The Shackles of the Lord's Love

Chapter 1 ~ Same Face, Not With Character

In a famous hospital VIP room, a woman was lying with various tools attached to her hands and body.

Proportionate body even though unconscious, smooth, white and smooth skin makes every nurse who keeps always amazed. Like the nurse staring at him at this moment.

"This woman is 27 years old but still beautiful, the younger me a few years is not this pretty," the nurse said.

Slowly both eyelids Ayla blinked. His fingers also began to move. "I where?" his mind when his consciousness had returned intact.

"Miss is conscious?" squealing the nurse who had noticed Ayla's movements.

The nurse ran out so happy. Then I returned after a while with a doctor.

"It's a miracle. His condition is very stable. We will do further checks. If everything is good, after the next few days he can go home" the handsome doctor told the nurse standing next to him.

The doctor came out, leaving Ayla frowning. "Since when did Haven become a doctor?"

The woman was still staring at the door that had now been sealed shut. "What's up, Miss? You like Dr Austin?"

"Austin?" ayla's mind again, the frown on her forehead deepened. He knew the doctor as a close friend, Haven.

"There's no shame, miss. All patients, nurses and even fellow doctors are always clamps with Austin doctors," added the nurse with a shy face. It can be ascertained that he is also one of the ranks of girls who are clamps on the man.

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"He's conscious?" said a man while grinning. Both legs began to tread the floor, his body was tall, his face was beautiful with a thin mustache sexy. His body was stout and walked with dignity. But alas, his two netra hazel has a sharp highlight that will make anyone who accidentally meets with him will goosebumps instantly.

Impatiently the man walked out of his room. He doesn't even care about his cell phone calls, which are still connected to Austin.

"Master," said a man who was his personal assistant.

"To Mitra Medistra Hospital," he said without answering his assistant's greeting. He threw the car key he had held.

"What are we there for? Are you not feeling well? Wouldn't it be right to ask Austin to come and check?" asked the assistant as he ran small following the broad steps of the master. He began to speak informally as his friend's fashions became active.

"Do you want me to tear your mouth? Why do you ask so much?" the man's ketusus made the assistant speechless, suddenly the air around him turned cold.

"Ck, I shouldn't have much to say. Then I'll freeze to death."

"The woman is conscious." A sentence made the assistant round his eyes. His body that was starting to cool back warmed up instantly.

"really? Very good, that way you'll soon meet your little lover."

The man who had put on a cold face suddenly warmed up. A faint smile rose when she remembered her cute little Lala figure.

Grn, deg, deg.

Look, with the thought of the sweet smile of the 7-year-old little boy alone has managed to make the man with the full name Marvelio Prado was pounding.

"A minute, Lala. I'll meet you."

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15 Minutes, a relatively short time like 1 year for Marvel. The man felt a rumble in his heart, although his face remained flat and cold as usual.

"Sir, we've arrived" said assistant Willy Wilson, 28, who has returned to his submissive, courteous mode.

"You're driving like a turtle," Marvel sniffed out of the car, leaving Willy staring in disbelief. The normal 35-minute journey he took in 15 minutes. And it's still too long? It felt like he wanted to grab the hair of the man who was two years older than him.

Tuk, tuk, tuk.

The sound of a pair of shoes poking out at each other, in the quiet hallway of the hospital Marvel ran towards the room of the woman he nearly killed a year ago. In the real world, Ayla has been in a coma for a year. Impatiently Marvel opened the door of the room that read VIP.

BRACKET.

The door opened with a little slamming. The two women inside looked directly at the door.

Marvel looked at Ayla with an inexplicable look. While Ayla returned that gaze with teary eyes.

"You out!" tell Marvel to the nurse.

"Good, Sir." The nurse passed from there, though handsome but the aura of Marvel always made the people around him feel cold and unsettled.

"Hiih, it's scary for him. Although he was equally handsome, but he was very much different from the smiling, friendly and warm Austin doctor" he muttered after making it out of the room safely, not to forget he had closed the door slowly before.

"You're sober?" ask Marvel after a moment of silence. He looked closely at the woman who was now sitting with her leaning on the super comfortable headboard.

Ayla was too happy to be speechless. The woman just nodded and smiled very sweetly. He thought no one would care about him anymore. Because from the morning absolutely no one visited, be it the fiancee or her friends.

"Why smile like that? Did I ask you to smile?" said Marvel ketus, somehow Ayla felt something strange with the fiancee.

"Why is Edric yelling at me?" ayla asked puzzledly, her sweet smile disappearing instantly.

The face of the man in front of him is indeed very similar to the fiancee, but his attitude is different 180 degrees.

"Who's Edric? Don't beat! Now tell me where the girl who owns this necklace is?"

Marvel pulled out a necklace that had been tied around his neck for the past year. Ayla also watched carefully, her forehead wrinkled when completely foreign to the object.

"Who's necklace is it? I've never seen her" the woman said innocently.

"You!" A glint of anger was clearly visible from the two eyes of the man. The man raised his right hand and strangled Ayla.

"Ugh." Ayla's hands hold Marvel's hands. His still weak body left him with no strength to resist.

"Don't pretend anymore! I've been letting you live for the past year just for this. If you can't give me the answer to what you're living for, huh?"

Both of Ayla's initially teary eyes had now melted her tears. The woman was still staring at the fiancee's face with a look of disbelief.

Deg.

A sense of unbearability appeared in the innermost recesses of the man's heart. Marvel is drifting in both brown neutrals that look scarred. "No, you can't be careless. Maybe it's just the same coincidence," she said.

Unknowingly her giggles tightened and made Ayla even harder to breathe.

"Master," Willy screeched. How surprised the man when he just stepped foot into this room, already treated by the cruelty of Marvel that has ingrained.

"Huk, uhuk." Ayla coughed when Willy managed to pull Marvel's hand away from her neck, the woman scooped up as much air as possible to normalize the air supply that had stopped.

"Are you crazy? You can kill him" angry Willy, not realizing that Marvel's gaze was about to swallow him alive.

"Ehm, I-I mean if he dies, you won't have any other source to find him."

Marvel took a heavy breath. "Call Austin now!"

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Tbc.

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