The Fate of Love of a Misanris

The Fate of Love of a Misanris
13. The First Messy Night



"Then excuse me for picking up some stuff" Alina was just about to leave.


"Alina" But a call from Irsyad stopped her steps. He looked up with a questioning expression.


"Other times it doesn't need to be so formal with me"


Alina stared for a while at the old man, then nodded. Irsyad who saw the positive response, even though only nodded. He smiled, feeling that was more than enough. At least Alina was willing to respond.


And Alina just kept leaving.


"Grandfather" Lirih Zayyad. This time he was not just depressed. But feeling really bad.


"Grandfather understands this is heavy for you! But you have to try. Who knows with the existence of Alina, can be the first step to eliminate your fear of women"


"Grandfather thinks so?" What if the opposite happened? If Alina really is a misandrist, this is the beginning of hell for her.


"Grandfather very much hoped it would be so. Haven't you long desired a normal life like this? Having a family, having children and living life like most people in general"


Zayyad. Grandpa's right! I've long craved that.


"Remember, within you this has a past wound that is not much different! This will make you better understand each other's situation. Who knows, with you united like this, you can be a healer for one and the other"


Zayyad is still flinching. A healer for one and the other?


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Alina put the bottle of her lotion she just used on the dressing table. He used to wear lotion before going to bed. He was already in Zayyad's room which was unusually spacious.


It wasn't hard to find the man's room. On the second floor there is only one room. Obviously, the second floor is very private for Zayyad.


Alina looked at the mirror, she was about to remove her veil. It's just that the movement stopped. He feels reluctant. He doesn't like it every time a guy sees his hair. That is the reason why he decided to hijab.


Chequek!


The door to the room is open. Alina kept looking. Found a man walking inside. He was wearing a white sleeping robe. Carrying the aura of a gentle and calm man. Distant and difficult to reach effects. Despite hating men, Alina secretly praises the good looks Zayyad has.


It was pure and foreign.


"You just sleep in bed! I'm going to sleep on the couch" At first Zayyad felt very nervous to begin with. His heart had been pounding so hard since. The cold air from the air conditioner, had dried up the cold sweat spots that appeared on his temple.


After gathering his courage. He felt quite calm because he had said it fluently.


"Why not sleep together? This bed is big enough for two people" Alina voiced her opinion.


Zayyad. Alina's voice sounded ordinary. But this is a new thing for him. Find a woman's voice in her room. It feels like an electric shock. It electrocuted his nerve cells and-


"T-no" In the end he fails to control her to stay calm. Anyone who heard his voice that was somewhat trembling at this moment, clearly knew immediately that he was frightened.


The sight made Alina discover the hidden side of Zayyad. More precisely the weakness of the man that the man had covered up was quite good so far.


The man was cold as ice at the beginning of their meeting. In fact, it is just a speck of dew in the morning blind. It was cold, just for a while. Only when everything is blind and dark.


"But this is our first night, are you really going to sleep on the couch?" Intentions to tease, the more it becomes. Alina did so while holding a smile.


First night?


Those two words kept Zayyad racing. His two legs that stepped back, trembled like they were about to collapse.


"This is the first night you slept with your aunt, do you want to just keep sleeping?"


"But aunt, can't I sleep in another room?"


"Can't be a pity.bibi will want to play with you here"


"Playing?"


"Yes! You're gonna love it"


"Zayyad!"


"Zayyad!"


"Zayyad so we'll sleep in-"


Bruk!


Zayyad reflexively throws her phone in front of Alina.


"Dol-dak!" His voice vibrates.


"Aragh!" The phone was right about the jidat. Alina complained in pain, glancing furiously at Zayyad.


"Why did you throw your phone at me!" Pekik Alina later.


Zayyad suddenly woke up. He saw his cell phone lying on the floor. And find Alina's jidat who's been flushed.


"Sorry, I didn't mean it!"


"Not intentionally said? I'm just asking you where you're going to sleep, if you don't want to, you don't have to throw your phone at me. Do you think I really want to sleep in bed with you, huh?"


"I was totally accidental"


Alina was already feeling very upset. Keep running towards the dresser. Taking his bottle of lotion, he throws it at Zayyad.


"You-" Zayyad kept dodging. He wouldn't have thought Alina would repay him.


Not giving up so easily, Alina picked up the other items that were on the dressing table. And throw it at Zayyad. Combs, powder, until his bottles of cream all he threw towards Zayyad.


prangs!


bruk!


brak!


Zayyad was still nimbly dodging, his hands constantly raised to protect his head. This woman is so vengeful! The complaint in the heart.


Now the dresser is empty. Only one bottle of perfume remained. Alina knew it must be very expensive. But he doesn't care. He took the perfume bottle and threw it at Zayyad.


prangs!


The perfume bottle broke. It was all thrown on the floor.


Zayyad thought it was the last attack. But who would have thought Alina was so adamant about getting her revenge.


The woman ran into a small room that was in a bulkhead with a bookshelf.


Zayyad! For the chaos before, he had not troubled her at all. But not with-


Bruk!


Brak!


One by one the books from the shelf were thrown at him.


"Alina stop!" These are books that he takes care of very well. Until he left a special room in his room, to keep all that. But this woman-this


"Alina I said stop!"


Bruk!


Brak!


Now that his room was neat and well-organized earlier, it had already shattered apart exactly like a broken ship. Powder was scattered on the floor, bottles were milling around every corner, perfume was spilling even to the books strewn on the floor.


"ALINA" Unknowingly Zayyad shouted.


"WHAT?" Alina screamed louder.