My Special Class
(S2) Episode 39
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Ever Freelance? Is he the one who once kidnapped me?!!
Inner Sheryl was aware of that possibility.
"Wait on! Are you the one?! The man who kidnapped me when I was a kid?! " Sheryl Pekik stopped the man's steps.
"Not Nyulik. It's more appropriate to take you home" Sahut Farhan relaxed.
"Killer!! You murderer! You killed my father!! You murderer! I hate you!! " Sheryl snapped violently, spontaneously Her tears just flowed away. Without any sign.
"It wasn't me who killed your papa. But Papah you are the one who intends to kill me" Sahut Farhan again. But, this time with a heavy Aura.
"No! You murderer! I hate you!! Hate it!! Hate You so much!! "
"No problem. You hate me. I love You. What difference? Hate and Love are different. Later, your great hatred will turn into a great Love. " Farhan turned his head, addressing Sheryl's words so casually.
Farhan sighed Roughly. When the girl he loved. And that made her crazy for years - this year crying.
"Don't cry, it kills me" Lirih Farhan came over to Sheryl who was already flooded with tears.
"It's good that you're killed!! I Hate You, I'm not getting married to you! I'd rather die than marry you!!! "
Platkkk!!
Farhan slapped Sheryl rough. From that voice came a slap that was extremely powerful.
Sheryl bowed silently, holding her right cheek that felt stiff from the slap. Both of her beautiful eyes were covered by her hair that was already very Random.
"I'm sorry... I didn't mean that.. You also don't say so "Lirih Farhan approached Sheryl, Sheryl retreated with her trembling body. Away from Farhan's Reach which he found rude.
"Never mention your death again. I'm not gonna let you get away from me. Nothing can separate us!! " Farhan's memory was firm, he turned his body out of Sheryl's room.
"Obati Mademoiselle's face" Farhan said harshly.
They all knew, definitely a slap. The sound of a slap so loud shook Their Bodies.
"Father... Nathan... Brother Rei... Whereabouts? Shyshy Lonely.. Grandfatherbiscuts... Mamah "Sheryl murmured limply, kissing both knees. His body shook, he felt very frightened.
The trauma of her past Shadow reappears in her memories. All these problems that come together cannot be held back by Sheryl's fragile soul. He fainted on the spot.
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Bukhhhhh!!
Farhan in the middle of that dark room, capitalized on a dim light. He hit Brutal on that wall, resulting in his Bloody Hand.
Unsatisfied to hit that hard wall, he whipped himself. Slicing his palms, well the hand he used to slap Sheryl's smooth cheeks.
"Master! Please don't do that! Your Body Master is precious! " Remember Ken.. He immediately brought a box of P3K, approached his young master. To clean the wound.
"Shut up! This hand! It was this fucking hand that slapped my beloved woman! If today this hand does not bleed enough! Then Sheryl won't calm down!! " Maki Farhan stared at the cruelty of his Right hand, which had shed a lot of blood.
"Master, it's all because you don't like young Miss mentioning death. Sir, don't be so hard on you. It's not your fault" said Ken. It was still hard to get Farhan to stop.
Settt!!
Again. Farhan sliced his finger again. Realizing the Wound before her did not shed so much blood.
"Shut up! Never block my path!!" rough snapping Farhan.
"Young Master, sorry to bother you. Young miss Fainted" the maid reported.
"Call my personal doctor immediately! " Tell Farhan, without waiting again immediately darted to Sheryl's room.
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"Is everything in position?! " Task Nathan, now he's ready with a lot of communication tools in his neck, ears, and head.
"All ready in the position of Young Master. But, Lord Rei Wijaya still hasn't come? Should we delay the Plan? " ask Andrean who is as ready as Nathan.
"No Need. We go straight in after they change guard positions. The longer Shyshy is there, the more wounded he is" Nathan said, staring at a piece of paper. Not that it's the Photos, the Photos of her and Sheryl.
Wait I'm Shy.. Any minute. You're gonna get out of that prison. I promise.. This is the Promise of Candidate Lo, the handsome.
Inner Nathan, staring at the twinkle of the photo. He immediately put his photo again in his shirt.
Young Master Nathan? Is this time the situation really precarious? You always look relaxed and play. Now it looks so serious. May we save Miss Sheryl today.
Andrey's inner self who was worried.
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Is there anyone waiting for this novel? '-'
