Marriage for Revenge
Suspicions

It did not feel that the night had changed into a bright morning, the sound of knocking repeatedly on the door of Nesya's room. The day was near noon, unlike usual Nesya had not come out of her room. Feeling no sign of his sister's whereabouts, Abi broke down the door to Nesya's room. His eyes stared at the entire room, his body stiffened when he did not find Nesya in the room, down every room in his house. But nil, Nesya was not there, only a piece of paper containing writing answered his anxiety.

“Beched!” his hand tore the letter, his body collapsed, he knew that if the culprit was Fariz, his guess was correct if Nesya would be targeted by Fariz to take her revenge. Abi was confused, somewhere he had to look for Nesya.

“How are you doing Nesya?” the man got up and rushed to Fariz's house.

“Who to find mas?” asked a middle-aged woman, Abi knew that she was a domestic assistant who worked at Fariz's house all along.

“I go to Fariz, Bu.” politely replied, but the worry grew when she said Fariz had gone somewhere since last night, he just sent her a message to keep looking after and care for her parents' house.

Walking gontai under the hot sun, even though he did not feel tired to find his favorite sister. Only capitalized Nesya photos on the phone that he had because of his hard work, Abi asked by showing photos of Nesya to people around him.

Shaded under a shady tree while wiping his sweat, Abi began to despair, moreover he could not call Fariz's phone number. Wanting to feel like she was crying, the sister he had cared for and cared for for for so many years, was now gone in an instant. Regretted? Of course yes, late to explain the truth to Fariz until now Nesya's life is a bet.

Meanwhile, in a spacious and magnificent house inhabited by only two people, here Nesya was. Still asleep due to the influence of drugs given by Fariz, but he suddenly opened his eyes when he heard a heavy sound that boomed along with the water that soaked his shirt. Between confusion and fear, seeing Fariz smiling meaningfully, the man pulled Nesya who was still dumbstruck on the bed until she fell on the floor.

“Don't call me brother! I wouldn't have the younger brother of a murderer, call me Master!!” an aura of arrogance began to be seen in the man, the look in his eyes was filled with hatred, his face implying full of resentment.

“But akhh!!” Nesya cried, feeling the corner of her lips hurt by a loud slap from Fariz, the hand that used to be a shield for her, would now continue to torment her. His eyes did not dare to look at Fariz who was crouching in front of him.

“Why crying? This is not how much,” raised Nesya's chin then gripped it firmly, he smiled as Nesya asked for mercy.

Feeling unsatisfied, Fariz got up and dragged Nesya into the bathroom, not caring about Nesya who had thrashed asking to be released, not a bit of compassion in Fariz's mind, he said, to him Nesya's screams were beautiful songs in her ears.

“Ampun kak..” lirihnya, his body shivering because from earlier Fariz continues to flutter, spontaneously his face looked up when his long hair was pulled by the man.

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