My best friend, Maduku
Strange man 2

Dimas decided to get out of the apartment to look for food in order to block his stomach that had begun to rumble. Before going out, Dimas drank mineral water so that his body was not too weak when walking.

Up outside the apartment building, one of which was his, Dimas stepped foot into the restaurant he used to visit across the street.

After finding a place to sit, he immediately ordered food and only waited a few minutes for the food he ordered was neatly arranged on the table. Dimas eat lazily because his tongue is not tasteful to eat. But, because he loves his stomach that has protested so he can not be selfish.

Half the food was gone, Dimas got up from his seat and stepped away after making the payment.

Despite having drunk a lot, in fact Dimas can still walk normally and can only hold his head that feels broken. Instead of returning to his apartment, Dimas walked leisurely with no direction and purpose because he needed nothing but calmness.

The breeze of the night wind mixed with air pollution was blowing fiercely against his body that was hanging furiously and with great effort to hold his head that increasingly felt throbbing pain. By forcing himself to continue walking, but in fact his head is getting sick to make it go backwards but it does not happen because suddenly there is a buffer body.

Dimas glanced at the beautiful face wrapped in hijab that felt soothing to look at. "Oh...?" He muttered with a smile with his eyes continuing to look at the face of the ayu.

The girl he thought was Alsya had her body walk towards a simple apartment she did not know at all. They went into one of the rooms and the girl sat her body on the sofa in a small room like a living room and went somewhere.

Dimas was still very conscious and scoured every corner of the room with intense eye gazes. Dizziness in his head still felt made him immediately lay down on the back of the sofa while twitching his own temple which continued to throb pain.

"Here, drink up !." The voice of a woman made Dimas gasp and immediately re-energized his body.

Dimas received a helping hand holding the glass with his eyes fixed on the beautiful face before him. Dimas drink water that smells like a mixture of spices. The drink was felt to instantly refresh his dry throat then when the water entered through the throat he felt his body warmed even his headache was slightly reduced. Magic drink !. Screeched Dimas in his heart.

Dimas handed back the glass that had been used up was not left at all to the girl in front of him. "Thank you." he said sincerely.

"Together." The girl answered and went to another room.

The curious Dimas immediately followed the girl's steps which turned out to be towards the room like a kitchen room. From the border doorway between the room and the other room, Dimas noticed the movements of the girl who was washing her hands in the sink. Continuing to look at him Dimas was like seeing the figure of his beloved girl to the girl who helped him. That shady face, thin lips, small pointed nose and pointy chin were present before him at this moment. Without feeling it turns out Dimas walked closer to the body of his girl.

"Grand-lord !. What are you ?!." Pekik Gadi was very surprised by Dimas' attitude which he thought was very scary.

Dimas seemed to close his ears tightly so as not to hear the shock of the girl who was now in front of him. Dimas' hand stretched out and gently rubbed the frightened girl's face.

"Sir, what are you doing ?!. Let go of my body !!." Shouted the girl while pushing hard Dimas' body but it turned out that his strength was not much.

"You're my girl, Alsya... Why have you become his wife?, Hahh ?." Said Dimas increasingly cornered his little girl's body.

"I love you, Alsya. Can't you open your heart for me ?... Al, he's just a fucking guy, and you don't deserve to be his wife!." Said Dimas again with a sad look and stared fixedly at his girl's face.

"Sir, please let me go..." The girl before him started to sob as Dimas locked his hands beside his body.

"No. You're my girl, Alsya !. You're just mine !." The growl of Dimas began to grow increasingly clutching the arm of the girl who tried to rebel.

"Awh !. You let go of my hand !." The girl was getting whimper in pain as her wrists started to turn red as they were clutched tightly by a man she did not know at all.

Dimas who saw the girl in front of him started sobbing began to release the grip of his hand that had made his girl injured then raised the two injured hands before his face and kissed her gently as if she was giving an antidote the wound is healed. "Sorry..." Lirih.

Dimas turned and stepped away from before the girl towards the main hall, leaving the girl drooping on the floor with sobbing cries.

Dimas did not want to leave his girl, he just wanted to control himself so as not to hurt the girl he loved so much. Dimas sat on the living room sofa, leaning his back against the back of the sofa with his eyes closed to calm his mind and heart.

After a while, Dimas got up from his seat and stepped towards the door and locked it and walked towards the kitchen. His heart felt guilty when he saw his girl still sobbing and and sitting weakly on the floor. Dimas stepped over and crouched down in front of his girl. His outstretched hand rubbed the darling of his girl's head then turned on both of his hands and helped him to get up.

Dimas leads his girl to a room that he we are his room and it turns out to be true that it is his girl's room. Dimas sat his girl's body on the edge of the bed.

"Rest." He said softly in a soft tone unlike before in the kitchen room.

The girl simply shook her head and turned her face away from the face of the unknown man. "Go..." His words sounded bitter.

"No, I'll never leave my girl. " Said Dimas who still thinks that this girl in front of him is Alsya.

Dimas' vision was already insane.

"I'm not your girl !. You're the wrong guy..." Said the girl while sobbing and stared intently at Dimas' face. "I don't know you !." Further.

"I told you, I know you even though you don't know me !." Said Dimas with a raised voice.

The girl instantly fell silent as fear re-struck her heart and mind.

Dimas again gently rubbed his girl's head when he saw the frightened face of the girl. "Don't make me angry..." His voice was very soft.

The girl sobbed uncontrollably making Dimas even more angry because he did not like to see her crying. Dimas is getting worse.

"Master !. Release !. No !. No !." The girl continued to shout loudly and her hands rebelled violently.

Dimas had lost his sanity so he did not care about the screams and moans of the frightened girl, because what he had in mind at this time was the anger that exploded and had to vent it.

Dimas did not even have any mercy at all when forcibly taking away the honor of the girl who was within his power.

The girl's cry was increasingly sounding bitter because of the brash actions done by Dimas. And it turned out that it left Dimas's heart open. Dimas pecked on the spot while staring at the face that was already flooded by tears before him with deep feelings of guilt and regret.

"What have I done ?!." Dimas incubated hard and then got up and away from the body of the girl he had smeared.

The girl's body shook violently with a sobbing cry and sounded very slashing to anyone who heard it, not least with Dimas himself.

Dimas with his guilt directly came out of the room and left with a deep wound towards the helpless girl.

Dimas walked hurriedly out of the poor girl's apartment to his own apartment. He really cursed his own act that had been rude to the girls of the person he thought was Alsya.

Dimas slammed himself on the bed as he entered his own room. His eyes were tightly closed, still recalling clearly the shadow of the poor girl who kept shouting loudly to be released from her power. He actually became a more jerk than Alsya's husband, it turned out.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to hurt you... " His murmured as the shadow of the poor girl's shady face was seen in plain sight.

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