Until You Fall in Love with Me

Ch.48s

Hannah was a little calm. He began to feel relieved because he could vent his heart which reduced his pain.

"Why do you live with me in the meantime?" ask Margaret.

Convinced Hana shook her head, then replied firmly. "No,"

Margaret sighed.

"It's this malem I'm here, okay?"

Hana nodded.

Margaret smiled bitterly at her friend who was usually very active, now weak helpless. Like it would be smashed into pieces if touched just a little, fragile.

"Have you eaten yet?" ask Margaret.

Again Hana just answered him with a signal. She shook her head.

"Your water supply is running out, I'll go briefly to the minimarket in front. Don't open the door before I get home!" margareth.

Margaret got up from her seat, followed by Hannah.

"Lock the door again, it'll be back soon" said Margaret.

The door closed again, followed by the sound of a lock. Again Margaret took a deep breath, and left.

tok.tokm..

Not yet Hana threw her body back on the sofa, the sound of knocking on the door was already heard. Hannah looked at the door suspiciously.

"Re?" he said as he walked closer to the door.

"Re're? that you?" he peeked out from the gap of the curtains, yet was invisible.

"Hmm.." a muttering voice sounded.

Hana breathed a sigh of relief. "I guess who. Is the minimarket closed?" he said while opening the door.

"Hello, honey?"

"Why did you turn off your phone?"

Hana screamed hysterically, then closed the door again. He lost his strength and eventually fell.

Hana ran into her house. The guest room is the goal, because it is too time consuming if you have to climb the stairs to his room.

Yet...

"Where are you running?! huh uh?!" snapped Alfan who instantly grabbed Hana's hair.

Alfan roughly pulled Hana's hand until she let go of the handle. Then pull back Hana's hair to drag her out.

"Let go! it hurts!" shouting Hana.

Hana continued to rebel, her hand trying to pull the heavy object she passed. He caught the couch foot. But that was not enough to help him.

Jubai Alfan was getting stronger, it felt like his scalp was about to come off. So hurt.

"I beg you. release. It's very painful,"

"Whisper you!" snapped Alfan while kicking Hana's shoulder.

"Name*t!"

A voice that sounded familiar to Hana. Instantly he felt relieved.

bough's!

The hard blow that Dion delivered successfully made Alfan overwhelmed. A few more punches he gave until Alfan was helpless.

"It's okay, it's all over." he told Hana after grabbing her into his arms.

Her body was trembling violently, the hysterical cry she shed. Dion tightened his hold to make Margaret calm down.

"Helmi has contacted the police, everything will be fine" he whispered to calm Hana down.

Hana tightly hugged Dion's body and drowned the face in her chest. His fear slowly began to fade.

Was fine. Seems not yet. Alfan, with half that strength left, rose. Then grab the flower vase on the table.

prangs!

Hana immediately raised her head in shock. His cry came back as fresh blood shot out from Dion's head. Screeching down her cheeks, and dripping from the end of her chin wet Hana's clothes.

"Dion!" shouting Hana.

"Please him!" snapped Alfan while pulling Hana from Dion's arms. However, Dion did not let go even though Alfan was beating his body.

"Lift hands!"

An object touched the back of Alfan's head. Makes his body shake. Slowly he started to raise both hands, then went to be dragged away by some policemen.

"God! what's going on?!" shouts Margaret when she returns.

Juan and Helmi, who had arrived with the police, pulled Dion's limp to stand. But Hana did not let it go and still did not take off her embrace.

"Lepasin, you want him to bleed out?" helmi. Slowly, Hana started taking it off.