Ibrahim confronts Ari alone

Every step he took was heart pounding. He could understand why. Maybe he was so busy, he didn't pay attention to any woman before. Maybe he thought he wasn't good enough to get a wife. Maybe women didn't like him at all. To him, women were not as important as changing the world and helping the poor. But Ari was different. She had him in her gaze. Her soft skin, her wavy hair, it mesmerized him so much. But because he was such an honest man, that what made him so emotional was that she was a slave, owned by that man Ardit that he could not stand. Truly, his desires were to free her from this bondage, but did her really want her for that or much more?

"Excuse me," he says as he got close to her.

She was startled by this as she jolts and backs away. She didn't knew he was going to get so close, let alone speak to her. "What do you want?" she says in a scared but still bold manner.

"I'm sorry. I didn't introduce myself. I am Ibrahim."