My Bow to the Destiny of Love
Ardian Cruelty (21+)

"I beg you to let me go. You've been overdue.." Chayra was crying. He wanted to hide his aura that was already plastered freely. But he was helpless and could do nothing.

Ardian just smiled cynically. "It turns out you're plump and attractive too." Ardian looked at Chayra without blinking. Her hands clasped tightly onto Chayra's veil as it held the turmoil in her chest.

"Hu. hu.hu.hu." Ardian clucked in awe at the beauty of Chayra's body. His hand wanted to touch Chayra's face.

"Don't touch me!" Chayra was hysterically screaming. "Take me off. let me go. huuu... Mother. Please Ayra.. O Allah protect the servant from this man." The pain in his stomach no longer seemed to him. He just wanted to protect himself. Don't let the man in front of him take away his honor. His feet kicked in any direction.

"Qc..! Don't make any noise. My friends are down below. I don't want my revenge show to be interrupted." Holding Chayra's feet to be silent and unbroken.

Hearing Ardian saying that his friends were downstairs, Chayra yelled even more. I wish my voice could be heard by anyone who could hear it. "Alesha, Amira, Tina, I'm here. Help me...!"

Ardian cupped his left hand on Chayra's cheek. Stripped his fingers firmly on the girl's cheek. "Lho the more forbidden the more courageous. You scream until your tongue comes out, no one will be able to hear the sound you know." Throw Chayra's face violently.

"Please, let me go. I promise I won't interfere in your affairs again."

"Curtain! already late. I've been so hurt the same." Ardian's eyes were still staring at Chayra's body. "Gue told you from the beginning, don't look for my problems. Well, because you never heeded my words. Now it's time to feel what I said first." Go back to Chayra. "Lho must be made deterred so that in the future you do not dare to mess around with me again. Cups!" Landing a kiss on Chayra's lips.

"Stop acting all you want! I'm not the cheap woman you can touch all you want! I have pride!" Chayra kicked her leg again. I really hope the kick can hit Ardian's body. Her tears are back. Completely devastated by the actions of the depraved man who stood arrogantly in front of him.

"Why are you kayaking that?! My nantang? Ask me to undress downstairs too."

"Don't do that! Please don't do that."

"Hahahaha, you know, the face is like a possessed person when frightened like this." Ardian approached his wardrobe. Take a small black cloth that has been folded neatly.

"Lho must be kept silent so as not to have much behavior." He went back to Chayra, covered the girl's mouth and nose with the black cloth.

Chayra rebelled for a while. However, he was limp and unconscious after several breaths.

That made Ardian smile triumphantly. Her lips landed directly on Chayra's lips. "Well, if you shut up like this, I can act as I want." Looked at the face of the girl who had fainted in front of him. "Mm. lips are sweet too," smiled wryly.

Ardian's eyes scanned every inch of Chayra's body. Almost unable to blink staring at the beauty of the body of the woman he had already managed to open his clothes by half. He landed a kiss on some part of Chayra's body. His eyes suddenly darkened from being blinded by lust. And..

Unwanted things happen. Ardian fiercely preys on Chayra's body. Slowly, he opened the rope that tied the girl's hand. Waging his action, venting all his frustration at the girl by enjoying her body. All the action went well. No one managed to thwart him, even though in front of his house there were three girl friends who slept with him.

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That morning, it was still dark because people had just finished performing the Fajr prayer in the Mosque.

However, the sound of knocking on the door forced the homeowner to get up and open the door for their guests.

"Who's visiting this early?" Sir Ishmael rose to open the door. Miss Santi, Mrs Ainun and Zidane got up.

"Mrs Santi, open the door. Oh my God, why so long?!" Mrs Sulis banged on the door hard. It was clear that he was panicking.

Mr. Ismail who reached the door first immediately opened the door. "M. sorry, Mom, we were in the living room earlier."

"Oh Allah, Mr. Ismail the Ayra, sir. Si Ayra's there. under the tree, sir.."

Mr. Ismail was stunned by Ms. Sulis' words. Likewise with Bu Santi and also Bu Ainun who had stood behind Mr. Ismail. Zidane was instantly grateful.

"Alhamdulillah... Oh God..." Zidane resurrected.

