Forbidden Love On A Full Night
The Climax Point in My Life

My heart was broken, but I could do nothing more.

Just resigned. I went to the bathroom, cleaned myself up, and dressed up, then pondered for a moment before putting on the wedding dress. "Just do it, Purna. There's no choice. It is up to God to determine your destiny."

The wedding dress I put on my body. Wrap it beautifully. Makes me look so pretty. But my heart can feel nothing but pain and sorrow.

No cry. No cry. Just walk.

Dusk had fallen on the horizon, turning into darkness when Mr. Hartawan sent a message to my cell phone: a video of Ram's release from custody.

My eyes closed. Thankful that the cruel man had kept his promise. Now go home, Mom. Go back to your place and live as before, before I come and ruin your life. Go home....

Ting!

A message came into my phone as if it answered my heart. Whatsapp message from Ram.

》I've heard all the explanations from your mother. But I can't accept any of this. This is not fair to you. I just want me to sacrifice for you. I want to come and I want to kill that guy even if I have to go to jail for the rest of my life. I don't want to see you suffer for having to sacrifice for everyone. But your mother prevented me, she forbade me from acting rashly, and I think it's true what she said, what's the point of my actions if we don't stay together. So now I'm going to succumb to fate. But I promise you, whatever way I'll get rid of that guy and get you back, we can be together. Take care of yourself, wait for me. Whatever I'll do later, it's for you, for us. Wait for me, Purna. Wait me. I love you so much.

My heart is broken, scared, but also moved by how much she loves me. What does he want to do? He wants to plan a murder? How could it possibly be? Mr. Hartawan is almost never separated from the guard of his bodyguards even though they do not really follow Mr. Hartawan in certain places, especially in the crowd. So how to safely finish people off in crowded places?

Eh? Oh my God, what am I thinking? Why do I think this is criminal? Conscious, Purna. Control yourself. Control it.

It didn't take me long, I've been transformed into a newlywed like a few days ago, as well as my previous three weddings. And this time I was really in the bridal room - which I didn't want. This room has been decorated like a real bridal room - I mean like a normal wedding. There was a sea of red rose petals, complete with a large bouquet of roses on the wedding bed, then on the nightstand was a beautifully decorated wedding cake, fruits, orange juice, and so on, and wine.

All right, just wait for the groom.

《 I'm ready.

My message was sent, the two containers on my whatsapp app were green, and it didn't take me long to wait for the man to open the door and step in with a cheerful look like a true winner. The originally bright room lights were extinguished, replaced with orange lights, making my neckline even more tempting, and my skin smooth and soft like butter.

Oh, if only I had cheered on you, Mas Ram. If only I were here with you....

But it was just hope, in fact I stood there, looking back at the mirror, facing Mr. Hartawan who I hated so much. The man sat on the sofa with a glass of juice and a small plate of a pie which he cut himself and put on the table, he picked up a piece of the cake, biting and chewing slowly.

"Well, toast, dear." He raised his own glass and drank the juice, then smiled. "Fresh juice with a stamina-boosting supplement to celebrate victory."

Huh huh? He's taking supplements? I'm a little jolted. But I finally managed to control myself. Whatever. Use a lot until you have an operdose. Just die!

After downing the juice, Mr. Hartawan put his glass back on the table. He opened his suit and shirt, leaving his bare chest exposed in front of me. But not yet moved to get to me, he just relaxed, leaned his back on the sofa, and looked at me. Tracing every inch of my body.

"I won, didn't I?" tanyanya.

I'm upset. I wanted to mock him because he lost. What he got by cheating was not a win. This is not a win.

But I'm helpless. I just nodded with tears. Which actually makes the man get bigger head and feel really winning.

"Oh my God. I'm getting sultry." The man stood up, removed his belt and quickly took off the rest of his clothes. Leaves only tight shorts with a super large bulge behind it. "Good supplement."

He was almost completely innocent in front of me. I hate being here, right now, in this moment: looking at the man with his incredible passion. Big and challenging.

And I began to fear: I was not really ready for the man to touch me. The fear made my tears flow.

"Just "crying. I won't stop you. I won't care." She walked around me, stood behind me, and lowered my dress zipper. Aborting it. Then he whispered in my ear, "All I want is for you to lie under me, and I join you. Being one and perfect. You're... My Full Light. Only mine."

It hurts my heart inside when I just stood helpless while the man cupped his hands together in my chest, echo* in full force, then he stood before me to simply disarm *my innards, then kneel down and spread out his tongue to me.

"Truly tempting."

Argha!

"Let's go, honey, let's finish this on our wedding bed." He stood straight in front of me again, slid both hands to the back of my thigh, then lifted me up, carried me like a koala on his chest and took me to bed. Hugging me in the chest, he let me down and I ended up lying on the bed. He followed without letting go of me, his huge body covering my body as he kissed my face, neck, and the softness of my chest, then descended between my legs. His face was buried there. He felt me deeply with passion. Feeling drunk with pleasure.

I swear, it hurts my heart. I thought*bluffy, every nerve and cell in my body stiffened angrily at him. But I couldn't react to anything. Can only close your eyes. Keep his eyes closed as long as he peppered me with his lips, mouth, and tongue, and the strength of his hands.

