Betrayal in Marriage

The Lost Conscience

It's somewhere else. In an apartment unit room. Two demon-hearted humans were enjoying their hot game. Moans and sighs filled the room, as if feeling free to express the two yelled at each other calling out his name and out came the frontal words that hurt the ears.

''Marko, it's full!'' holy Screeches are currently under the control of Marko's game.

With his valiant power, Marko continued to inflict terrible blows on the Holy property with his blunt weapon. Neither of his hands would stay still, he grabbed the free-hanging melon and then he brake-mas with a little rough.

Not feeling pain, Suci even groaned pleasure. And his hand instead led Marko's hand to rem-mas his stronger.

Crazy one! it was crazy of the two of them, conscience no longer they had. Their brains were already covered by sheer lust. That painful betrayal they did with a conscious state.

Even the hornbill was carried away by lust, when the notification sound rang from Marko's phone. Marko replies quickly and wrongly, but soon he corrects it before Anjani reads it.

Without him knowing, Anjani had already read it. And make the sense of the curse more so-so.

Sacred's smooth white back made Marko's blood hotter, and accelerated his movements.

''Aky is almost there!'' said Marko huffling.

''Um, me too!'' sacred Reply.

And a little while later, Marko collapsed on the white back of the Sacred, they scooped each other up on the nearly depleted oxygen. The saint laughed a little as well as Marko.

They laugh without conscience, celebrate their freedom which almost every day must withstand the moans of being in the office, and here they can be free to shout as loud as possible.

''Marko?''

''Eumm?''

''About your honeymoon?''

Marko fell silent, then immediately moved from the Holy Back. He stood up and picked up his clothes, Sacred turned to look at Marko who was wearing his shorts.

''Marko!''

''Wear your clothes quickly, we'll go back to the office. Otherwise, my wife would be suspicious.''

Regardless of the changed countenance of the Holy Face, Marko continued to wear his clothes.

''Jerk!'' holy Screeches. Marko turned around and stared confusedly at the fickle Holy emotions.

''I'm not a jallang woman! Marko! After throwing away your seeds, you move on and put on clothes! cih, outrageous!''

Sacred got up from that messy bed, without even wearing a thread, he turned to look annoyed at Marko.

''It would be nice if not jallang, what name you deserve, Holy!''

Saints jerked, not feeling his tears fall from the corner of his eyes.

Marko stepped closer, his hands clutching the Sacred jaw slowly. Staring coldly and saying again.

''You're crying, hm? wh why? you don't like the truth I told you?''

Sacred stared into Marko's irises, not sure if this man was the same man who had exchanged sweat with him.

''Marko, why are you saying that?''

''Because that is the truth, Holy. You're my jallang, and Anjani is my legal wife, '' a word of emphasis comes out of Marko's foul mouth. He realizes that Anjani is his wife, but he also does an immoral thing by betraying the love of their marriage.

''I'm not a jallang, Marko!'' Holy Decih with teeth grinding against each other.

Marko removed his hand from the Sacred jaw slightly roughly to the point of making the Sacred face go to the side. There was the sound of laughter from Marko who was wearing his tie.

Suci wiped his tears for a moment and then gasped again when he heard Marko's words that were no less painful than Marko's words earlier.

''The woman who willingly opened her thighs to a married man, even the man's wife, her own best friend. Is it worth calling an angel? no, right? so I think that call jallang is more worthy of you!''

Saints really didn't expect that Marko could be that bad. With a tight chest he took his clothes scattered on the floor and went to the bathroom, to clean the stain of their sins.

Marko stared at the Sacred step that disappeared from the door leaf, he chuckled and shook his head. ''It's funny he is. Don't want to be called jallang he said, cih!"

Moments later, Suci came out of the bathroom with her wet hair, walking straight to her dresser. Without caring about Marko who was sitting at the bedside and was currently watching his movements.

Suci took out her hairdryer, then dried her long hair. Marko moved and approached.

Grepp's!

Marko hugged Saints from behind, inhaling the scent of shampoo and holy soap that aroused his demonic passion again.

''You're teasing me again, aren't you?''

''Marko quiet!'' Saints revolted but Marko kept holding her.

''Are you angry?'' marko asked in a drowned voice scratched at Holy's neck, but he remained silent not answering Marko's words.

''You are my dear, Holy.****** my favorite, you are mine, hmm?'' Marko turned the Sacred body to face him.

''This is for you!'' Marko showed me a beautiful necklace before Marko's eyes, and then wore a Holy neck. Saints smiled as they were happy to get the gift. He knew the price of the necklace was not cheap.

''This is for me?''

Marko nodded faintly, Yes, to you. So don't put on that pouting face of yours, okay?''

Saints nodded and seemed to forget Marko's sharp mouth at him earlier, which was obviously very hurtful. But just because of an expensive necklace, he forgot about the pain.

They decided to return to the office after dying for 5 hours.

''I'm hungry, how about you?'' asked the Saint who was still holding his necklace.

Marko, who was driving his car, turned his head and refocused on the road.

''We've been out of the office too long, if you want you can order from the restaurant and order for me.''

''alright.''

Twenty minutes later they arrived at the office, got out of the car and acted like subordinates and superiors in general. Marko walked in front and Saints followed him from behind.

And when he arrived on the 29th floor, Suci immediately sat at his desk, as well as Marko who went straight into his room.

Justifying his tight tie, Marko tossed with his briefcase. Then sit down on the couch.

His head was leaning against the sofa. Today he felt very tired, not tired of work but tired of riding with Saints, his secretary.

''He took good care of himself, '' Marko muttered.

''Who takes good care of themselves?''

Marko looked up, surprised to hear that voice. He quickly straightened his body to see whose voice he was.

''Darling?'' decih Marko's.

''I asked, who is taking good care of themselves?'' ask Anjani again.

Yes, since then Anjani just kept quiet in Marko's office, and noticed the new Marko came and certainly did not realize his presence.