Sharing Love: The Suffering of the Second Wife

Punishment

There is always discontent in which the heart demands justice, but destiny forgives.

In a roomy room, which was out of nowhere exactly, uncle Harith stood waiting for the arrival of him who had dared to disturb the tranquility of his life. In the law of the life of a Harith, he never forgave every wrong that offended his peace of life.

His firm stance, his two hands clinging to the back of the body, the ice-cold view at the North pole, the straight and flat face lines, he waited impatiently for the prey he would tear.

The room without air ventilation, stuffy and unpleasant smell, will be a place of punishment for someone he is waiting for.

"Deliver! Where are you taking me?!" The clashing of the voice created a curved line on Uncle Harith's lips. He smiled, rather was laughing at him who was still rebelling asking to be released.

"Aragh!" his groan as Harith's uncle's men pushed his body in front of Harith's uncle, "can't you guys be a little soft-tempered with a woman?!" hardiknya, with closed eyes he looked back at the body.

Uncle Harith gave orders to his men through hand gestures to open the woman's blindfold.

His smile widened when the woman's bead seeds widened as well. The sweat falls off in rhythm with the heart rate that triggers the strong. Fear was clearly drawn on his face, he felt he was facing the angel of death who was ready to take his life that very second.

"I didn't expect it to turn out that you had the strong guts to mess with my life!" The first sentence that came out of Uncle Harits' mouth made his body tremble even more in fear.

"Ha-harith .. a-I ...." Even to open the word he was unable to speak. The bite of the red lip rattled it firmly, his two hands tied behind the body, locking his movements.

He turned away from the sharp gaze of the man, the fear continuing to spread throughout his body creating great shakes that he could not cover.

Uncle Harith swung a step, approaching, adding a thump on the woman's chest. He was closed when the man's burly hand gripped his chin firmly.

"I thought you'd hear my warning, but it turns out .. It's all you think of as the wind." Uncle Harith threw the woman's chin to make her head firmly hit even her body retreated a few steps.

Tears began to fall mixed with sweat that never receded. The sexy lips continued to twitch, restraining the bitter in her heart.

"And you know what I am like ...." Uncle Harits hanging greeting. He coded two people to untie the bond in his hand.

"Take me off! What do you want?!" powerfully snapped.

"We found this in his bag, sir!" A bodyguard handed over the treasure he had taken from the home of uncle Harith. Nadia's jewelry, cash, too ....

"Wah .. You even took Mom's jewelry! Great and very brave! I salute your bravery this time, but stupid!" Uncle Harith laughed, then fell silent to Nadia's story that night.

She didn't disappear, but went into Mom's room to get Mom's jewelry.

"I don't like to mince words, Bella!" Harith's uncle took a machete that was stuck on the wall of the room. He saw the cleaver, sharp and shiny. Once slashed, broke his neck.

the female thief who was none other than Bella, his own ex-wife, thrashed in the checks of Harith's uncle. He gulped his stale saliva when he saw the smile of Harith's different uncle.

Is he a psychopath?

The teeth in his body were felt. Uncle Harith played a machete in his hand, he attached the sharp object to his own neck. Then, laughing out loud when he saw the fear that was increasingly real on the face of his ex-wife.

It is his own pleasure to see the shakes of fear in the figure of the woman who once filled his days.

"What if this sharp object touches your smooth skin? Oops ...!"

Uncle Harits shook his head before continuing, "I guess it's no longer smooth. Look, you're shabby and dirty." He laughed again. It was a pleasure to play with the emotions of the woman.

He squirms in a check of two sturdy men. Uncle Harith laughed when he heard it, the suffering he told me about it really made his heart flower. Uncle Harits is crazy!

"Why don't you come and ask me directly? Not by using such cunning means and village! You know, you almost took everyone's life if I was late to take them to the hospital." Uncle Harits' voice is high.

Too close, until his saliva splashed into the woman's face. He closed his eyes in fear.

I just wanted to poison his wife, but the powder was spilled and the food was all affected. Damnit damnit!

He opened his eyes quickly as the sound of iron clashing caught his throat. His eyes widened, he shook strongly while thrashing.

"No! Harits, please don't do that to me, Harits! Forgive me .. forgive me! I'll confess to the police, Harits. I'll confess, but please don't do that to me. I'm willing to go to jail .. I'm willing to, but please get that sharp object out of my hand, Harith! Please!" his screams panicked when the sharp machete was directed by uncle Harith in his hand.

"I don't want any mistakes, do it quickly. He must accept the reward!" tell Uncle Harith without heeding the lamentation of the plea from his ex-wife.

"Hariths! Please no! Please don't, Harits!" He again pleaded with a sobbing cry until it sounded crowded.

"Every crime has its rewards. If not in this world, then definitely in the afterlife. I will only ease your torment in the Hereafter by giving punishment in this world. Haha ... but I don't know if it will be lightened or the same?" Uncle Harits shrugged.

His handsome face was fickle, his gaze returning cold as he looked towards his people.

"Give him the scariest punishment he'll ever forget in a lifetime!" Uncle Harits stepped up after giving the order. He did not care about the screams of the woman's request.

"Hariths! Nah! ARGHH!"

The scream echoed and weakened as the door closed and Harith's uncle was outside.

"You forced me back on myself first! I'm sorry, Nadia. I have to do this to deter anyone who dares to touch my family!" he murmured before continuing with a long and deep breath.

Uncle Harith entered his car, rushed from the place to the hospital. About the house, uncle Harith's own people took care of it.

He was cruel, the real figure of Harith's uncle, and Nadia never knew about it.

The car is traveling at above average speeds due to the deserted road, deserted from the vehicle. Only a few were seen passing and passing by his car.

At the hospital, Nadia waited anxiously. It had been four hours since his departure, uncle Harits had no sign of coming back.

"Mas, where are you? Why so long? You didn't call either, I'm worried, Mas." Nadia walked back and forth in the room. He bit his lips as something bad flashed through his mind.

"I have to go home!" his determination while bringing a step towards the door. Just about to open it, the door opened first.

"Mas!" Nadia hugged her husband's body, "why so long? It's fine, isn't it? It's okay, isn't it?" the balance while tightening the embrace.

"I'm so scared, Mom!" lirih Nadia increasingly sank her face on the chest of the man. Uncle Harith rubbed his head, he kissed his crown for a long time.

"You take it easy, baby. No one can hurt your husband. I'm fine, your husband is fine." Uncle Harith brought Nadia in and saw them lying on the bed.

The anger that had been muted, re-emerged when he saw the condition of Mother and Nadia's two sisters who were lying helpless. Especially Rima, her condition was at its worst among the others.

He took Nadia to sit on the sofa and asked the pregnant woman to lie on her lap.