My Secret Life's

Chapter 112: Love Sick

"All right, once again forgive his sins. That's all I can say, I forgive better" Azam said, trying to give advice.

"What if I make your family on the verge of death? What is your wise saying still remains the same?(What if I put your family on the brink of death? Does your wise speech still remain the same? )" challenge Asfa who immediately makes Azam's face red.

Like a simalakama fruit to Azam, his wise advice became a sharp sword that struck his heart. Imagining his family tormented is indeed the scariest thing and if you think again, maybe the person who became the reason for his family tormented must have been burned alive by him. But look at Asfa who only uses words as the first act, if the one in Asfa's position is his self.

Whether able to be as calm and as cold as Asfa, his answer was definitely not because anyone who touched his family would definitely perish. While Asfa gave a cynical smile to Azam who experienced the exact checkmate of killing his king directly, with the calmness of Asfa standing while holding the can in his right hand.

"Try to repeat your words of wisdom, when the destruction of your family before your eyes" said Asfa in front of Azam with a distance of fifteen cm.

Kreeuuzeek***....

With strength concentrated in the palm of her right hand, Asfa squeezed the cold tin of her minimum marks right in front of Azam's face, the young man instantly returned to the real world and felt a slap that slapped his ego. Once again the words of the girl in front of him are true, anyone can certainly speak wisely but will the words of wisdom still be spoken if the wounded are themselves.

While Asfa chose to stare cynically and coldly while turning her body and choosing to step up the stairs, Alvaro allowed his sister to leave after venting her anger and heartache. At least Asfa is better because it only uses words instead of playing hands like himself, Zara's body lying like her is not cared for by anyone.

"Remember your promise Azam Khan. Keep that demonic woman out of my family or I destroy the throne." alvaro said with a look of disdain towards Zara which made Azam only sigh because regardless of the grip of Asfa and Alvaro who had an aura far below Asfa could still be faced by her.

"I won't break my promise, let me get out of your mansion without a hitch." replied Azam who remembered the gunpoint of the guard bodyguard of the mansion and definitely while out would still get the same reception.

"Mother our guests to the gates of the mansion!" order Alvaro and step his feet towards the opposite direction of the stairs to meet his papa who must have seen all of his from the workroom.

"Let me deliver" said Mother Anya with a relaxed step down the stairs that became her place to accompany her young lady after listening to Alvaro's orders.

"Wait, I gotta take her." azam answered her feet towards Zara who was lying down and was forced to hold the veiled woman despite her mind and heart being chaotic due to the storm that hit her wise.

Without answering any more, step Mother Anya down the marble casually and slowly let the young man behind her follow her steps. Azam stepped foot to leave the mansion, Alvaro was facing his own test inside his family's work room and Asfa had already entered his private room with a cold face that still left an aura of intimidation.

The silent atmosphere of the room turned silent with tension as Asfa's steps entered the room, one of the sweetest smiles as a welcome from Zain did not melt the emotions in Asfa's heart. While Abhi who was lying on a king-size bed can only stay still and keep his eyes closed even though there is no drowsiness that ambushes him, he said, the sharpness of Asfa's blue eyes is able to capture the movement of Abhi's eyelashes that are still moving for comfort.

"Zain come here, I need your help. (Zain came here, I need your help.)" said Asfa with a soft voice but not a thin smile on his face that was clearly a grin but Zain still approached Asfa with his heart sincere plus the smile of the macho man was not faded though for a second.

"Tell me, what do you need my sweetheart?(Tell me, what do you need my dear?)" zain asked after stopping in front of Asfa and now Zain's position covered the existence of Asfa who was standing in front of the door, abhi begins to feel his heart raging listening to the chatter of his wife and the foreign man who brought him into the room.

"Here I need you, can?(Here I need you, can I?)" ask Asfa back while wrapping one of his right hand on Zain's shoulder and Asfa's left hand on Zain's lips while Asfa's gaze gives the code to the back.

Dag. dig. dug. (in Zain's heart, Asfa really made her fly but the sense of flight was still on the ground).

"Everything for you my sweetheart.(All for you dear me.)" replied Zain no less softly with a wet hoarse voice almost to make Asfa fall.

The role of Zain is like a prince of dreams but the reality is only as an elf who is an oracle of hope, not one of Asfa who makes his feelings fly into space but still rest on the ground. Well whatever in doing Asfa has obtained his whole heart permission, Love in his heart is a disease that does not want to be cured that can be called Love Sick.

There was no Love gaze from Asfa, but Asfa's gentle voice melted her heart considerably with the light touch of both Asfa's soft hands. Flowers in the national park were less blooming when compared with his heart that was in the middle of flowers, Zain just enjoyed every moment adjacent to Asfa and it was enough for him.

Abhi who felt the heat in his heart began to rouse especially his wife's chatter was very soft in his ears, sounding soft, even softer when talking to a stranger than talking to him. His heart was hot and his feelings as if torn, there was no sincerity in his heart from every word spoken on his wife's lips.

