WRONG MARRIAGE

Second Wife Temptation (2)

Bu Rena's gaze looked far ahead, she was reminiscing about something. “My son is his name is Devan. He is quiet and obedient. Unfortunately, even his luck was bad. He bounces off to meet a man he says is named Bustan. After that he did not return. He's gone nowhere. Only his watch was left behind and police were found at the scene. Bustan was a suspect at the time, but still there is no accurate evidence to suggest that Bustan had eliminated my son. It's so sad it feels.”

Bu Rena's explanation makes Sabiya's heart like electrocuted. His body froze for a moment. So right, the man he married was a big mafia man? If it wasn't a big mafia, where maybe he could kill by removing traces, everything was clean.

Sabiya's body was very weak. The man he married was a criminal. Sabiya so ketar-kir now.

“Before Devan disappeared, he claimed to be a witness to the crime of illegal goods transactions. The day after that, Devan said goodbye to meet a man named Bustan. Until now, my son was not found. Though initially the authorities had determined Bustan as a suspect, but somehow Bustan is free now. He's dangerous. I'm so sad. Devan is my backbone. He is the one who supports me. Now I have to be a laundry worker to connect my life,” explained Rena with glassy eyes.

“Patient mom!” Sabiya tried to give strength with words, also with a short elusan on the back of Rena's mother's hand that had snorted.

“Still yes, Bia. You have come and comforted me! I feel like I have a friend.”

Sabiya smelled a smile. She also did not know to laugh or cry now, since then she still felt weak because she just knew that her husband was a mafia.

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Chapter 4. Fear

Bia stepped into the house with a limp step. His body contradicts the attacking mind of Bustan. I could not believe she was married to a bad man.

Sabiya returned to Bustan's house. The house that the man had just bought was specifically for his residence together with Bia.

The deg!

Sabiya's heart skipped hard staring at Bustan who was sitting on the sofa with his legs crossed on the table, both hands coolly playing the hape.

Yes Rabb. suddenly Sabiya's organs became increasingly limp. Is this because Bia is afraid of being the next victim of death?

Blug clontang dung!

The bag that Sabiya's hand had been squeezing had fallen off, the objects inside the bag spewing out. Starting from the powder, lipstick and powder box also slide out. Sudden guts effect ambyar, Sabiya so shaky. Since knowing that Bustan is a cruel man, Sabiya feels like he was being held by a firearm when he meets Bustan.

Sabiya hurriedly picked up her belongings scattered with trembling hands. Especially the powder box in which there is a secret that must be guarded by Sabiya. Can't Bustan find out. He had bought the thing he had tucked away and hidden in the powder box.

"Home home?" bustan asked still with his eyes fixed on the phone.

Bruk! Prak!

The bag fell back and the contents scattered out again.

Jasalam. Because of hearing Bustan's voice questioning, Sabiya became shocked so. Everything in his hand fell. This heart shock effect will be like this.

“Where are you from?” ask Bustan.

“From market. Cottage. Shops. Uh, cups!”

Aye? How about all the cups? Sabiya was confused as to what to answer. If you say from the market, but there is not a single item that he bought in the market. Want to say the cottage visited the sister, but in the distance, because the cottage his sister was far away. It's out of town. And the last one was a cup.

Bustan got up, walked over to Sabiya who had just finished picking up her belongings and put them back in the bag.

Sabiya swallowed, looking at the handsome face that used to look sweet, but now that handsome face made Sabiya feel frightened.

Actually there was no cruel look on Bustan's face, the face looked very masculine and shady. But Sabiya was already fooled by his knowledge of Bustan, that man was terrifying.

Sabiya swallows again, realizing that she is already the wife of an evil mafia.

“Where is it right? The market? The lodge? A stall? Or cup?” ask Bustan.

“Warung,” Sabiya replied rather nervously. My God, why should he feel this scared to Bustan? Sabiya's heart was at war with fear, in order to face Bustan calmly, but his mind could not be lied to.

