The (Un) Mr. Lukcy. Winter

Chapter 110

"Darling, wake up.." Faruq stroked Hasya's face gently "Plak!!" but Hasya quickly brushed off the hand quite hard.

"Do you want what?? Don't fuck you Far !!" hardik Hasya was hysterical with crossed eyes. Faruq let out a long sigh trying to ease his emotional outburst. Faruq is like that, his temper is hard, irritable and emotional, he is also not a figure who is always gentle to his wife, even when fighting is not reluctant he also dared to hit or slap his wife, he also dared to hit his wife, but after that he will immediately rain down on his wife and shower his wife with love, branded goods, out of the country, all the conveniences and luxuries he gave without hesitation, 180° is different from when he is angry or jealous.

"Darling, you better obey me" said Faruq in a cold tone as well as a stiff smile to Hasya.

"Faruq, quickly return me to my husband !! That way I'll beg Zehan's forgiveness for you" Hasya said in tears.

"Forgiveness?? Honey, I'm not Derren the big bullshit motherfucker ! who said he wanted to destroy Zehan to ashes, but only then had he given up !! Even Alexa the bastard woman was even like a house cat ! Hush !!" faruq said, there was a sense of trepidation as Faruq grinned like a demon. Despite trying hard there are still many fears and worries mixed in Hasya. Especially as he vividly recalled the moment before he stamped with Zehan's dope slumped onto the floor of the corridor drenched in blood from his head.

"I don't know what my reason is for doing all this. But if you want to threaten Zehan's position in Genesis it seems like you misunderstood, even I've never been involved with the company" Hasya said, crying with emotions stirring.

"It is precisely because you have never been involved with the company that makes me want to destroy your husband even more. The first time I saw you when you were married to a show that was quite simple, it made me think less. Women like you are only appreciated that simple. But you keep smiling happily as if you already have the rest of the world. Why Zehan could be so lucky to have a wife like you, and I'm not. Zehan and I are both rich, they both have the same education, but why is that bastard still luckier than me??! What is less than me!? Now that a dozen years have passed he still has everything I don't have." Faruq then approached Hasya's stomach, grabbed her slowly, glued her face gently to Hasya's distended stomach. While Hasya could only when he got the treatment, he really felt disgusted, horrified, strange, even his whole body shook with fear.

" Faruq, I. hiikss I beg you. let me go home to my husband and family. hiiksss.." hasya said again whimpering pleading as if she had not listened at all to what the man was doing to her. His envy of Zehan was reasonable to Hasiah, but still not a reason for his justification of venting it to Hasiah.

Faruq who was enjoying the moment of feeling happy because of the small kick from the baby who was still inside Hasya's stomach was looking up with a sharp look, not happy. He brought his face closer to Hasya's face. So close that Hasya could smell the distinctive smell of cigarettes mixed with mint from Faruq's breath. Hasya quickly turned her face away from the man's face. He was terrified, his mind was screaming with all its heart calling out Zehan's name. Unfortunately it did not last long, Faruq's right hand quickly grabbed Hasya's face and pressed his face strong enough that Hasyapun felt pain in his cheekbones and molars.

"Listen well dear, obey as I treat you patiently, though you cannot accept my reason why I want you so much, I don't care. Soon there will be a nurse and a doctor helping you to prepare. We'll leave the country soon. So it's better to say goodbye to your beloved country" said Faruq flat and cold, really he is a sociopath who is obsessive about something he thinks he should have, it doesn't matter who is right or wrong or who doesn't belong. For him everything that is interesting he must get it by all means.

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Two hours before the rescue of Hasya.

"Ma, let go of me ma!! I have to get my wife back ma, Faruq si4lan!! Watch out for you b4jatan !!" swear Zehan while trying hard to release the belt that shackles his hands.

PLAQUE !!! One slap so hard that Zehan's face turned from right to left and made Zehan speechless.

"Have you realized yet??! If not here I slap again brother's cheek next door so it's not one-sided.!!" zia said with emotion. But before doing that, of course, Gibran held it first. He tried hard to hold the body of his wife who wriggled wriggly trying to free herself from the hands of Gibran that coiled on his waist.

"Please!! Take me off !! Let me beat that man to death !!" ronta Zia, her face flushed red signifying her mounting anger.

"Let go of him Gib, I do deserve a slap from Zia even Zia to kill me seems like the punishment is still lacking for me" Zehan said softly bowed to hide his tears.

The atmosphere was a little calm, although there were still moans of Zia asking to be released, as well as sobs from aunt Lyn. Under such circumstances the door of the VIP inpatient room was again opened. Looking Zesya followed Hejun, Keni and Joon Woon behind him, a glimpse of Zesya today's look really exactly like his papa before he met Alexa let alone Hasya. Zehan was a little surprised and proud of Zesya's more serious look, really as if Zesya was a reflection of himself in his youth. Cold, stiff, serious being mysterious.

"You are indeed papa has let Mama marry another man please papa go alone with such circumstances, I really do not mind if you have to have a new papa" said Zesya while sitting quietly, his body gesture was deliberately put both his hands into his pants pocket and the right leg supporting his left leg. Zehan only threw a cynical look at Zesya but did not dare to say anything, besides that he was actually feeling a throbbing pain in his head. But as much as possible he held it because of prestige if he had to roar at that moment.

"Your wound master is bleeding again" Hejun said with his eyes bulging.

"Lord Zehan, look at this." cried aunt Lyn hysterically as soon as she saw blood seeping into the patient's shirt Zehan was wearing. He immediately pressed the red button to call the doctors and nurses who were on guard at that time. Zesya frowned and hardened her jaw as soon as she saw Zehan's blood seepage being cleaned by the nurse who came straight as Lyn's aunt pressed a button near her papa's bed. Zesya then stood up then stepped towards the door about to exit, but stopped exactly one step in front of the door.

"Pa, for this time let Zesya alone save mama. Papa's job is to be cured quickly, because if when mama again sees papa's state as sad as this, it will make mama feel guilty.please think of my sister who is in the womb of mama." zesya then stepped away without hearing the answer from her father followed by Hejun, Joon Woon, Keni and Gibran.

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