"My sweetheart, you are very sweet.(My dear, you are very sweet.)" said Zain increasingly burning the hot mood in the heart of someone with his sincere heart.

"Why not Zain's. (Why not Zain.)" said Asfa who heard footsteps but still acted pretentiously romantic with Zain.

Until the voice that is very familiar to him voiced his heart, the sound that sounded choked with a mixture of anger, disappointment and also jealousy.

"Stay away from my wife!" abhi said with emotion that had darkened his awareness of something and made Zain shift his body to the side of Asfa like an eye code from Asfa to get away from the presence of the sweetest girl in the eyes of a person Zaina.

"Well, can you walk? I bought that particular wheelchair, Zain could tell me what the punishment is for people messing with me." asfa said with a faint smile that made Abhi swallow her own saliva because the charade pretended to remain paralyzed was uncovered in a matter of hours.

"Law.." said Zain who immediately stopped because Abhi lunged at his speech that was just starting.

"Give me a chance to explain." asked Abhi with a serious look that made Asfa break out a thin smile on her face.

"Zayn! Go!" asfa orders while his right hand pointed towards the balcony and Zain stepped foot without objection what else complaints make Abhi feel anxious when he saw a man with a appearance not much different from he became like a submissive son in front of his wife.

After the departure of Zain who had to move on the balcony, now Asfa steps closer to Abhi who is still standing two steps from his bed. Abhi's face looks tense but still tried to stay calm, while Asfa just stepped foot to cut the distance between the two.

"Sit down! And say!(Be seated! And say!)" asfa commands a police-like on the suspect to make Abhi reflex to sit down but her fire-like awareness is still on the way.

Greeeb...

Asfa quickly pulled Abhi's hand before her husband's body fell due to lack of consciousness, should he retreat and just sit on a soft mattress instead of her immediately rushed to sit in the wind. Abhi's body is jolted when Asfa's hand pulls on her shirt and ends up in the arms of her wife who gives the flower a fresh scent entering her nasal cavity, the warmth Abhi had never felt felt was like a dream.

"Sorry, I." said Abhi who felt awkward because he was caught inhaling the scent of his wife's body continuously.

"Let's sit down, don't act like a superhero. Your legs still need therapy even though they can walk." said Asfa cut Abhi's speech while asking Abhi to sit back on a soft mattress.

"It's convenient?" ask Asfa after letting Abhi's body lean on the soft back and Abhi's legs have been left alone without applying pressure.

"Well it's comfortable, sit down." Abhi replied patting the mattress next to her which was definitely enough for Asfa to sit down.

There was no rejection from Asfa who was still following what Abhi wanted by sitting next to him and staring at the entrance of his room, while Abhi stared at Asfa's face which looked much more pure white and what beauty there was.

"Explain what happened!" asfa's orders without looking at Abhi.

"Geek me when you talk to me! I." said Abhi by moving his right hand to touch Asfa's chin to be brought facing himself.

"Don't force me to give you the evil eye! Just explain why you chose to play" said Asfa and hold Abhi's hand to stop his intention.

"Haha. Then what about yourself? Was there no drama all this time? How many times have I asked you who you really are but your answer is always the same. What am I supposed to do?" asked Abhi while exhaling her breath violently.

A stifled inner voice, as if overflowing with it, a feeling of curiosity, a question that piled up made his emotions like an erupting volcano. Waiting for the peak where the hot lava melts would flood his entire body and freeze the mind inside his brain, while Asfa chose silence and let Abhi continue her speech.

Silent...

"Who are you really, looks change completely, your attitude is opposite and your every action is like a leader, what about the secret behind my accident? What was the meaning of the message that made me fall into the darkness." said Abhi fiercely staring at the entrance after getting silence from Asfa.

Silent again...

"Did you hear me?! I need an answer." said Abhi a little loudly making the person on the balcony run in and directly stormed Asfa with a worried look.

"My.." said Zain after appearing in front of Asfa and Asfa's face was already flat with no expression.

"Hm. Go!" asfa's orders cut off Zain's speech so that the atmosphere did not get further.

"I stay here! I won't let you get hurt.(I'm staying right here! I won't let you get hurt)" Zain replied and retreated his footsteps to stand at the end of the glass window towards the balcony.

"Do you want to know who I am?(Do you want to know who I am?)" asked Asfa and shifted her sitting position and looked at Abhi who was in her eyes.

"Your Foreign Language is too perfect for a girl graduating from elementary school, who are you?(Your foreign language is too perfect for an elementary school grad girl, who are you?)" abhi asked with increasingly longing eyes to get an answer.

"I'll say but with one condition!(I'll say but on one condition!)" said Asfa with a sweet smile.

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. hay reader's, don't ask when othoor will be up double well bcz Othoor must be up double if the mood is fine plus dapet like a lot, what else if his comments also make othoor spirit 🥰

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. today othoor want to ask you guys prefer that dreamy guy who is rich what the hell? What else if a woman like the figure of Queen Asfa Luxifer, *haduew othoor aja confused so his... 😬😅

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...🥀*.Greetings from Babang Zain plus babang Abhi.🥀...