose where to stand alone follow me or be carried," Gertak Gan Arya. I have no problem with his bluff but the way he conveys to me makes this body tremble, he gritted by whispering in my ear as soon as my body felt amused.

There was no other way I should follow him, the man told me to get into the 'Warngler Rubicon' car parked in Mr. Badri's garage. The car is different from the one driven by Sri and Dewi.

"Sit down in front of what you think I'm your driver" he murmured.

Gan Arya dragged me into the car she pulled out a P3K box, she treated me, I was left ambiguous as to why this man was treating me, the man who snatched my first kiss, the man who scratched my cheek, hurt my lips, why should he. My eyes I close I do not want to continue to add to sin by continuing to look at what is not the makhrom I refuse to touch even the quarrels I get.

"Master .. I beg you to release my sister, instead I will do whatever Gan Arya commands," I asked once again, there is no harm in continuing to try but the reaction of Gan Arya far exceeds my expectations.

oh ... If the man who treated me was Mr. Anwar he wouldn't be this cruel, he would treat me well, why at a time like this I even think about it. I really miss your side Anwar Danajaya...