Temporary Husband

Where is he

Reyhan walked limped in with a body full of wounds. He tried to avoid the pursuit of Farhan who had been controlled by crazy emotions. The man was no longer recognized, his figure had turned into a terrifying figure. Full of revenge and anger that controls the self.

Every now and then Reyhan looked back, the white shirt he was wearing was full of red stains emanating from his body. Farhan's voice called out to him at the end of the hallway.

"My cousin, where are you? come on, stop running because you're doomed to die in my hands."

Reyhan quickly pressed the elevator button, but the elevator door did not open either. While Farhan's voice was getting closer, this passageway was somehow very quiet. No one is visible. Reyhan immediately ran to the emergency stairs, limping down one by one the stairs while looking up occasionally. He was in a fight with Farhan. Due to his unlikely condition due to a stab in the shoulder, he lost to Farhan.

The man stabbed Reyhan back in the body brutally. Even Reyhan's face got a knife scratch a few times. Luckily, he managed to escape and immediately ran as far as possible. Farhan couldn't possibly be spoken to properly for now.

"Rey, where are you going?" farhan's voice was heard again. Reyhan looked up, looking at the shadow of a man coming down the stairs. Reyhan was about to step when his foot slipped, he fell down.

"Akh ..." he grimaced as he held the wound on his severe shoulder.

Sreet ... Szod ...

There was the sound of a knife rubbing against the wall. Gives a great sense of horror. The dim light on the emergency stairs made the atmosphere even more tense. Reyhan tried to stand back up, but his body fell down as he felt excruciating pain in his legs. His legs sprained, making the man again sit resignedly on the cold white floor.

"Yes God. Do I really have to die at the hands of that crazy psychopath?" remembering Amora's face, made the man stand up again. He will not die in vain at the hands of his cousin.

"I must be able to survive for Amora. I won't lose to Farhan." he said, enduring all the stabbing pain. It travels throughout the body and throughout the veins. Sometimes he grimaced, dragging his steps that stumbled toward some stairs that are still a lot to pass. Struggling to defend himself from the pursuit of a mad man who tirelessly hunts him down.

"He thinks he can get away from me?" farhan said as he continued to walk calmly chasing after the quarry. A strange smile could not be separated from his face from earlier, he was very sure if Reyhan would die at his hands.

"You'll realize who you're playing with, Reyhan. You dare to take mine, then prepare to DIE!" he said with rage. His eyes implied a deep sense of vengeance. Flashing flames of burning emotion and a killing aura were so thick. There is no more compassion attached to it, there is only grudge and obsession that is increasingly controlling. He walked again, Reyhan's shadow that was walking limped made him smile with satisfaction. Now he whistled while continuing to let his knife come into contact with the edge of the stairs. Imagining Reyhan's death in plain sight, made him laugh in satisfaction.

"Haha ... You're gonna die cousin. And after that, Amora will be mine again." The distance between herself and Reyhan is getting closer. Especially now Reyhan again fell with severe injuries that he suffered. His legs became more painful when he was forced to walk. He had to lie weak helplessly. His body really could not fight. He's really resigned now.

"You're gonna die tonight, Reyhan!" farhan's laughter boomed. He was preparing to re-injure his cousin's body. But when Farhan reached where Reyhan lay weakly, he was very surprised. His cousin is not there!

"Where is he?!"