The Ojek That's My Soul

Rojali's anger

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"Dragon...!!" scream at the two veiled women simultaneously.

Fatimah who had just arrived, once round her eyes saw her husband was hitting blindly.

Rojali beat mercilessly the bodyguards of the mama, he spilled his disappointment and anger on the two guards who had been in trust for a long time.

"What are you guys doing, huh!"

"How did you get fucked?"

"Fight the cave, weak!"

The second bodyguard had already fallen down with blood on his temples and the tip of his lips.

The second bodyguard was squeezed into the wall.

He was becoming a living samsak at Rojali's hands.

Fatimah was holding one arm that was strangling the neck of a man in a black jacket.

Until it looks like his face paled with a choked breath.

Similarly, Jihan, the girl was already covered in tears, she tried to pull the arm that held the body of the bodyguard.

However, the strength of the two women was not comparable, even an inch of the man who was in control of anger did not budge in his place to stand.

"That's Bang!"

"Don't want to get angry!"

"He could die!"yelled Fatimah trying to resuscitate Rojali who was burning emotions.

" Please,Don't darken the eyes, all is not his fault," said Jihan as she sobbed and hit the arm made to press the poor bodyguard's shoulder.

"Who are they, Jihan!Their fault!"

Rojali looked increasingly pressured against that neck.

The other bodyguard can only be silent looking at the friend almost out of breath.

He knew very well how the original temperament of the son of Adiguna was.

He has worked for a long time in that big house.

Even know, what belts are controlled by the son of Mirna.

He only looked down when the two wet neutrals Jihan pleaded with him.

" Lake off, or don't ever expect to see me again!"threaten Fatimah with a soft voice full of emphasis beside Rojali's ear.

Suddenly Rojali regained consciousness and then loosened his strangulation.

He turned to the side staring at the look of fear mixed with sadness, from the face of the woman who was very loved her.Then turned to see the man in a leather jacket who coughed because of his actions.

Rojali immediately turned his body back.

Apologizing and repeatedly dismissing istighfar.

The pair of sharp netra looked at the nanar on both of his palms.

(I almost killed him)

The man who was almost in control of the emotion grabbed his hair, he smashed his back against the silent wall.

Fatimah and Jihan hit the body together.

The dashing man looked very fragile now.Finally the two women were crying as hard as they could.

This was not the first time for Fatimah, seeing the brutal anger of the man, who had only been her husband for a day.

He had witnessed both hands almost kill the life of a man who almost harassed him.

Moreover, this concerns the life of the mother, a woman who means more than anything in this world.

The second bodyguard holds the body of the first bodyguard who is still trying to neutralize his breath.

He sat down in the waiting chair, a little far from the execution of his friend.

"What's wrong, Bro?"ask the second bodyguard.

" The cave of gapapa, gilak is also the power,"

"The gaze is more sinister than Mr. Adiguna," he said, shivering in horror.

Yes, however, the genetic rascal has flowed in Rojali's body.

He does not deny it, only he must try to process it so as not to become a boomerang and a loss for himself and others.

"Jihan, you better clean yourself, let Brother here be the same Brother," said Fatimah while stroking the shoulder that continues to be shaken.

Of course, once he can control his emotions.

The eyes were so sad, the nose reddened because it continued to cry.

"Go to musholla, only do'a is needed by the mother at this time,"

"Give everything to God." Fatimah broke the embrace, rubbing both the wet cheeks of the beautiful girl before her.

Then he smiled encouraging that fragile and wounded heart.

He was just so hit, how the mood gambit of these brothers?

Jihan grabbed the brother-in-law's hand, grabbed it, then nodded and passed with a definite step.

The first body guard decided to follow his only daughter, from her employer who was lying helplessly in the medicine-smelling room.

Fatimah looked at the sealed glass door, in her heart praying softly.

He gave a name to his Lord.

Wishing all the best to be allowed back to her husband's family.

A good woman who had met him twice.

However, unfortunately he can feel sincere and warm.

A smile from her thin lips was soothing.

A person who always appreciates others.

Although Mirna is a socialite woman but she gave the funds for her social activities.

A pair of round eyes that were now sad, turned to stare at the figure stuck in the waiting chair.

Unable to his heart, so sliced was the figure he knew never left his smile.

Now that witty face is grim, there is no passion.

Like a moon that loses its light due to an eclipse.

The man's gaze was blank, though he could see that he was staring at a cold square object under his feet.

The floor seemed to paint memories with the mother.The pictures seemed to rotate alternately, from each incident sweet and funny.

Unable to stand it anymore, the clear storm fell on the frozen marble.

Naturally if he was afraid, considering the events told by the sister was very great and left a very terrible story.

Even the driver who is more proficient than the racer though, must strike death first.

His heart was so sliced, seeing the appearance of the carcass of a luxury car carrying his mother.

How could?

Why did the most feared thing happen too?

Where is the man who threw it away?when the mother struggles to escape the death checks?

This is what he always worried about, when the father would not let go of his black world.

Losing loved ones in ridiculous ways.

A warm touch of fine fingers, gently rubbing every strand of hair that falls to that shoulder.

His warm decapitation then buried the face that had been stuck staring at the marble floor.

Rojali suddenly wrapped his hands around the slim waist wrapped in the robe.

Uniting his forehead on a flat stomach covered with pasmina and cardigan tips.

Rojali looked up, when her net was colliding with a pair of concentrated irises .Fatimah lowered her head and her lips curved beautifully, slowly she sprinkled a warm kiss on the forehead of the man whose eyes were soaked.Old and deep, as if channeling the sense that you are not sick alone.

I'm always here for you and rest assured, everything will be fine.

Some nurses came out of the translucent glass door, but the operating room lights were still red.

Sontak, a pair of new couples face each other and then turn to lightning.

What the hell's going on?

Why do the women dressed in white seem so rushed?

"Suster!"

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