Blind Husband's
The blind 44
Seeing one of the thugs looking down while holding her eyes, Alula made this situation an opportunity for her. By taking off the other heels, Alula ran as fast as she could, but the three thugs did not stay still, they all followed Alula.
Alula turned on her phone and several times tried to contact one name, Zyandru.
"Zyandru I beg you to lift, for God's sake I'm afraid. I beg you to help me!"
Fear and anxiety mixed into one to make Alula's skin sweat cold. His hands were trembling unnoticed.
Do'a asks for the protection that Alula does not stop saying in her heart, hoping that there is a miracle that can help her.
One of the thugs who was still holding the bottle, threw the glass bottle towards Alula.
Pranggg !!!
Alula turned her head and saw the bottle smashed into pieces on the asphalt, almost hitting her smooth legs.
Not caring about the soles of his feet already injured by running, Alula saw a road to the settlement residents, immediately he followed it.
Bugh!!!
"Akhh shh" Alula fell down in pain on her back, a medium-sized beam becoming the thugs' weapon.
"T–please uhuk uhuk"
"What's? justjust please? after you make my eyes so this." The thug with red eyes because the blood was firmly gripping Alula's face with his right hand, and his left hand was used to grab Alula's hair.
"I'm sorry, I'll take you to the hospital, I'll take all your treatment. But please let me go, I want to go home. Help me!"
Alula cupped her hands together in front of her chest and cried out in great supplication.
The three thugs scrutinized Alula from top to bottom, their gazes stopping right at the necklace that hung around Alula's neck.
"God! from the appearance of a rich man" said one of the thugs with reddened eyes because of too much drinking.
"But we don't want money, we want your body beautiful lady. Damn I can't stand it!" the other thugs took over Alula's body and tore off her clothes.
Alula certainly did not accept, the woman continued to rebel, but did not make the thugs stop the action.
Plaque! Plaque! Bugh!
Heartlessly the three thugs hit even hit Alula's head to bleed instantly.
Alula became a living samsak for the three men who wanted her body so badly.
The three thugs stopped after seeing Alula slumped weakly on the ground. Not caring about the woman almost fainting, the three thugs compactly lowered their pants and argued for who first raped Alula.
"Zyandru please" said Alula in the midst of her torment.
"Hahaha, no one is going to nolongin lo. This time you can't run anymore, I can finally finish my desire" said one of the thugs who began to approach Alula.
"God! good, I'm first!" prevent thugs with small chains in their pants pockets.
"What the fuck? anyway I go first!"
"Gue first, he made my eyes like this. So I'm the first one to enjoy him!" the man with the injured left eye was bullying the other.
Seeing them busy arguing, Alula who had just been silent, finally began to carry out her plan that she had thought of.
While the thug whose eyes were injured, Alula hit him in the face using a beam that was nearby.
"LACK OF TEACHING. IN BAIKIN EVEN NGELUNJAK LO!"
No longer caring about her injuries and pain, Alula kept running not daring to look back. What was on his mind right now was how he could escape from the three thugs.
God help me.
Long enough Alula ran, not realizing that the thugs were not behind her. Alula came out of the village and looked back at the highway.
Alula felt familiar with this path, she seemed to have passed it but she herself was not sure. Ah, never mind, rather than getting caught by that thug again, it is better to follow this path. Thought Alula.
Walking without a footwear, without a cell phone and his bag somewhere, with circumstances that can not be said to be okay, Alula again crying for her fate.
"Akhh" Alula was sitting on the side of the road, her body could no longer, even to just breathe it felt very heavy.
Unrelenting tears came out from those beautiful eyes, sobs sounded so heart-wrenching.
Actually what made Zyandru do this to him. Some time ago her husband apologized and even said things that made Alula float high.
Alula has given her full love and trust in Zyandru, but now Zyandru is back to make Alula fall as deep as possible. Wajarkah if Alula is sorry.
The more God loves his servant, the more trials will be given. Maybe God is too dear to Alula to never live a day without problems.
This time Alula was really tired, even very tired. When will God bring down happiness for him.
Alula raised her head. The sky is so lucky to be filled with beautiful stars, very different from his life which is filled with suffering.
"Wake up Alula" the woman muttered and returned to her feet. Continuing to walk for almost an hour, Alula who was in front of the gate of a house was even made to worry. Whether to be happy or sad, she returns to this house and will definitely see her husband later.
It's getting late, Alula doesn't even know what time it is. I wanted to go somewhere else but Alula was too scared. The shadow of her almost abused self continued to shadow her head.
Hearing the sound of a car, Alula unconsciously shouted in fear until she banged on the gate of her own house.
"Please, help me. Open it!"
The gate opened and featured a middle-aged man with a face like waking up.
"Yes Allah Gusti, Miss Alula! where did the madam end up? why is the madam getting hit like this, madam?"
"P–pak Mun!" alula's frightened face made the middle-aged man in front of her so worried.
"Mrs why?"
"Please me, m–they're evil" Alula spoke stammeringly until it was hard to understand.
"Now the madam is in first! I help" very carefully, Mr. Mun embracing Alula's body to the front door.
Why the madam can be outside, not that the madam has come home the same sir. Why is the state of the mistress like this, especially the problems that afflict their household.
The middle-aged man joined in crying not strong to see Alula's miserable state.
Alula weakly entered the code on the door and opened it wide, the dark state of the house did not matter. He just wanted to lie down for a moment.
"Where are you from? sell yourself out!"