PROOF OF LOVE FOR THE STARS

68 There is no mercy.

Ezra

Braaakk...

With a single kick I managed to break down that door. The brown door that was broken in the key because of me.

The door opened and a brengs*k man named Daniel was silencing Zoya's mouth with one hand and one hand on Zoya's neck.

"Stop or I break his neck." Daniel's yelling threatened me. He kept retreating as my steps continued to be directed at him.

I continued forward regardless of his words.

"Once again. Stop or I break his neck!"

"I've never messed with what I said, Ezra!"

Ah, she remembered my name apparently, after more than a year of not meeting.

I continued forward until his body hit the workbench behind him.

Zoya looked up, she was suffocated with Daniel's arm around her neck.

I'll make sure you pay for everything, Daniel.

I looked down, at the feet. Zoya's feet covered Daniel's feet. I thought which part of it should attack?

Daniel, his eyes looked around. Maybe he's looking for something to attack me or Zoya.

When her eyes did not focus on me, I coded Zoya to shift her legs so I could target my attack at Daniel's feet.

"Now!" I said quickly as I reached for the ceramic vase on the nightstand.

Buugh...

Praangg...

The vase smashed into the floor after hitting Daniel's shins. Daniel releases Zoya and holds her own leg. I immediately pulled Zoya who was already moving forward towards me.

"Zraaah!!" She hugged me. I saw her face wet with tears. The corner of his lips broke and the slap marks on his cheeks were still imprinted. His hijab was a mess and his shield was shaking violently.

I took off my arms as a couple of waiters who hadn't come home.

"Mom Zoya?"

I asked them to secure Zoya. I also asked them for a rope.

And now it's my business to the brengs*k guy who's still holding back the pain. The man who dared to touch mine. The brash man who dug his own grave.

What happens if Zoya and I don't get on the phone. Imagine it making my blood boil. My anger was even felt in the crown.

I moved forward and kicked her stomach. Unsatisfied, I pulled the collar off his shirt and squeezed it against the wall.

Bughts..

I gave him a punch in the stomach. "It's for the medicine you put in the drink."

"Zraaah!" Zoya called me with her crying voice.

I'm not going to stop Zoya.

Bughts..

One more blow to the stomach. "This is for your rotten plan by setting him up!"

Crack...

I twisted his hand. "This is for the first slap."

I twisted his hand again. "This is for a second slap."

"Zra! Zra he could die!"

"Say it's inappropriate to binat*g it looks like, Zoy!"

I strangled her neck and pressed her body against the wall.

"You're also just a street cat that Akhtar picked up!" He grins.

"Ja.ngan dreamed of being with her!" Daniel smiled lightly.

"It was not Akhtar who picked me up. But Stars!" My screams.

"And you!" I pointed her face with my other hand.

"Even an anj*ng never bites his master."

"You deserve to be called the devil, Daniel."

"Arrh." He shouted as his body was thrown to the side. And hit that file rack made of teak wood.

I'm walking forward. Closer to the man who was already curled up sick.

"Zra, it's Zra!" Zoya took my hand.

"Not Zoy!" My fist is back hardened.

"Please, Zra. Stop it!"

"I'm afraid of Zra!" Zoya sobbing.

"I need you more, than his death."

*I need you more than her death.

I turned my body and hugged her. Take him out of that room. Two servants tied him up and I called the police immediately.

It's too much trouble to take care of it yourself. I need the help of the police and the lawyers. Because I will be more concerned with my marriage affairs that I hope can be accelerated soon.

"Zoya, are you okay?" I asked as I sat Zoya in the chair. I slightly bent down to equalize our height.

Zoya nodded. "Don't go Zra."

Zoya held tightly to the end of the polo shirt I was wearing. Zoya didn't let me stay away one bit.

"Don't hit him again, Zra. I'm afraid you're in jail." He sobs.

I almost laughed. You're here a victim and I'm trying to help you, Zoy. Why should we fear being reported?

It didn't take long for police officers to come and take Daniel to the police station.

"You can go home. Do not let this incident spread and become a whistling issue in the community! Because only you saw this."

"Let Zoya explain to the people! Maybe it'll be through a reporter or something."

"Please keep this for you first. So that people don't draw their own conclusions."

I commemorated some employees who saw this incident. After all this concerns Zoya's good name and the restaurant.

"We'll be closed for the next few days." I saw Zoya making that decision.

"Inform the others, say there's a fix."

"Good Mom."

"Zoya?" I need an explanation.

"This place will definitely still be checked by Zra police." I just allowed.

"And I'll also renovate the front. I'll have Sky speed up the process."

All right, this is Zoya's decision.

Zoya and I also immediately went to the police station to be questioned. I had to call Akhatar and say it happened even though it is not too detailed.

"Om there, Zra!"

"Titip Zoya."

"Surely, Om." I closed the call and immediately drove the car to the police station.

"Shouldn't call papa, Zra." Zoya looks at me. His hands no longer shake.

The former slap also began to fade. Only the corners of the lips appear blue.

"Zoya, it's been too late. You don't think your family's worried?"

Zoya's tears are dripping. "So Nath offered to accompany me, Zra."

"But I refuse." He looked at me with tears in his eyes.

"Yes to Zoy. Everything has happened, the most important thing we face is ahead. Looking back is not so important for now."

I patted his head with tenderness.

"I've improved on my appearance and appearance, but this is still the case Zra."

"Zoya, even if you're clad in armor, that bastard*n guy he'll still try to do all this, Zoy."

"Trust. You've been trying to take care of yourself."

"Until God protects you."

Zoya smiled nodding at me.

At the police station om Akhtar, aunt Lintang, Bintang and Rion are waiting. Even the lawyer who was my college friend had arrived.

Zoya is immediately greeted with hugs and cries by Bi and her mother.

I greet Akhtar, my future in-laws.

"You coming, Yon?" I asked Rion.

"Yes bang. I was still at Akhtar's house."

We went straight inside. The officer immediately asked Zoya as the victim.

I was also questioned. "The weight of the law, sir." I asked that police officer.