Wife For Faith

Chapter 51

The grip of Raisa's hand was so strong that she knew Fatimah was leaving her. The woman was so begging not to let herself alone with her lover. Afraid, especially when Ibn's eyes were so watching him.

Fatimah tried to relax even in the heart of fear. However, if he was not like this, he would not know what the original nature and attitude of Ibn when just alone with Raisa.

“I went to the toilet first. The food section is also not ready,” said Fatimah who deliberately left her phone and bag on a wooden floor covered by carpet.

Yes, the room chosen by Fatimah does look like a room that is blocked so that other visitors will not be able to see it from the outside. Stupid indeed, but if the choice is open space is also a lie.

“Nu, leave my friend, yeah. Don't fuck! You see he's expensive stuff.” The woman could still put a smile on her face towards the man who had been flat-faced. However, in a split second can change the look of his face to be like a child who is so happy.

Crazy psychopath. 

“Oh. Relax, Fa. Not going to be scuffed too.” Most bruised, he continued in his heart, smiling amiably.

Meanwhile, Raisa could only smile bitterly when she saw her friend had gone to leave her with Ibn. Boyfriend, as well as the man who will become her husband later. Because he was the one who had made Raisa's world shatter into pieces.

“Do you complain to her?” Instantly the room turned silent, silent, and the atmosphere turned stiff and gripping. Ibn who had been waiting since, now finally able to remove the mask. The face was no longer that of a friendly man, but a monster disguised as a teacher.

At first glance people will not believe if the man in front of him is a psycopath. From the model looks, and high IQ, people will blame the man for choosing a partner like Raisa who is only an office worker, not an artist, or a model.

“Jawab, Raisa!” he said it was full of emphasis.

No buzz, or snapping. However, just hearing that soft voice alone made the feathers of Raisa bristled. Heart beat does not work normally, as if he was avoiding the pursuit of a thief, or the police.

Unknowingly, Raisa actually bit her lips so strongly because she was so afraid and wanted to scream. Something inside his throat was undermining wanting to ask others for help, but could not.

Raisa closed her eyes tightly as a hand swayed her already deathly pale face. The body also vibrates violently when feeling a soft sweep, tapu mununtu on the head.

Srek.

“Arg–”

Raisa's lips were already shaking withstanding the cries, even blood had also dripped from under her chin as it was too strong to resist screaming. He shook his head in fear, then cupped both hands in front of his chest, rubbing them together.

“You think after making me wait up to an hour it's forgivable, huh?” Still in a low voice, but full of emphasis. Ibn tried to commemorate his future wife who was quite rebellious. “I'll never let go of you so easily. Cheek!”

The man spat right in front of Raisa's face that was already covered in tears. He glanced to the right and to the left, seeing if there was a strange object peering at him, or not. However, there is no. The cell phone belonging to the friend of the future wife turned out to be in regular mode. He also smiled immediately.

The man raised one corner of his lips, then turned his head back toward the future wife. The grin was so terrifying that it made Raisa shiver in fear. “We postpone our pleasure today, dear,” whispered in the ear of the lover.

“Because I'm sure, your holy-spirited friend is definitely coming. So, before all is revealed .. act happy with me, my Wife Candidate.” After saying that, Ibn meng3c*p lips bloody lover.

Raisa's body was pushed hard enough after Ibnu's hand took it off. The woman who was pregnant was now only able to endure the pain in her head, as well as her heart. She was truly sorry to know such a crazy man like her lover.

“Honey, already. Don't cry anymore! I can't see you shedding tears like that. Here, let me help you wipe!” A gentle sweep was now lodged in the face of the pias Raisa who was crying in the heart.

The man who is considered to be the future, is actually the one who also hurt him. Psycopathic men who can change their nature according to mood. Sometimes good like an angel, sometimes also like a demon that can make his partner almost die because of his behavior.

“Sorry, yes, Dear. It must hurt so much,” Ibnu said full of regret as his lover's lips bleed.

The woman could only shake her head. He did not want any event to make everyone nauseous and vomit if the Devil inside Ibn came out. Enough he knows and maybe forever he will be imprisoned in a toxic relationship like this.

Meanwhile, outside the room, precisely next to the partition that limited space to one another, Fatimah was refraining from breaking down the door that was beside her.

He accidentally asks Raisa to connect his cell phone call with a cell phone that is in his grasp. So, the woman was deliberately carrying two phones in case something happened to her, especially Ibnu often hijacked the lover's phone.

Based on the bitter experience, Raisa also ventured to buy a new phone without the knowledge of the lover. He was confused as to who else to ask for help. The two parents did not care, the other family had also looked one eye at him.

Now, his last effort is the friend–Fatimah. The woman who had been his friend for a long time was his hope.

“I can't keep quiet like this. I have to do something!” fatimah was full of determination.