The Virgin Widow of the Solehah

Chapter 117

“I'm sorry, Adinda .. sorry, don't leave me again!” please the man in a hoarse voice gently put his chin on the shoulder of the woman who was immediately glued still.

“Remove your dirty hands from Adinda's body before that hand I broke!” raung Akram from a distance that is still quite far after listening to the sound of helicopter propellers with a little noise. Akram is seen running chasing towards a pair of humans who look attached because Reza is still clutching Adinda's body which is stiffening from behind, Akram was finally unable to see the woman who was actually adored with a frightening aura, as if there was smoke rising above the crown due to the sight that hurt his eyes and heart.

The man moved the lightning bolt who was grabbing, pulling the collar of the ex-husband Adinda's shirt with his sturdy hands.

“You are indeed a fool who cannot be pitied! Haven't you hurt her enough?!” I spoke sarcastically in a very cold baritone voice. There was no facial expression even his eyes as if they were not blinking at all, “didn't you have dumped the diamond you should have been protecting like a bunch of worthless trash? I just want to take the Diamond away so it can stay well preserved without cracking in the slightest!” Suddenly the hand that was just about to grab Reza's collar, turned into strangling the man's neck.

It only took a matter of seconds, Reza's face immediately turned reddish. Even the veins of his neck seemed to be enlarged instantly, the man's forehead also instantly shriveled maintaining the excruciating pain as if the burrow had been clearly drawn before the eyes. Akram releases the grip of his hand while giving a mateng bogeman to Reza's stomach with full strength until Reza slumped on the asphalt.

Brug!

Reza grimaced with her hands holding her stomach. Feeling pain and pain. His neck also felt very painful from the choking marks that Akram did just now, it turns out that the strength of the widower that one was really not kidding. Reza saw the look in Akram's eyes like ibliss ready to burn his opponent! Akram was not satisfied to vent his heartache, crouched down in front of Reza and directly punched the face of the man who was rubbing the neck of the chuckle marks from him.

“Should I really flatten your company with land, then you want to stop chasing my future wife?” whispered Akram in a very slow voice so that the spoken sentence could only be heard by Reza because the lord Arogan did not want Adinda to hear it, he said, maybe Adinda will be more stubborn and Akram does not want all that to happen. He thought with a faint smile. Narcissistic widower.

Reza could only swallow the saliva heavily, the man so coughed to normalize the roar of breath that was about to stop from his lungs. Wanting to retaliate but his body was too weak to stand alone he felt unable.

While Akram stepped casually while patting both palms, as if he had just cleaned the dirt attached to the pants worn.

For a moment, the widower of one child turned to see the condition of Reza's body that was quite terrible due to his actions, he said, the man smirked cynically feeling absolutely no regret for making Reza battered because it still felt not worth the heartache that made him arrive at the top of Bogor ahead of tonight, even when turning the eyes around, it turns out the sun is completely invisible even though it is just a disguise of red orange light.

‘Because a jerk has no brains, why don't you just die! It's really good that after divorcing Adinda and throwing her away, now you want to steal her from me! Step in first my life if it is a new corpse you can get it again, his inner’ cursed Reza.

Akram quickly grabbed Adinda's stiffened body because he saw a fight scene that almost took the life of her ex-husband. The girl could only smother her mouth with a stiff body, as well as an extremely pale face upon seeing the scene before her eyes. Even Adinda did not realize that now her tiny body had been in the arms of the arrogant widower.

“Are you alright?” The man cupped both Adinda's cheeks until her burly hands framed a pale face that felt so cold, make Akram without hesitation carrying Adinda's body and escape in the direction of the helicopter with the propeller that is still spinning waiting for the master.

“Back to Jakarta!” later decree.

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