TREASON OF LOVE

Chapters 30. "Good Morning, Aqila."

"Sir please help me out!" pinta Azzam on Mr. Mamat.

"Zam, what am I doing? Who's the lady? Just go home." Thania does not want Azan to come down and meet the sexy clothes. He felt he had a rival even if he only looked for a moment.

"He's my friend, I can't let him cry alone without anyone accompanying me." After Mr. Mamat took out his wheelchair, Azzam went down to help Mr. Mamat.

"But, Zam ..."

"Don't interfere, Thania!" Azam commemorates making Thania speechless.

"Damn it, who's that woman? How dare he make Azzam care about him. This can't be allowed, I have to tell Aunt Fatimah."

Azzura wiped his tears and he stood up about to leave. However, Azzam immediately grabbed Azzura's hand and looked at her.

"What's wrong? What's going on?" Although Azzam tried not to care, but he could not bear to see Azzura crying alone.

"Sorry, Mas. I have to go." I don't know where to go, Azzura doesn't know. However, all he wanted to do was leave town J.

"We'll talk there first. I beg you." Azzam knew that Azzura was not doing well. He wants to hear his story.

"Mas" she cried again. He's confused what to do? He was confused to tell a story because he was unable to withstand the burden alone.

"What's wrong?" azzam asked so gently.

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After being persuaded, then Azzura wanted to sit down and tell about the problems he was facing. Azzam was silent and held back anger at those who wanted to do evil.

"I don't know why he would do this. If I couldn't escape it would've been .. hiks hyks." Azzura covered her face with both palms crying sobbing. He also felt that he had lost his pride when Erik abused him.

Azzam closed, his heart ached to hear the roaring cries of Azzura. "May I give you some advice?"

Azzura looked up while looking to the side. Although he still sobbed, but Azzura nodded.

"Your clothes! The clothes you wear can make a man lust and want to do the abuse. Maybe every time they do that action, it must be blamed on men. However, without them knowing if the woman also has an obligation to cover the aurat and every curve of her body. At least by wearing closed clothes can protect women from male orgasm. I know you're a non-Muslim, but at least you're wearing a more polite dress than you are now to keep their mischievous eyes on you."

Azzura listened and she noticed that she looked very sexy. Azzura rubbed his tears violently and went back to listening to Azzam.

"My look." Azzura began to pay attention to himself and began to remember if many men were always looking at him differently. "Is this the reason men always look at me mischievously? My appearance is too open."

"I am a non-Muslim, but I am ..."

"Azzam, what are you doing here?" a woman made Azzam and Azzura turn their heads.

"Mama! What's your mom doing here too?" Azzam was shocked that his mother was following. Fatimah watched Azzura and her gaze was so cynical.

Azzura glanced at Azzam was shocked to hear the man call her mama. Azzura stood up and wanted to shake Fatimah. However, his hand continued to hang because Fatimah did not reply.

"Tante, sorry."

Thania watched and she stared dislikefully at Azzura.

"I remind you not to bother my son! Who are you to dare make Azzam stop his car just to meet a woman like you?"

"Well, Azzura doesn't ..."

"Enough Azzam! Mama thinks you're out with Thania, but in fact you're seeing this woman." Fatimah watched Azzura from top to bottom and back from bottom to top. "His appearance alone shows that she is not a good woman, let alone mama heard she is different religions with us. And you, you better get away from my son!" pinta Fatimah on Azzura.

The woman looked down trying not to fight or defend herself.

"Even if Azzam likes you, I won't agree with people of other faiths. And I also don't want my son to hang out with dirty people like you!"

Tests.

Azzura shed tears hearing Dirty deed. He realized that he was dirty and there was no self-respect anymore when Erik had abused him.

"Well, don't say that. Azzura isn't like that."

"We better get home! Don't try to fight mama, Azzam!" Fatimah pushed her son's wheelchair.

"Well, but Azzura is alone, take pity on him. She's a woman." Azzam glanced back could not bear it, but he also could not help Azzura. However, when he was in the car, Azzam asked someone to deliver Azzura.

Azzura blinked her eyes, "i'm dirty. Auntie's right, I'm dirty and not a good woman."