WRONG MARRIAGE

170.

The debate between Arkhan and Faisal in front of the restaurant still upset Arkhan. It was evident that the man still seemed emotional. Along the way, Arkhan did not speak even a word. Highlight his eyes were sharp, his facial skin was flushed red, and his jaw veins were hardened. Driving is also unstable. It was almost a series due to not focusing on driving. Fortunately Arkhan nimbly swerved to the left to dodge. Unfortunately it was Zalfa who was shocked by the movement of the car that turned violently.

Zalfa looked at Arkhan in annoyance. Oh my, Arkhan. Upset may be, but not even the effects threaten the lives of others like this. Zalfa until the hanger is made. If Zalfa could choose, he would rather be on a galloping horse than be in a car that fast, it would be scarier than anything.

“Be careful! We can die silly with the way you drive like this,” said Zalfa with a heart beat due to shock.

Arkhan only looked short.

“Pelay the car!” tell Zalfa who's terrified by the way Arkhan's driving. Its speed could make Zalfa die stiff.

Arkhan doesn't care what Zalfa says. The speed of the car does not decrease, even higher. The man focused on looking ahead.

“Arkhan, did you not hear me? You are not alone now. There's me beside you. Do you want to see me die?” Zalfa holding on to the door handle. His heart's pounding is getting faster.

“Be quiet!” arkhan said without looking.

“Arkhan, you scared me!” squeak Zalfa with watery eyes. Staring at the street in front that seemed to move closer quickly, housing on the right left side of the road was like moving away quickly. My God, Zalfa was terrified. “If you are still reckless, I will jump!”

Zalfa did not reply to Arkhan's words. Indeed, he was just threatening, because there is no way he would dare to jump down at the speed of the car as high as it was, but he hoped the bluff was able to make Arkhan understand it. And it turns out that his efforts were not in vain.

“You freaked me out, Arkhan,” Zalfa's birthday. His heart was still flat, his gurgles were not playing, his face was paled, and his eyes were glazed. How could he not feel fear, he was in the car but it felt like he was on the verge of death. And Arkhan was unaware of the fear he felt.

Zalfa took off her hand held by Arkhan and turned her head outside the window. Never mind, he doesn't care anymore. Just let Arkhan do whatever he wants. Zalfa chose silence.

Arriving at home, Zalfa entered. He glanced at Arkhan who stepped wide past him. The man threw the jacket that he had snatched from the back of the car seat to the table, the glass on the table rolled and fell down shortly after being hit by the jacket throw, then broke scattered on the floor.

Zalfa's heart again deg-degan hear the clinking of broken glass.

“Arkhan!” calling Zalfa made Arkhan stop his steps and turn his head. The man's face still looked annoyed. Maybe it's still getting carried away by emotions about Ms. Fatima.

Arkhan stood in the middle of the room waiting for Zalfa to raise his voice.

TB