“Again? What are you looking for in the shop?”

“I just bought a shotgun, then I give it to residents who can not afford to do alms.”

Sabiya's reply made Bustan speechless. Alms?

Sabiya stepped inside towards the other room. Anxious feeling melted into his mind. Upset, scared, emotional, also wanting to cry.

It is easy for Bustan to say that Bia enjoys wealth with pleasure, but in fact it is not. It felt like Bia had even become claustrophobic and nauseating.

It never occurred to Bia to live to be the third person in someone else's life. Then why was he forced to become an actor like this?

Brrtr...

The vibration of the phone made Bia immediately reach for the object.

"Hello!" greet Bia to Fahri, her neighbor who since childhood became her best friend. They used to be the same fate, the same as being difficult people.

Now Fahri already looks established by becoming a chef in a famous restaurant with a salary that is also quite large. In contrast to Bia who was even plunged into a crazy marriage.

"Hey, how's Bia doing? Howwasyourwedding? It's all right, right?" Fahri sounded excited.

“Nggak.” Bia realized that the only friend who could be trusted, the one who understood him the most was Fahri. Talking to the right and trustworthy people is not about disgrace, but finding solutions, reducing burdens and hoping for good.

“Gag? You mean?” Fahri was a little surprised.

Bia's chest feels tight. It feels like I want to reveal everything so that it plong. “Mas Bustan already has a wife. His wife could not have children and I was married just to produce children. It's a wedding I don't want at all.”

Fahri. There's no voice reply across there.

“Fahri!” call Bia after a long time the interlocutor was silent.

“E eeh's.. I yes? How come, can that be? I mean, why is your husband that old?” Fahri sounded troubled. “So now you want how?”

“I want a divorce. But Mas Bustan won't divorce me. What I'm dealing with is not just anyone. I don't dwell, Fahri.” Bia. “I have to how?”

Fahri's voice took a deep breath.

“Bia, don't be rash. You should think about this matter carefully. It's not a small matter. If this concerns the safety of your father, it would be better for you to be careful.”

“That's exactly what, I can't do much. Yes 'tilah. You called at the wrong time. Next time we talk. I'm getting dizzy.” Bia said hello and hung up the phone.

Bia was not willing to accompany the cruel man. Assassin. He had to separate from Bustan. Got to! Don't get caught up in this marriage.

Sabiya certainly wants to serve and spend time with a man who can be his priest, his guide to heaven, not a man like Dajjal who can kill human lives and his work is all that is illegal.

“Bia!”

The call made Sabiya surprised until the phone in her hand jumped and fell to the floor. Again Bustan's voice made Bia almost pounced on by a lion.

Bia picked up her phone and raised her face, looking at Bustan with fear.

The man who had a gallant body and chest field was stepping in closer to Sabiya who was sitting on the sofa. He watched Sabiya's facial expression closely.

“What's wrong with you? You look like you're in shock?” ask Bustan.

Sabiya. “I'm fine. I was just dizzy and feeling stress” he got up. Put the bag to the table. Now he is turned back to Bustan. He was gathering courage to talk.

“Mas, if you do not want to divorce me, then I will go to the religious office to file for divorce. I want to split!”

Bia's body turned and faced Bustan when he got a strong pull from the man's hand. Even Bustan's loud gasps slapped hard on Sabiya's face.

Bustans are getting forward to make their distance eroded out. Sabiya felt the surfaces of their bodies clinging to each other. Believe me, Sabiya felt the entire surface of the man's body stick together and he could feel all the curves and bulges on the man.

"How long will I have to wait for my offspring to be born? You can't get away from me!"

Oh my God, Bustan hopes to keep Bia just because he wants to get offspring soon. What do you care about Sabiya with Bustan's descendants?

Seriate

Ayuuk please be a witness to the love story of Bustan and Bia in the next chapter.don't miss you