A marriage full of wounds
chapter 17
"SAY!" hardik Jeffin.
"I am just doing my duty as a wife. To serve and fulfill your needs, you. What, is that wrong?"
"Wrong, if it was you," Jeffin snapped with a crimson face.
"Where is the error?" Asked Catherine who was trying to calm down, while squatting down for a while to pick up her husband's workwear suit which — the man refused by brusquely brushed aside.
"Because, you're a disgusting girl. So ... never touch the valuables in this room," pinta Jeffin with a very high intonation sound.
Catherine did not show the slightest face of disappointment and heartache. The girl's getting closer to Jeffin's closet,
"Don't touch even a little bit of my stuff" joked Jeffin and pulled the tiny little wife's body roughly away from the closet.
With the heart, Jeffin threw his wife's tiny body towards the nightstand containing his luxury watch.
"Akh!" Catherine's strangulation, as her waist hit the end of the nightstand.
It hurts, of course it hurts. Catherine could only bite strongly on her lower lip, so as not to let out a sound of grievance. Catherine had to show a tough attitude and not be easily oppressed.
Without the girl realizing it, a drop of tears fell from the eyelids down to the chin.
Catherine immediately wiped and tried to catch her breath in order to relieve the pain in her waist, but the most domineering one was, the pain of her heart.
"I just want to do my duty, is that wrong?" Catherine asked with a normal face.
Catherine approached her husband's wardrobe again, trying to pick up a new suit after, the suit she took was now lying on the floor and was in Jeffin's foot.
"I, give a warning to you, do not touch my personal belongings," said Jeffin, who blocked his wife's wrist from hanging on the door of the large closet.
"Allow, I serve you," Catherine asked with a hopeful look.
"Curtain! Don't expect the impossible." Jeffin with a look of ridicule.
Roughly, Jeffin pushed his wife's tiny body away from her wardrobe. He refused to open the closet door that contained traces of his little wife's touch.
"Get out!" Jeffin orders without looking towards his wife — Catherine.
"What, are you deaf?" The touch of Jeffin who still saw his wife's existence through the tail of his sharp eyes. The man with athletic body muscles was still busy choosing his expensive formal suit. While occasionally glancing at Catherine through the tail of her eyes.
"OUT!" fierce snapping. However, Catherine seemed to care for her screams. The girl was still in her place.
"What, you want me to throw you out of here?" Threat with a heavy voice that withstood the vexation.
"I, will help you" Catherine was fooled by the threat of her husband, who was determined to take her husband's heart, ventured to approach her husband's wardrobe again.
"BASIC CHEAP GIRL, HOW MANY TIMES HAVE I BANNED YOU, DAMN IT." This time Jeffin's voice sounded out of patience and wanted to eliminate someone's life.
"Because, girls like you don't deserve to touch the valuables there. Which is more tempting than your pride" whispered the man circus right in his wife's ear. They returned so very close. Where, Jeffin locked the girl's tiny body in front of the closet door with his two arms tightly coiled on either side of Catherine's body.
With his face down to line up with his wife's ear lobes and whisper words that can hurt the girl's feelings and also her pride.
Don't forget, the gaze of the man who owned the gray net, looked at Catherine with the gaze of a hungry predator.
Catherine could only look up her head, to be able to see her husband's beautiful face. Moreover, Catherine could smell the masculine fragrance mingling with the mint scent emanating from her husband's athletic body.
Making Catherine's soul lose its mind for a moment, for her admiration for the figure of the man in front of this.
"Don't tell me that you forbid me to serve you, for fear of falling in love with me" said Catherine, whose gazes now clashed.
A sweet smile was seen, on both corners of Catherine's lips. When he saw the dumbfounded look on the face of the beautiful man in front.
"What, is that why you forbid me to serve you? Afraid you'll fall in love with me?" Catherine smiled broadly, right, in front of her husband's face.
"Poor!" Jeffin's rough whispers were right in front of his wife's face.
Soon, Jeffin jerked Catherine's body back roughly to the side, which again the tiny body of his little wife staggered to hit the other closet.
Catherine did not want to give up, the girl immediately got up and preceded her husband to take a hug.
"It's wearing it." Catherine handed over a set of necessities for her husband's appearance this morning, with a smile on her back.
Jeffin was only speechless with an unreadable flat face, while folding his hands on his chest, Jeffin continued to watch Catherine's movements full of negativity.
"I will wait for you outside" Catherine said, after putting her husband's needs on the sofa there.
Jeffin was still silent with a thousand cunning he was damned in his mind and heart.
A cunning so that his second wife, immediately away from their lives. A cunning that would bring misery to Catherine herself.
After seeing Catherine disappear from her sight in the changing room. Jeffin looked at the choice of his wife's formal suit with a cynical look.
He drew one hand closer to his need. Followed a sly grin on that beautiful face.
As if holding a piece of trash, Jeffin held his luxury goods in disdain, he then entered all his luxury items that had been intruded by his wife's touch. Not only that, Jeffin also took all his expensive suit that was in the closet that had been touched by his wife, out and threw everything on the floor.
After that, Jeffin took a match on his accessory nightstand.
Jeffin plucked the match, resulting in a small fire that was able to burn anything there.
Jeffin released a match that had released a small fire, on his belongings, until now created a fire and his belongings also burned.
"No, I will let your disgusting body skin, it .. touched mine," his inner self, with a look of resentment and vengeance.
