WRONG MARRIAGE

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Zalfa's breath panted slightly, his boiling blood beginning to subside. His brain was like telling him to research the truth of the news.

“Listen to it carefully!” Arkhan turned towards the TV with his forefinger pointing in the same direction.

Zalfa's eye beads glanced at the TV as Arkhan commanded. His ears were watching the news broadcast.

‘Viewers, there was a murder in the residential complex area of Indah Sari. The FA initials victim was found at eleven p.m., dead shortly after being killed. The fifty-year-old victim was stabbed with a knife. The perpetrator to date is still in search.’

On the bottom screen is written the name of the victim clearly, Fatima Azzahra. The address of the murder victim is the same, but the name is slightly different. Zalfa just remembered, the name of Fatima is Fatima Azzahira. Geez, then what Arkhan said, Zalfa was misinformed. Zalfa's face flushed instantly. Embarrassed. Already angry unclear, it turns out the accusations are wrong. He was confused as to what to cover his face with. Original, very embarrassed. Why since then Zalfa did not worry that the name mentioned in the news was different from the name of Bu Fatima. Is this the effect of his excessive anxiety to his brain reflexes dribbling on thoughts that are in accordance with the estimates?

“Mas Arkhan!” Zalfa hugged Arkhan. She buried her face in the chest of her husband's field. If this is the case, his face is safe from shame.

“Ha ha haaaa..” Arkhan's laughter broke instantly. “So you think I'm a killer? Next time do not origin copas news without researching it properly. You're finally wrongly accused.”

“Enough! Don't fuck me!” zalfa's whine buried his face there.

“Then sleep in bed, let me fuck you!”

Zalfa. Basic man!

“Jawab I first! Why do you have to go hide from me?” ask Zalfa with spoiled.

“What else would the answer be if not for you would definitely forbid me from going for that purpose.”

“You said you saw Ms. Fatima and warned her, what did you do to her?” Zalfa was very curious.

“Sekedar. And she's terrified.”

“You pointed a gun at him?”

“Why should I do that, my gun is only for you.”

What's that phrase? Zalfa biting the lower lip.

“Mas Arkhaaaan!” Zalfa pinched hard on Arkhan's back which happened to be both of his hands on the man's back.

“No. No. gabe. I just threatened him, and he agreed not to bother you anymore. That's it.”

“I can't delay anymore to meet the old woman. And my departure at midnight will only piss you off. That's the only reason.”

“Do not lie, Mas Arkhan!” Zalfa rolled back her face, looking at her husband's handsome face.

“I'm not lying.” Arkhan brought his face closer to Zalfa's. “Turn off the TV!” whispered.

Zalfa was silent looking at Arkhan's lips which were already very close to his. In the next instant, Zalfa's gaze returned to television as news of the murder was broadcast.

‘Once again there was a murder in the Indah Sari housing complex. The murder occurred at one in the morning after a commotion between the victim and his guest and a commotion was heard by neighbors. Victim named Fatima Azzahira was killed while alone at home.’

At first glance, Mr. Ibrahim's face was highlighted by the camera when the body was taken out for an autopsy. Then Mr. Ibrahim who claimed to be the husband of the victim was asked by reporters to briefly explain the chronology of the death of his wife. Mr. Ibrahim said that if he was not at home, he left the house because there was business with his son.

The deg!

Zalfa's heart stopped beating. Fatima Azzahira's. This time the victim was really the Fatima Bu that Zalfa knew.

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