Forced to Marry Mr. Tajir
Lalu Reyhan (Part 1)

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Reyhan laid his body on the reclining bed. Look at the empty ceiling. He exhaled a long breath, to remove the disturbing burden in his mind.

Rania's words before getting out of her car earlier, continued to ring in her ear. Somehow the more he threw away the sentence, the louder it sounded.

"What's wrong if you try to open your heart to Diva? I'm not talking like this because I'm a friend, not because he's a friend of mine. But all I know is that Diva's a good guy, Rey. You have to remember that!"

"Aarrghh.." cried Reyhan as he covered his ears, he woke up his gallant body and sat in the middle of his bed.

"That girl, that girl, why must she appear again as a girl with a face like her?" furious, the girl Reyhan meant was Diva, while the person he meant to be, we'll find out who she is?

"Aarrgghh. I hate that face!" erangnya, while taking a pillow and he threw the pillow in any direction.

Reyhan laid back his body, covering his face with both palms. Trying to get rid of that guy's face, the one who made him hate.

The girl's face, appearing together with Rania's words, was mutual. Reyhan hit his head repeatedly, deliberately doing to remove the shadow. But still he could not cast away the shadow of the face until he finally fell asleep. Damnit damnit!

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Reyhan walked closer to the dining table in the kitchen, he took an empty glass and filled it with water from the teapot available there. When he drank, he saw a girl's companion from the tail end of his eyes. He immediately lowered the glass and placed it on the table. He was looking for the girl he had just seen. Strange, though in his house there was no girl other than an old servant in his house.

Reyhan walked slowly with a sneak to find who the figure of the girl who had just been around his house. He circulated his gaze to every corner of the house, but he did not find the figure of the girl. Maybe he had seen it wrong, because there was no girl in his house. Her mother is also not home.

Reyhan turned his body, he saw the figure of the girl he was looking for was crouching under the stairs. His head was between his knees. His hands tightly hugged his knees trembling and covered in blood. Reyhan was very surprised to see the girl in front of him. He immediately stepped slowly closer to her.

"Hey, who are you?" Reyhan stood in front of the girl, causing her to immediately slip and fall to the floor when she heard Reyhan's voice.

The girl's face was so frightened, she tried to raise her trembling legs to get up. After being able to stand up he walked backwards to avoid Reyhan.

"You who? What are you doing in my house?" Reyhan repeated his sentence. The girl looked more frightened.

Reyhan glanced at that bloodied hand. "What blood is that?" Reyhan pointed at the hand of the girl before him at this moment.

The girl immediately hid her hands back, she shook her head violently and her fear grew more and more. He continued to walk backwards until his body touched the wall and could not go anywhere else.

"My answer is, who are you? What are you doing in my house? What blood is on your hands?" reyhan snapped, the girl remained silent. He just kept shaking hard.

Reyhan took another step, and he locked the girl in both hands which he placed on the wall. The distance between Reyhan's face and the girl's face was very close, there was only a few inches of space between them.

He looked at the girl's face filled with cold sweat and the messy hair was full of suspicion. He glanced at the sleeves of the light blue dress he was wearing, looking torn. The girl immediately covered her with one hand, so Reyhan could clearly see the blood on her hand. The blood was like human blood so fresh.

He looked back at the girl sharply, making the girl lower her face to avoid that gaze.

"This is the last question, please answer honestly! Who are you really? What are you doing in my house? What blood is on your hands?" Reyhan hit the wall near the gunny ears hard, so that the girl would open her voice and answer her question.

"A-a-I-I." replied the girl nervously, her trembling lips and her fear making it hard for her to speak.

"Java!" reyhan hit the wall harder than ever.

"I-i'm.."

Not finished the girl said a sentence, the sound of cries for help from upstairs made Reyhan undo the intention to find out who the girl before him was. He immediately ran to the origin of the voice for help and walked quickly up the stairs. But before he left, he asked the girl to stay there.

"If you leave, I will take you to the law. Because you look very suspicious!" threatening Reyhan made the girl did not dare to step even an inch.

In haste, Reyhan walked to the origin of the voice of the person asking for help. The sound came from his parents' room. As soon as he arrived at the door of the room, he immediately entered and found the other male figure was his papa.

Reyhan was stunned when he saw his father lying on the floor with his stomach covered in blood. Her father doesn't wear clothes, she only wears short color pants. Reyhan immediately ran and scattered his papa body. He lifted the head of his papa into his lap.

"Pa, papa why, pa? Pa? Papa wake up, pa! Papa." Reyhan tapped his papa cheek. But his father was completely unconscious.

Reyhan glanced at the cutter beside his papa, also covered in blood. He recalled the girl whose hands were also covered in the same blood. Reyhan immediately attached two of his fingers to his papa's arm, as well as to his neck. Suddenly time seemed to stop instantly, his body instantly squeezed, his mouth felt locked and unable to say a word. Her tears flowed without the owner's permission, Reyhan lowered his face. Fused his forehead with his papa's forehead.

"Papaaaaa.." cried Reyhan hysterically. Until the whole world can hear his screams. Shouts from his subconscious to the real world. Reyhan had nightmares repeatedly with the same thing.

The events in the past are indeed never apart from the nightmares that only come at the time of his sleep. Reyhan gasped for breath, trying to regulate his breath that felt tight. He wiped the forehead that was sweating so much. He glanced at the wall clock, showing pukup two in the morning. Dreams always happen at the same time.

Reyhan sat down and leaned his body on the back of the bed.

Why does the dream always come? Why do things always haunt me? Why does the girl's face look so clear every time I dream of it?