My Soulmate's

Wrong Mulu

No one knows what will happen to everyone. All destiny goes according to His Sekranio. No man can change destiny according to his will unless God says "Kun fayakun" then it happens. Our duty in the world is but one, worship according to His nature. So that when disaster befalls he is ready with everything.

"Assalamualaikum warohmatullah," said Kinan with his head turned to the right, then ended looking to the left. The last rubbed the face as an orderly from the pillars of worship, lifted the sky and honoured with a sincere heart and ridha. Kinan always ended his prayer by slipping Fahad's name, as if asking God to make things easier.

Thanks to an arranged marriage by both parents, but who would have thought God had a beautiful plan behind the hate Kinan received. Fahad who Kinan knows is a very cold math teacher even colder, the duo is all wrong Fahad is a man, teacher, husband, friend who is full of high empathy. Therefore, Kinan never stopped saying a kind and sincere prayer for her husband.

After praying, he rubbed his face full of tears. Rise from the place of prayer, fold the face and do not forget also Kinan wearing a headscarf that covers the chest. Everything works out Kinan did and back again tingling, Kinan is so beautiful and charming with a dress.

When he was about to get out of the room, Kinan intended to meet his thirst. However, when Kinan opened the door his face was shocked when he saw two men standing in the doorway, his face was covered with a mask and a black hat not to mention with a sharp object.

"Who are you?!" kinan asked in fear and slowly retreated.

"Well, it turns out she's prettier than a photo" said the man with muscular arms, her arms tattooed with dazzling calligraphy.

Meanwhile, the other man just smiled cynically from behind the mask worn. "Darling dong, if killed! Enjoy it first!"

"But, bis said we have to be direct! Don't delay time" whispered the tattooed man.

Kinan listened to their conversation, his steps continuously retreating and retreating as if looking for a slightly spacious room to fight against the two mysterious men. He swallowed the salvina with great difficulty, his gaze sharply mixed with a hint of water. 'Help me, O God, ' cried Kinan in heart.

Just as Kinan was satisfied with his retreat, suddenly the expression of fear became serious. A sharp gaze led to the two men standing before him with a faint smile. "Don't expect me to die!" kinan Strictly.

"Well, it's got a pith, apparently," tattooed man.

Kinan immediately put up the horses in accordance with the practice of taekwondo learning in his school since he occupied the junior high until the upper eleventh grade. For Kinan, wanting to get a belt of any color had nothing to do if he did not try to fight against the deceit of human evil. All the skills will be in vain, and this is Kinan's opportunity to develop his taekwondon skills.

The two men were getting ready, their heads bent to the right and to the left. Not to forget two men pulled out sharp objects, ranging from curls to long knives. The smile of the man was so calm as if to him it was very easy, because Kinan did not mean sharp objects only with energy.

"Less aj*ar! Bajin*gan sia*lan!" kinan shouted immediately starting the action.

Bugh!

Bugh!

Bugh!

The sreeet!

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While outside, the sound of the vehicle is none other than Barakka. Barakka deliberately allowed to go home because there was something left in his house, along with Barakka coming home with Rehan who was piggybacked on the back of his ninja motorbike.

On the way to enter the perk of the house where it crossed with Fahad's house immediately his motorbike stopped right near Fahad's house when the look in his eyes caught a pitch-black car, after that he glanced at the fence of his first brother's residence. Somehow, Barakka feeling so agitated when staring at the back of the car with the license plate number.

"Why, Bar?"

"Well, why do I feel so agitated," replied Barakka turning off the engine and parking the teoat behind the black car.

Rehan sneered in surprise, he immediately opened the helmet he was wearing and came down and also walked behind Barakka. "Please call bang Fahad."

Hearing that, Rehan picks up Barakka's phone given by him and turns on the screen button. Looking for a green application and pressing it, not forgetting to find the name 'Fahad' but apparently Barakka named not Fahad but 'First brother' he immediately pressed the phone-shaped icon and let Barakka check his surroundings.

"Astagfirullah, Bi Ijah! Bi Marni!" barakka shouted towards the two unconscious middle-aged women in the kitchen with the stove still on. "Astagfirullah, the stove!"

Prangs!

Hearing the sound of goods falling, Barakka searched for the source of the sound after turning off the stove and examined Bi Ijah and Bi Marni who were lying on the floor unconscious. "It must be in the room!"

"Bar, I heard something!" rehan shouted towards Barakka who was checking on her two first sister's servants.

"Gue too, you take care of them I'm up!" he immediately stood up and ran towards the room on the top floor.

"Be careful, Bar," Rehan said a little frantically but tried to calm down. He kept pressing the phone-shaped button, unfortunately there was no sign of Fahad picking up his phone. "Sia*lan! I beg you, lift up!" his murmur immediately pressed the button again and again while inspecting the two maids.

