Apparently, Young Wife
Chapter 32
...****Zahra Currency****...
If love is a disease. Marriage is the most effective medicine. For Dean, not so, he had his own thoughts. The man just needs to love without a cure, even if he realizes, one day he might die because of it. At least, he will make sure, the woman he loves is happy and safe.
Just like now, when Zahra pretended to be indifferent and chose to be with her husband. A man who has hurt his heart, mentally and physically.
However, he did not care about Zahra's treatment and remained waiting below. Make sure that Zahra will be okay.
“You can talk, Mas.” Zahra looked relaxed, sitting on the sofa while opening her shoes.
“Mas khilaf, Bee. Mas was just ...”
“Enough!” Zahra stopped Abram's words by raising his hand.
“I don't want to hear that. If you come just apologizing for your signature, Mas can go, accompany the first wife who is pregnant. Please!”
“Bu-not that.” Abram looks angry.
“Keep, what do you need, Mas? You left your wife who was pregnant malem-malem to meet a young wife. Not afraid of your dzolim, Mas?”
Zahra's words were stuck in Abram's throat. Makes the man swallow his saliva hard. Feels like he was cursed by his own wife.
“Bee, come on, I'm asking you to understand. It was critical, and .. and we had no other choice. I love you, Bee.” Abram sat next to Zahra, trying to seduce her by looking at her face.
“Hahaha, don't be silly, Mas. How analog? You already have a wife, whether it's forced or you're not in love, it's your wife.” Zahra tried to suppress her emotions. Holding back the anger is also a sense of disappointment when hearing the husband's statement.
“Dan, you came with single status. Apply for me, marry me. When our household walks in the middle, then the first wife you say you don't love, and married by force, is pregnant. Waw! Amazing!” Zahra stood up, applauding loudly while pacing in front of her husband.
“Whatever I have to fair dong, Bee. I also need to give him a living of inner birth.”
Emotions that have soared, now overflow and spill. For two years he was married, became a submissive wife, only this time he dared to point Abram's face. The husband she has been serving and obeying.
“Hei! Oi! Stop saying fair. It's just an excuse for the satisfaction of seexx in your bed, Mas.” Zahra's neckline stretched, as her tone grew higher. Unsatisfied with the harsh words, Zahra continued,
“Get the approval of two women, how does it feel?”
Abaram's face flushed red, as if she had just been poured boiling water by her own wife. He stood up, shouting Zahra's name out loud as he took a swing.
Zahra silently shook her head, her eyes showing anger that managed to suppress her fear. He even thrust his left cheek to get another signature from the husband.
“Continue! Slap, Mas!”
Abram locked the door. Throw the wife into bed. Like a savage beast that had just gotten its prey and could not wait to eat. He tore off all the clothes that were attached to Zahra's body violently. One by one they were thrown off and thrown.
Zaha struggled strongly, but his strength was not as strong as Abram's. The man clasped Zahra's two hands up, then took off his pants.
“Zahra ... Zahras! Abram ... open the door!
The door from the outside ignored Abram, not even Zahra's cry. He kept sipping and biting Zahra's rannum. Enjoy inch by inch the curves of his young wife's body.
“Stop! Enough's enough! Forgive me, Mas.”
Every Zahra howl, Abram doesn't care. He continued to enjoy the game, even though his opponent was not interested at all. Until the moment he pulled out a weapon and pointed it. Every move is like a point for Zahra. Painful, painless ....
“Not you asked just now, Bee? Now I'm working on it ... well.”
“Sickness, Mas .. geez!”
The sweat that comes out of the pores, is no longer the pleasure sweat that Zahra had once felt. The sweat just became a terrible pain. Shreds his pride one by one. This feeling, obviously will be remembered well by Zahra.
...Beautiful as a butterfly...
...*Bersa*yap thin and fragile...
...Free flapping in a field full of fire...
...Dancing beautifully without fear...
...He's like a butterfly...
...............
...But not the message of spring...
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Othor continued to meditate again.
Take revenge on Abram.
