Temporary Husband

Farhan's

Amora continues to rebel wanting to escape from the man who now smothers her mouth. Dragged him somewhere. He tried to scream, but his voice was not translucent.

"Hhmmmpptt ..." he kept shouting with his hands and feet trying to kick or hit the stranger's body, whichever he could reach.

"Be quiet! or I'll kill you!" the man whispered in Amora's ear. Amora who heard it suddenly widened her eyes and was afraid. He was so scared that he rebelled again. But the man was pointing a firearm right at Amora's temple.

"Shut up or die!" threaten the man. Amora held her breath, suppressing deeply the fear that was now afflicting her. He shook his head slowly, not wanting to die in vain at the hands of the man so that he only obeyed when taken to a dark and stuffy room that he did not know where. For sure the room is still in the Reyhan family environment.

Amora was placed on a wooden chair in the dark corner of the room. The room was dark and not too big, the smell of dust, the smell of piles of paper and old furniture gushed into his sense of smell. He was observing around, but he could only see faintly because the light coming in from outside was only slight. Light entering from the outside through the ventilation makes the view of Amora not too dark. He tried to recognize the face of the man before him, but the light was behind him.

"Be quiet there, baby. I won't hurt you." the man smiled with a mysterious smile.

Deg ....

Amora recognized the man. His voice, the way he called, he remembered everything.

"Farhan?" lirih Amora's.

"Yes dear. You recognize me?" the man who turned out to be Farhan laughed softly. He crouched down in front of Amora, his knees resting on the dusty floor.

"You still remember me well, baby. I'm sure you still love me a lot, don't you?"

"Please, let go of me! My husband must be confused and worried." said Amora pleading.

"No! I'm not just gonna let you go!" farhan snapped making Amora screech in fear.

Realizing that his attitude frightened Amora, Farhan quickly changed his expression.

"Darling, I'm your husband. I'm here with you. Let's get out of here and start a new life. We start all over again, yes." said Farhan as he grabbed Amora's hand and kissed her. As much as Amora's energy released her hand from the grasp of the man before her.

"Let go! We're not husband and wife anymore, remember that!" amora shouted furiously.

"Darling, in the eyes of the country we are still husband and wife. We're not officially divorced yet and that means you're still my wife. I promise to change, I promise to make you happy. Leave Reyhan and come back." persuaded Farhan with a horrible smile. Amora grew even more frightened as the man's fingers touched the ends of her hair. He dodged, pulled away and inched away, leaving Farhan's hand hanging in the air before he could touch the long, brown mane.

"Don't touch me!" amora shouted in fear. He looked at Farhan as he glanced. The man gritted his teeth, clenching both his hands furiously.

"Don't provoke my anger, Amora. Be sweet and I will not hurt you, Reyhan and Aunt Riana."

"Stop hurting them! Don't you realize they're your brothers?"

"I will get rid of any small pebbles that block my way. I don't care about all the brotherly things you said. I don't care!" the man looked at Amora sharply. His hands rested on the chair Amora was sitting on.

"You're crazy!" his Amora is full of hate.

"Ha-ha-ha. I'm starting to go crazy because of you. I am infatuated with you, Amora." she looked down at Amora's face full of fear and hatred blending into one. She never thought her ex-husband would be this crazy.

"Take me off!" shouted Amora. He tried to run away, but Farhan quickly blocked his arm.

"This time I won't let you run away again. I miss you so much, Amora. I miss you." said Farhan without letting go of his hand on Amora's arm. Amora is still trying to rebel as hard as she can. He felt Farhan's extremely dangerous and full of lust.

"Don't be crazy! Let go of me and go to the asylum! Don't ever go back to my life, asshole!" amora Maki. He was already really upset and angry at the behavior of the man before him at this moment.

"What dear? Fuckin' ass?"

Amora just silently held back the anger. His breath rose and fell between anger and exhaustion as he continued to rebel against the power of Farhan who was not comparable to him.

"Have you forgotten that you ever loved this asshole so much, huh? You can't even stay away from me. Never forget that, dear." whispered with a crisp laugh. His smile did not want to recede from the face that now began to grow fine hair unkempt.

"And now I just realized that I've been wrong to love someone. It was the stupidest thing I ever did. A jerk like you never deserves to be loved!" the woman was cynical while throwing her face away.

"Haha ... C'mon Amora. You are not a hypocrite. You think Reyhan's good? He's just like me." Amora turned her head, looking at Farhan angrily. He was just waiting for the next word that the crazy man in front of him would say. Farhan raised next to his eyebrows and smiled obliquely. He felt Amora was becoming interested in his bragging and that he would influence Amora's mind.

"You heard, honey. Reyhan and I are cousins, so our nature is the same. We'll never be enough with one woman."

"Then?" Amora crossed her arms, looking down at the man who was now mocking like a drunk.

"Take care of me, Amora. Before you were married, Reyhan had a woman he loved a lot. She's getting married to him this year, but I'm asking her to help me marry you so we can come back. So he was forced to marry you and after three months, he will divorce you. And he would actually marry his lover, legitimately in the eyes of law and religion." the man raised the corner of his lips, looking at Amora whose face looked agitated.

"And you know? Reyhan told me everything in the beginning. He wants to be a temporary husband for three months so we can go back. And he also said, actually he was just pretending to be nice to you out of pity. She doesn't really love you, baby. In a moment, he will leave you and marry another woman. He's so mean, isn't he?"

The hands of Amora, which were once crossed, are now pouring down. Squeezing the peach-colored dress he was wearing. I do not know why the words of this ex-husband is very painful piercing the recesses of his heart. Doubt and confusion blending into one spread throughout the pulse. Causing the brown-colored netra to dew, ready to shed painful clear details.

"Don't be fooled by Reyhan. His mouth was very sweet as honey, but in reality as bitter as bile. Trust me, Amora, that you may not feel pain again. I'm saying all this because I love you, I don't want you to be hurt by that asshole cousin. I'm not willing, Amora." the man put on a sad face, convincing Amora with all the incitement he did. Poisoning Amora's mind with words that would hurt her and hate Reyhan.

"Leave Reyhan, or you'll be left behind. The choice is yours, Amora."

Farhan gave a sly smile while Amora stared at the dusty floor below.