"Sssssh..," he sizzled full of pleasure. "Oh my God, honey, you're really pretty. Delights. Excitingly," the man muttered as he got up, taking off the tight shorts that wrapped around him and immediately positioning his passion. "I can't wait to get along with you." He was already stuck in my doorway, with the tip of himself ready to press in. "Okay, I'm ready. Greet me...."

"Are you not a virgin? How's it possible?"

He withdrew. Get out of bed. Otter. Angrier. Shouting until blaring. Goddamn bum! Goddamn shit! Street*! Motherfucker! and all kinds of insults he shouted at me. His eyes are looking hard at me. His jaw hardened with both hands clenched firmly.

"Bad you are, Purna! How come?"

I sat there, on that bed. Still crying, but this time there was a little bit of satisfaction that I did not understand, as if: thankfully I had already done and handed my virginity to the man I truly loved. And not to this man in front of me. I dare to look at him. "There's no condition that I should be a virgin, right? You didn't question my virginity before I signed, did you?"

"Shoppers! We've done the doctor's examination before. And you're still a virgin. Why not now? You fucked that snot boy? Huh yeah?" berangang, speaking in a high tone while pointing at me. "Bad!"

I closed my frightened eyes this time as the man yelled at me again. His face was truly like a demon that was ready to take his life.

"Alright, Purna. You have disappointed me. I'll teach you a lesson."

I'm flabbergasted. The man's face grinned and quickly grabbed his belt from the sofa. I immediately inched to the head of the bed, very frightened. Especially when he saw the man walking towards me with the belt he was holding.

Plaque!

"Ohhhhhk...!" I cried out in pain as Mr. Reporter whipped me with that belt.

It hurts. My tears are falling more and more. The man whipped me again and again. He didn't care to see me cry in pain, or pity to see my wounded body, or to hear my screams and pleas.

"Please stop. Forgive me...."

I cried while trying to distance myself but the man who was covered in anger continued to whip me blindly.

"You deserve this punishment!" he shouted while whipping me again, many times. "I've been trying to get rid of all my rivals for your virginity, but what I got was still scrap! Goddamn bum! Feel this!"

Plaque!

I couldn't digest her words back then from screaming in pain. And somehow exactly, I found myself jumping back and forth. Falling on the floor. “Please... don't hurt me,” I kept on caving then hugging the man's leg as he came back to me. Begging for mercy and mercy.

The man still doesn't care. Now he's kicking me. I fell back on the floor, and the more so he slammed his legs at me, occasionally attacking his chest, then turning to his back. My head was banged to the floor or to the room wall. Then a few loud slaps landed on the cheeks. My body was helpless, lying on the floor. My whole body is full of lashes, even bleeding. The blackish red patch decorated the expensive imported carpet—asli Turkey where I lay. Then as if my suffering wasn't enough, the man crouched down, grabbed my hair. Pulling so hard that my face almost collided with his. “This, right, is what you like? Basic road*!”

I was so scared. Looks right from the shaking of a body I can't handle. Then the man meluma* rough my lips.

“Interesting, right? Let's keep the show going." He laughed out loud while I could barely breathe.

I stared at the man while pleading. "Please stop... ahk! It hurts...!"

But the man didn't feel sorry for me in the least. Until finally I could no longer bear the pain of the lashes that hit my body and the torment of the hit hands and feet. I drooped, and the man dragged me into the bed. Overlapping and raping*. He forced himself on me for not being able to resist the cravings for the effects of the supplements in the juice he was consuming, as well as to vent his anger at his disappointment. The man threw himself at me more than a wild horse. With the remnants of energy I thrashed until finally completely limp helpless. I resigned, then remembered nothing more than the pain the man gave me. It's a mental and physical pain that makes me wish I wouldn't wake up again.

But in fact I woke up the next morning, in the stillness of the damp dawn. My eyes opened slowly. Look to the right and to the left and try to get out of the bed. Mr. Reporter was lying on his back next to me. In his blanket. I grimaced as my whole body ached. Then the shadows when Mr. Reporter tortured me last night made me cry again. I stared at my whole body that was covered in wounds and bruises. And suddenly I vaguely thought of Mr. Reporter last night: he had tried to get rid of his rivals to get my virginity.

Whatdoes thatmean? What don't-don't...?

I was*, angry and very hateful. So as soon as I saw the man sleeping comfortably next to me, an evil intent instantly seethed in my mind: Kill him, Purna. He deserved to die.

This is an opportunity, I thought. I don't want to live with a demon like him.

With all my strength, I got up and stumbled to walk towards the nightstand, grabbing the fruit knife and...

Stripped right in his heart. "Dead you! Die!"

The man gasped, drenched in blood, had rebuked me with a raucous voice in the process of dying, and then died....

He's dead!

For a moment I laughed. Blissfully. Feel win. Then suddenly when consciousness came back to me, I saw the man stiffened, I felt terrified. Because in the end I realized that this act of mine would lead me behind bars: fifteen to twenty years in prison, or at least four to six years?

No. gabe. I don't want to. I do not want to live as a burden to all those who must endure the shame of my reckless actions. Although I have no regrets at all, living in a holding cell will make people hate me even more. Maybe pity at first, but in the years that follow I will only get hate and will only be blamed. This mistake I made will affect their business and career, and in the end they will all blame me. And I don't want to suffer too much. I don't want to. In my dilemma, I intend to commit suicide.

And I did: fall from a height.