The Love of the Maharani

End Fights

Daffa was angry to see Frans overlaying his wife's body on the beach. What's more when he sees a dressed guard filming Frans and Tasya with his cell phone camera.

"Civilized you, Frans!!" Shouted Daffa as he continued to run.

Frans and Bob who heard Daffa's screams immediately turned their heads. The shocked Paras adorned the faces of the two for a split second. Before then the worried faces replaced the surprised look on their faces.

Bob was the first to reflect and was about to pull the gun from his waist belt. However, his efforts were quickly lost by a fraction of a second by Daffa who suddenly released his inner power.

"Aarrrgggghh!!!!" Daffa continued to advance, when the world around him stopped racing.

There is no wind. No sound could be heard, other than the swift footsteps of Daffa who kept running forward.

Frans, Bob, Tasya, and the ten Daffa soldiers behind him suddenly stopped moving. Because they felt the effect of time manipulation unleashed by Daffa's inner power.

Once Frans was within range, Daffa pulled the young man away from Tasya.

Frans who was like frozen with a sitting position on his feet was still with the same condition, when Daffa pulled him away from Tasya.

Despite realizing that Frans was now unable to feel anything, Daffa still threw a powerful fist into the young man's face, stomach and chest. While Frans was still frozen, still frozen and did not return Daffa's blow to him.

"Fuck! Vile criminals! Insultant!fuck*at you!!" Daffa continued to curse Frans while rewarding the young man with harsh blows.

Until Daffa's view suddenly captured the body image of Tasya who was also still frozen, it was finally his anger can only be dampened.

Daffa hit Frans one last time until the young man's stiff body was thrown into the water-logged part of the beach, which also froze.

It was only after Daffa approached Tasya's body and immediately embraced his wife's body lovingly.

"Forgive me, please. forgive me, please. (please, forgive me. please forgive me.)" muttered Daffa many times.

For five minutes, Daffa hugged Tasya's stiff body while sobbing softly.

Then, after he felt he had stopped the flow of time for too long, Daffa rushed to remove the bulletproof vest and shirt he was wearing. Until his chest appears that field challenges the view.

Then, Daffa put his shirt on Tasya until his wife's body was neatly covered. He also kissed Tasya's forehead with such wisdom for some time.

Only then did Daffa relinquish its inner power bond at that time.

At that moment, the voices were heard again. The wind, the waves, the moans of Frans and Bob who were hit by bullets from one of Daffa's men, and the footsteps of the rest of the Daffa troops who approached the captain.

Daffa still hugged Tasya tightly, when he felt Tasya's two hands pushing him away. However, when the two netra Daffa and Tasya capture each other's image, Daffa can see a change in fear that is changed by surprise and also relief behind his wife's eyeballs.

"Daffa? Is that you??" Tasya asked in a slightly hoarse voice.

Feeling unable to see the fear on his wife's face again, Daffa immediately hugged Tasya again.

"Yes, dear.it's me. Don't be afraid.I've come.you're safe now.." whispered Daffa as he held down the water that was about to break down the defense in both his eyeballs.

"D..Daff! I'm.."

"It's okay, Tasy.it's all over. Your plan worked, honey." Daffa said.

"French??" Tasya tried to keep her head away from the chest of the swallowed Daffa field*jang. Then his eyes caught the figure of Frans who knew had drenched blood on the sand that was occasionally swept by sea water.

The young man was complaining of pain. And Tasya could see many bruises on Frans' face as well as blood seeping out of the shirt worn by the young man.

Tasya shuddered in horror. Given that a second ago, he was still in the confinement of that psychopathic man.

Tasya then looked at Bob's body which was stretched stiff with a supine position. He could see that Bob had died from a proper shot into his heart, seeing a lot of blood around the man's chest.

Then, Tasya remembered something.

"Darling! Karim! Frans kidnap.."

"Yes. Karina is safe, honey, don't worry anymore." said Daffa in a hurry.

Afterwards, Tasya looked at Daffa with a look of gratitude.

"Thank you, honey, you came on time. Or can I say, you came while stopping time. That's right, isn't it?" Tasya smiled faintly.

Daffa sighed tiredly.

"There will be time for us to tell stories, my dear. Now, I want us to go home soon. There's business I haven't finished with you!" Sahut Daffa with a slightly taut tone.

Spontaneous course Tasya grabbed the neck of her husband as a handrail so as not to fall.

"I can walk alone, baby!" Tasya.

"I want to carry you. And you obviously can't refuse. You got it wrong with me, Tasy. You've made me so worried.Your plan is almost harming you, dear. And I obviously still don't like this sheep-furred wolf tactic of yours!" Omel Daffa at length.

"But we did it, honey.." Tasya tried to defend himself.

"Yes. But we almost failed too, Tasy. Your clothes were even ripped off by that brengs*ek!' the curse of Daffa shows his frustration.

"But I'm fine, Daff.. Frans did not have time to do anything-"

"Stop! Don't mention the man's name in front of me!" Daffa was in a hurry.

"Or better yet, don't mention any man's name when you're with me again. Including the famous model of your acquaintance!" Continue Daffa nagging.

"Hmmphhh!!" Tasya held back the laughter. It felt like he wanted to laugh at the jealous expression that was now lodged in the face of the husband.

"You're laughing at me, huh?!"

At once Tasya shook his head quickly many times.

"I don't dare, darling.You're spooky anyway.." seduced Tasya.

Daffa slid his eyes down, right into Tasya's face.

"I'm not scary! I'm just a little too handsome for the people of this earth. You obviously know that!" Narcissist Daffa.

"Yes, yes." said Tasya holding a smile.

Both keep going. Leaving the confused faces of the Daffa troops over what they had just experienced and witnessed.

Somehow, their main target is already lying on the beach. Though a second before, they remembered very well that the young man was still sitting on the Madam.

It was a strange experience..

Shortly thereafter, Daffa and Tasya boarded a yacht that had been boasted by the waterfront on the other side of the island.

Slowly, Daffa brought Tasya into a magnificent room on board. Then he sat Tasya on a queen size mattress. Only then did he open the shirt he wore to Tasya.

Silently, Daffa observed the entire body of his wife to see what wounds Tasya had. Tasya remained silent and received special treatment from her husband.

When Tasya saw Daffa's frowning forehead, Tasya saw that Daffa was looking at the blisters on his elbows.

"Just blisters. It will also heal, dear.." said Tasya calming.

However, his words even made Daffa open his eyes to him.

"And you promised not to get hurt at all, before we started this plan. But look now! Open your game!"

"Well?!"

"Yes. Open that game right now. I'd like to see, just in case there are any hidden blisters and other bruises!" Daffa nags worry.

"Ishhkk. Ja. My dear Daffa.."

Then, slowly, Tasya opened the robe he was wearing. Until only leaving shorts along the calf and b*ra red that covers the breast*raanya.

Feeling a little annoyed at her husband who was a bit over, Tasya then got off the mattress, stood up, and a little waddling ala model who walked on the catwalk.

After seeing that Tasya had no other injuries, Daffa was finally able to sigh in relief.

The young man pulled the blanket on the bed. He then wrapped the blanket on Tasya's body, only then pulled his wife to sit on her lap on the edge of the mattress.

Daffa embraced the blanketed scroll of Tasya lovingly. Not to forget also he kissed the head of the wife many times.

"Thank God you're okay, baby. please don't make me worry like this again. Next time, we can't break up, Tasy. You have to promise me!" Please Daffa sulk, worry.

"Hhh. yeah.." Tasya. In her heart, she was happy to receive the attention of her husband.

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