PASSION OF MY WIFE'S FRIEND

New Target

Ziva's breathing sounded stingy after running as far as he was kilo meters away. This time he managed to escape from a place that made it feel like he was in hell. Repeatedly he was injected because he was thought to be raging, even though he was just trying to convince all the officers and doctors that he did not experience mental disorders as they thought.

Ziva turned his head left and right, looking back ensuring that no one had managed to catch up to him.

He breathed a sigh of relief, now that he was safe.

"Huhh ... I can finally get out of that crazy place."

Ziva pulled over and sat down a big tree by the roadside. He held out his leg. Suddenly he felt sick.

Once seen, the foot that did not use the pedestal was now covered in blood. Apparently he stepped on a splinter or a small pointed new.

"Damn! Already out of that place only my fate is still unlucky," his grunts.

"But it's okay. Most importantly, I got away now. And I need to find Abian immediately."

Ziva tried to get up on his feet while enduring the pain and soreness in his legs.

"A aww .."

It's hard to walk. He was very fast running. Apparently true, panic can make someone suddenly so have the power.

Ziva saw a car passing on the quiet street. He immediately waved his hand, hoping that the car would stop and help him.

"Bangudong ... Help me .." he shouted.

The car stopped too. And the face of the man behind the glass door of the car appeared. The man looked at Ziva from head to toe.

"Who are you?" ask the man later.

"Help me, someone wants to hurt me. Please take me away from here" he said, pleading.

The man's gaze was fixed on Ziva's bloodied legs. It seems that woman really needs help.

"Your foot's hurt. I'll take you to the nearest clinic. Let's go in."

Ziva smiled, quickly getting into the man's car and sitting at the wheel. The car drove back.

"Why can your leg hurt? Who are you after?" ask the man curious.

Ziva hush. It seems he doesn't need to explain what really happened. Because he was afraid that even the man would consider his woman was not sane.

"I'm trapped by a gang of bad guys. I just escaped," Ziva replied in a lie.

"I'm just the victim of the wrong target."

The man nodded his head.

"Ah yeah, what's your name?"

"Namanku Ziva's. You you?"

"I'm Haidar."

"What a great name."

"Thank you."

There was no more conversation between them. The two let the silence slip away.

Eventually the car stopped at a clinic. Haidar helped get Ziva inside.

Inside the clinic, a man's eyes were fixed on them.

"Ziva's? Just who is he? Is that his new target?" thought.

Another man patted her on the shoulder.

"Gavin, let's go home" he asked.

"You done yet?"

"It has. Come on."

"Yes." Yeah."

Gavin looked towards where Ziva and a man were walking.

"Looks like you don't have his deterrent, Ziva. Who else are you targeting to satisfy yourself? May the man not have a family, so that no more wife or child becomes a victim of him."

Gavin stood up from his seat. Get out of there with his cousin.

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