Arriving in the room, Barakka broke the door thankfully it was not locked. As the door opened, Barakka saw Kinan lying on the floor with a body full of blood, the clothes he was wearing were torn apart not how only the arm that made the game was torn the rest is still intact, and most of all Barakka surprised two men with hands each carrying sharp objects of cleaver and curit filled with blood as if the man had managed to paralyze Kinan.

"Sia*lan!" barakka shouted and began to attack the two uncivilized men.

Bugh!

Bugh!

Bugh!

Prangs!

Bugh!

"This is your reply, breng*sek!" barakka shouted mercilessly blindly to make the two men lose their balance even after fighting Barakka the sharp object was thrown away.

Barakka immediately turned the arm of the man in the hat and masked with a loud and crazy, until the sound of kretek sign of his arm broken.

"Aaaakkkhhh!" ringis the masked man was in pain as he felt his hands cower.

After that, he turned to the tattooed man lying on the floor on his stomach and woke him up using Barakka's long legs, so that the position changed to supine.

He saw the subordinate masked man was very disgusting, Barakka's creepy gaze crazed even the outpouring of anger continuously overflowed. The sturdy jaw is clearly visible, the fist is strong so that the veins are clearly visible. Raising your feet into the air is ready to be floated towards the target, in fact ...

"Bar! Stop that!" rehan shouted at the time along with it there were some residents who watched the scene of the belak batur a high school student.

Barakka who heard that instantly came to a realization, and her brain began to spin looking for the whereabouts of Kinan's sister-in-law. Apparently Kinan was still lying on the floor with his arm torn from a sharp object and part of his stomach that kept bleeding, not to mention with a deathly pale face like a corpse.

Without warning, Barakka immediately carried Kinan's body without saying a word as he passed through the crowd of citizens still standing in the doorway. "I leave the two men of the breng*sek to everyone, and the two unconscious helpers in the kitchen. I, will help Barakka and Kinan's brother" Rehan explained.

"Just calm down, I'll take care of it!" tell the mustachioed man as the head of RT.

Barakka's heart was shrouded in fear and anxiety, when he saw his brother-in-law had not yet regained consciousness with fresh blood that continued to flow incessantly. Kinan's face that was always cheerful and warm when greeting, now that face turned deathly pale even like a corpse. "Speed, Rehaan!" barakka shouted from the seat behind the wheel.

Yes, Rehan is now driving Barakka's car. Ever since Barakka came out of her brother's residence, she ran frantically to open the car door unfortunately it was locked. So Rehan was forced into the house looking for a car key, fortunately Barakka always put an important key in the corner that looks to make Rehan easy to find. With a ceoat he pulled the car out of the garage, and drove it at high speed.

The city of Jakarta is always jammed, now that day all vehicles are free to drive so as to facilitate the journey to the hospital. The hospital road from his residence only takes about 30 minutes, so Barakka more holding the fresh blood with a cloth so that not much comes out.

His right hand was touched by pressing the icon button, calling Fahad who had not yet raised. Making Barakka desperate and cursing, he finally tried once again if not lifted might find another way. After the experiment, the phone was finally connected.

".........."

"Sister, Kinan's brother was taken to the hospital. I can't explain it in detail, it's an emergency, brother!"

"........."

"Anyway I'll tell you, Brother must be a sick man right now!"

".........."

Tttuuuttt!

The connection was cut off, Barakka took a deep breath and let it out with a huff. After calling her sister, she called other families including Abhipraya's. Not twenty-four hours left by Alsaki, the man who was always there when Kinan was hit by something painful, there has been an incident like this. Barakka knew very well about Alsaki, in the eyes of Barakka Alsaki is the figure of an older brother, a brother, a friend, a friend who is always open. Even during the wedding of his brother with Kinan, Barakka was so amazed by the humble nature of Alsaki.

'Looks like I failed to be a good sister-in-law to Kinan's sister. Hopefully, bang Alsaki forgives my mistakes, ' his inner self.

The building is towering, the vehicle is parked neatly there. Not to mention with a variety of terrible vehicles, cars that read Ambulance, Corpses and even others parked in a special place. Rehan who is famous for expert driving finally arrived by taking about 15 minutes because it is very reliable in terms of emergencies. Rehan quickly opened the car door where Barakka accompanied the unconscious Kinan, and Barakka called for a nurse.

With a swift nurse approached Barakka who was carrying Kinan, drops of blood continued to drip up to the hospital floor. He immediately lowered Kinan's weight on the hospital gurney, and the nurse quickly took Kinan into the examination room.

Barakka and Rehan waited in the waiting room according to the nurse's direction, Kinan being examined made Barakka not stop saying prayers.

"Good God, I forgot! I have to markirin first loe car," said Rehan immediately moved from his seat.

"Yes, go, go" Barakka replied without looking at Rehan, his gaze focused on the hand full of fresh Kinan blood not to mention in the uniform that was the witness, and the most concerning is the battered face of Barakka.

'May, Brother Kinan is okay. If it ends, what about the story written by author Gaje? Can dizzy me, ' Inner Barakka.

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