My Talaq!

The Other Side of Fikri

"W-what do you want to do?" Diana was frightened by the creepy look. His body shifted away from Fikri. The gaze of the man in front of him was so creepy with sharp eye prayers and looks red.

"Make you carry my son." Fikri smiled grinning as he opened every button of the clothes he was wearing.

Degs...

Diana was made flabbergasted with eyes so glared perfectly. He was not out of thought by Fikri's current mind. He couldn't just hand over his body to a man who had already injured and had already hurt another woman right in front of himself. And also at this time Diana is still in her puerperium just 30 days. In the time of nobility was not possible Diana wanted to serve Fikri.

"You mustn't be weird, Bli." Diana was trembling in fear. He did not want the man who was standing staring hungry at him this forced him to serve his lust.

"Why can't it? I am your husband and I deserve you, Diana. So, what is not allowed for a husband when he wants to touch his wife? When there is a beautiful wife like this just let it go? Only a fool would be silent without making a move." Fikri grinned towards Diana.

Diana tries to avoid Fikri by hitting her body using a sofa pillow.

Bug. bugs..

"Go from here! I don't want you here. Go!" Diana yelled trying to block the intention of the man who was trying to approach her and wanted to touch her. Somehow the sense of not being touched by a man like Fikri just came over without being asked.

Fikri took the pillow and threw it in any place. "Enough, Diana! I can no longer be patient enough to make you mine. I had a hard time planning everything but you still could not accept me. I made negative people think and made you marry me, but you didn't even look at me." Fikri forcibly pulled Diana's nape to forcibly fuse their lips.

Diana shook her head unwillingly to accept the touch. He was disgusted at the touch of a heartless man. "I don't want to...!" Diana kept beating Fikri's chest so that the man wouldn't get his lips.

Fikri is getting more brutal and more eager to unite them. She forced Diana to lie down on the sofa with her feel on it.

With all her might, Diana pushed the body of the man who was overlapping her. Her tears continued to flow profusely resisting this touch of coercion. "Papa, Mama, help me...!" diana screamed in her heart.

Not out of reason, the mother of one child was biting rough lips Fikri who had been attached to him. Then his knees he lifted as hard as possible until exposed to the weapons of pride Fikri. It was only in the moment of carelessness that Diana lunged at Fikri and woke up from me.

"Aw...! Diana...! You're outrageous." Fikri shouted angrily holding his kneeling bird. His anger grew when he received rejection from Diana.

"Fuck you, Bli Fikri. You're the bad guy I met. I'm glad to see your rot right now!" diana's scream echoed in the living room. Her cries grew increasingly pained over Fikri's current treatment. It was the same as getting harassment from her husband.

"Basar brazen wife. It's a heart you ask for, in case you digress," jolted Fikri could no longer hold back his emotions until the man stood up and suddenly grabbed Diana's neck firmly.

Diana was flabbergasted. His neck hurt as Fikri's hand grew stronger in grip. Diana's hand held Fikri's.

"Le-let go of my-me." Diana's voice was already very softly inaudible. His eyes glared withstanding the pain as the fikri's hands increasingly tightly gripped his neck.

Fikri pushed Diana's body up against the wall. The other side reappeared. His evil soul came again. The man began to darken as if not caring about Diana who had started to crimson withstanding the pain.

"Hhhkkk... a-I." Diana's mouth was hard to say. His body was getting weaker. His hand that was holding Fikri's hand started to fall apart.

"Nobody can have you but me. You better die..!" Fikri grew stronger with anger growing increasingly to accept no rejection and did not accept Diana asking for talak from him.

"Le-le-pas.." so slow and inaudible, that's Diana's voice right now. The beautiful woman looked at meu expectantly Fikri let go. But he was not strong enough to endure the pain. His eyes slowly began to close. The light that had illuminated the eyes began to dim until it became pitch black.

Degs...

When Diana closed her eyes, Fikri became aware of the actions she was doing. "Diana...!"

Fikri was surprised Diana was unconscious. His hands he released from his wife's neck and at that moment Diana's body collapsed to the floor in a helpless state.

"Diana...! What have I done?" Fikri became panicked. He held his head violently shuffling hair.

"Diana...!" Fikri shouted and immediately sat down carrying Diana in his arms.

"Dear wake up, please wake up. I'm sorry I can't control my anger. Wake Diana!" Fikri cried regretting his actions. This is the dark side of Fikri Rizaldy. Men who can be good but can also be evil and commit merciless violent acts. At this point, he was just sorry.

"No, you can't die. I love you, Diana. I'm sorry to have hiks." Fikri hugged Diana's weak body crying regretting her actions.

He immediately carried the tiny body, took it into the room and laid it down. Fikri lowered his head tightly to Diana's hand. Then he started calling his personal doctor.

******

"Well, how does Mama feel not calm like this, huh? Mama Diana's thoughts continue." Upon arrival in the country of his birth, Karin's heart continued to fidget at the thought of Diana and her granddaughter. On the way home until arriving at the residence, not a single bit Karin did not think about Diana. The only ones in her brain and heart were Diana and Diana.

The woman, two children, was trying to help her husband get out of a wheelchair to lay Fakhri's body on the bed.

"Maybe Mama is missing Diana and our granddaughter. So Mama kept remembering him. Papa's sure they're okay. We just pray that our children are given health and protected from evil people" said Fahri who also felt unsettled. But he tried to hide his concern for Diana.

"But this is something else, huh? Mama's heart keeps on fidgeting." Karin covered her husband's legs and sat down at Fakhri's feet and massaged her husband's legs.

"Name also a mother's heart will definitely not calm down." But still Fakhri also felt restless.

"Do you have to go to Bali?"