My Choice of Woman

Episode 164

Episode 164: Khalil, I Miss You

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"Aaaaakkkk!” a woman who was dragged by her hair. He had been trying to escape from the entanglement of criminals around him.

“Don't dream if you can leave this place, Sirena!” said a fierce-looking man.

Sirena is in pain. All over his body now there was a gaping wound that was wide enough with blood that had dried up. He received torture from four men and one of them met.

“Me-nga-pa you snick-sa-ku, Tu-an?” Sirena's voice sounded soft and stammering. He doesn't look strong anymore. His right temple was torn, he even vomited blood twice tonight.

“I'm just like you! It took a lot of money for my life to be prosperous.”

Sirena had indeed met this ferocious man. He is Dom, the driver who delivered Sirena and Kinanti the other day. Now he knew how rotten the man who grabbed his long hair was.

Sirena smiled, her lips filled with the traces of blood that she spewed out earlier. “Ter-ta you le-la-ki ba-nji^ng-an.”

Dom felt so disgusted by that smile. He pulled Sirena's hair and slammed her body against the wooden floor. The woman groans in pain. The tube crumpled and the wound re-formed.

“Have the Boss, don't hurt him again. I can't stand to hear his moans. Better just turn it off, no need to be tortured,” said one of the men who became Dom's men.

Dom who ignited his anger immediately hit his men. The fight is back. Dom hits his men who he thinks are very presumptuous. He doesn't like to be arranged.

“I'm a kid who doesn't know it's lucky!” Dom passed a punch on the young man's face. “Original you know! That woman is just like you, has no official identity in this city.”

The young man fell down near the woman who was weak because of Dom's teachings. Now he could see how painful the woman beside him was. Is she okay? thought the young man.

Sirena felt a tremor that was nearby like an object being thrown. He opened his eyes slowly to see what was nearby. He also felt the puff of one's breath and the smell of fresh blood. Just as his eyes were wide open, he saw someone he was very familiar with.

“Khalil ...” call it down.

You are so beautiful! You should be a prima donna in the house of Bordil. The young man was fascinated with Sirena's gray eyes. Even though she was badly injured, her beauty never faded. The young man smiled. “I'm not Khalil.” He felt pain as he moved his lips to speak.

“Khalil ...” Sirena called again. His head was dizzy his ears were buzzing and bleeding. Her knee-length white dress was already stained with blood that felt from the wounds on her body. His hand tried to grab the young man's body.

“My name is not Khalil, but Philo.” The young man touched his hand. He was sure if this woman was hallucinating because it had been checked by liquor by one of Dom's men.

“Khalil ... I miss you so much,” Sirena spoke so softly, but Philo could hear it.

This girl wants to get out of this place. Philo felt the touch of a hand from Sirena who still thinks of him as a man named Khalil. “In the meantime we go from this place.”

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At nine o'clock, Farah was still struggling with college entrance issues. He did not want to waste his time studying for almost a year. Farah occasionally yawns because her brain is slightly required to solve a problem that almost takes a full paper.

“Why from earlier the answer did not meet again!” Farah let out a annoyed breath. He slammed the pencil that had helped him to scratch something on the paper.

“It looks like there's a complicated thing.” Inspiration put down the tray he brought from the kitchen. “There's a difficult problem, Darling?”

“This look Mas!” Farah showed me a piece of paper containing the problems. “I didn't find the answer.”

Inspiration grabbed the paper from Farah's hand. He tried to decipher the formula on blank paper. A few minutes later, he found the answer.

“Eh! It's easy!” Farah was surprised to see the ways her husband had written.

“Your calculations were less careful, Darling.” Inspiration smiles. He felt anxious with his wife who was sometimes like a child who was surprised by small things.

“Wah, right! Thank you, Mas.” Farah kissed Ilham's right cheek.

Although this was not the first time Ilham felt a kiss, still his wife's actions were so surprising. Not only that, sometimes the sting appears like the first to do it. Now his wife is back struggling with these problems and nothing seems to happen.

“It turns out my wife was naughty,” Ilham said.

Farah turned her head and knitted her brows. “Nakal?”

“Iya! You're naughty!” Inspiration held back his laughter. He wants to tease his wife tonight. “Why just one? The left cheek also wants to be kissed like the right.”

Farah laughed until her teeth were seen. He approached Ilham and kissed the left cheek. “A draw.”

Again Ilham felt his heart beating faster. He ruffled Farah's hair which was not covered by a veil. “I brought you a glass of chocolate ice and your favorite strawberry pie.”

“Mas want me fat huh?” Farah smiled at his smile.

“No, I won't mind your body shape later. I just want my wife to stay energized because studying is so hard.” Ilham took a piece of the strawberry pie and fed it to Farah.

“Before the strawberry pie landing will happen. Tuttutuuuuu ..” Inspiration pointed a fork filled with pie into Farah's mouth like feeding a small child.

Farah laughed again. Sometimes her husband acts silly and annoying. He knew that Ilham was forcing him to taste his own pie. Farah opened her mouth and right, the pie landed smoothly on her tongue.

“How does it feel?” tanya Ilham was hopeful.

Farah chewed on the pie, occasionally wanting her husband to wait for an answer. “There is less, Mas.”

“Cotless?” Inspiration knitted his brows. “I've learned from the recipe. All the ingredients are properly balanced. Even how to cook it is also correct.” Inspiration shocked. He tried to taste the strawberry pie.

“Enak! Nothing is less.” Ilham tasted the pie again for him.

Farah just laughed. “I mean less, Mas. More ...” Farah opened her mouth.

Inspiration to feel cheated. Well, I'll avenge that trick of yours, honey.

It spooned another strawberry pie into Farah's mouth. Deliberately skewed the direction of his spoon so that Farah's nose and cheeks were blown away.

“Ih ... Mas!” Farah's upset.

Inspiration is just laughing. He kissed Farah's forehead gently. “This is my cute new wife.”

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Sorry out of topic. The author smiles his own ginian smile, woy! it's like kek oranh crazy roadside🤣🤣It turns out LDR torturing wkwkwkww😂