Mrs Sulis scratched her head like a confused person. "But, Anu, sir, Mom.."

Ms. Santi suddenly approached and shook Ms. Sulis' body. "My daughter where, Mom. Where's Ayra?"

"Anu, ma'am, what's his name.. Ayras.. Ayra. found my husband who just came home from.. The mosque, under a big tree across the street to the south of my house, ma'am." The story of Ms. Sulis while wiping her tears. "But his condition is very alarming.."

Zidane was the one who felt the most guilty about this incident. He ignored Chayra that night and refused her brother's request to deliver Chayra.

Ms. Ainun screamed hysterically at the sight of Chayra. While Bu Santi was stunned, staring at the state of his daughter who did not wear a head covering. Her hair was messy with a bruise on the tip of her lips. The button is also installed arbitrarily. Anyone who saw it could have guessed that the girl was a rape victim.

Mr. Ismail moved quickly, directly carrying the body of the poor girl. Walk fast like a running person. The day is still dark and not many people have passed. The flashlight from the cellphone he held became a road guide.

Mr. Ismail laid Chayra's body on the living room couch. His breath sounded dull. But he doesn't care about that. Santi's mother immediately collapsed hugging her daughter. Her tears were no longer broken. Crying as much as you can in a position to embrace the Chayra that has no signs of being conscious.

Zidane stared at his cousin. Squeezing her hair to vent out the sense of who knows, the sense of what she is currently feeling. His eyes were red and tears just dripped without him noticing. "I'm sorry Brother, Dek," he said softly.

"We'll just take it to the room. His clothes must be replaced" Ms Ainun said on the sidelines of her cries.

"Let me take her." Zidane got up and carried the body of his cousin without waiting for the approval of the others. Staring at Chayra's body that he could see. For the first time she saw her sister without a headscarf. Her tears came back.

Seeing the red marks on Chayra's neck made Zidane shed tears again. He closed his eyes. His mind was completely muddled imagining the events that befell his cousin's sister.

Lose Chayra's body slowly. "M. I'm sorry, Deck." Drown his face on the edge of Chayra's bed.

Ms. Santi continued to recite Istighfar to calm her completely confused mind. He must be strong for his daughter. If he is weak like this, who will strengthen Chayra later. He had to prepare for the worst possible that his daughter would experience in the future.

Slowly, he wiped his tears. Approaching Chayra's closet and picking up an instant hijab to kneel her daughter's freely plastered aura.

"I'm sorry I can't take care of you, son. Forgive Mommy..." Tears just drip. Kissing her daughter's forehead while holding back her sobs.

"Change, Mr. Sulaiman and Ms. Sulis sat in the living room. No one's accompanying them." Zidane's whisper in Ismail's ear.

"It will come out now."

Mr. Sulaiman and Mr. Sulis were ready to go home when Mr. Ismail arrived in the living room.

"Where are Mr Sulaiman and Mrs Sulis going?"

"Eh, Mr. Ismail." Mr. Sulaiman paused his intention and sat back down. "How's Ayra doing, sir?"

Mr. Ismail breathed a heavy sigh. "He's not conscious yet, sir."

"Would Mr Ismail take him to the hospital, sir?"

Mr. Ismail was silent. I heard back the breath. "We want to see how things are first. As Mr. Sulaiman saw earlier. It's so fucked up. Hopefully he doesn't have any trauma over this incident."

Mr. Sulaiman smiled, amazed by Mr. Ismail's calmness in the face of such a great ordeal.

"Mm.. Why didn't Mr Ismail report to the police in the first place?" Ask Mrs Sulis.

"Actually, Santi wanted to report to the police yesterday. But, I refused because Ayra had only been missing for a few hours. I want to solve this problem well without involving the police. But, yes, as Mr. Sulaiman and Ms. Sulis see now. It's all happened and it can't be fixed."

" Is there anyone Mr Ismail suspects of being the culprit?"

"There's no shadow at all, sir. May Allah make this matter easier."

"Aamiin, Sir. Just report to the police now, sir."

"We'll find the best way out first."

"This matter must be brought to the legal path, sir. Poor Ayra.Hopefully she didn't have any trauma." Timpal Mr. Sulaiman.

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