Dear Mr. Brutal Mario

Galak Amat's Wife

It's been a month since Val lived in Mario's mansion. In a thousand ways the man finally managed to make Val as Lady Mario. The wedding was quick and closed. What matters is legitimate. That's what Mario's brain is all about right now. The man with a smile that never faded approached the wife who was cleaning her face in front of the dressing table. Mario knows Val hasn't received it yet. But he will make Val return his sincere love.

"What's wrong?" Val asked as the man hugged her from behind.

"Isn't this our first night?"

"My life is still 16 om. Can you rape me? I'm not ready for that."

"All right, I'll wait until you're ready." Mario said he had his wife's head. The man didn't want to hurt Val. Therefore, as much as possible, He will restrain his desires.

The two sat facing each other accompanied by two cups of tea that were still warm.

"Why what?"

"You sit next to you By." The man began to change his call.

"Stay there I want to say something important."

"Yes if it's important to sit close, let it be clear."

"No. Sit there."

"alright. Alright. Very fierce wife."

Val handed him one piece of paper at the table complete with a pen. The girl looked more mature than before. Sitting up is so graceful and authoritative.

"This is what By?"

"Read it and sign it." Val said as he sipped his tea.

Mario read it carefully. It was a marriage agreement between the two.

"Om just wants to marry me, right? So, I decided to make this deal. Om once said if I became Om's wife I'd be free. The letter of agreement is a witness to Om's remarks. There has to be black over white when we make a deal. Isn't it?"

"Yes. But I want to talk about a few points. First of all, I kind of object to the point of not touching. The second, free to go out of the house and take care of business. The third, if there is no match and discomfort can protest. The fourth, sleep separately."

"Let me explain. First Om don't ask for Om's right before I'm ready. I told you that."

"OK."

"The second. I will continue to take care of my business directly without forgetting my obligation as a wife to prepare clothes and breakfast."

"Third one. If I or Om feel uncomfortable, protest."

"Fourth one. We sleep in different rooms."

"For the fourth I disagree. Why should we sleep in separate places. I don't want to."

"Did the fourth one. Then sign it."

"I also have a condition. You can take care of business as long as you come home not late from 2 pm."

"All right."

"OK." Mario signed the deal.

Val feels free despite being bound by an unwanted marriage. The girl had just been to her parents' house to pick up some stuff. Now she has become Mario's wife and inevitably Val must live in the man's mansion.

"God. Just be surprised."

"Where are you from?" Asked Mario in a hoarse voice. The man just woke up.

"From Mommy's house. It was already a part."

"Eat yuk. I hungry. I want your cooking."

"Yes I made it. Wash your face there."

"Yes." Yeah." Mario rushed to his room to wash his face.

Val was busy cooking some food in the kitchen. The girl looked deftly making various dishes. His hands realized that he did not stop cutting mixing and arranging alternately.

"Need help By?" Said Mario recently.

"No. Om just sit down. It will be complicated if helped."

All dishes are on the table. Starting from the first menu, Cassoulet dishes made of sausage and white beans are cooked in one pan.

Second, Creme Brulee is made from a mixture of vanilla, milk, and fruits, with a soft texture.

The last is Beef Bourguignon is a dish with basic beef ingredients.

Mario seemed excited to see the cuisine made by his wife.

"Where are you trying?"

"As far as you By. Everything's good."

"Eat this first." Val took Beef Bourguignon for her husband.

"Boat."

"Haishis. Yes yes it is." Val starts cutting the meat and feeding it to Mario.

"Nob."

"Would you try something else?"

"Yes. Can."

Val takes Cassoulet and feeds her to her husband.

"Taste you all good. If I haven't come home for lunch, you'll take lunch for me."

"Yes. Can."

"Thank You By." Mario hugged his wife tightly.

"Ih Om's. My cheeks have food." Val complains because the spoon he holds on his cheek because of the husband's actions.

"Sorry By." Mario licked his wife's cheek.

"Basin' dirty." Val said pinching Mario's arm.

Mario is happy living with Val as a legally and religiously legitimate couple. So comfortable with the presence of the girl in his life. He who hates noise is now more accustomed. His wife's teenage life is very active. Like now in the afternoon that still feels hot Val is engrossed in playing basketball on the back court. His wife is so**** with her basketball shirt. His shoulder-length hair features a seductive tie-jang neck. Mario gulped and endured his hard-earned desires. The man arrived and hugged Val who was busy mendribble the ball.

"Om what?"

"Bawain you drink. Sit down yuk."

"Yes." Yeah." Val and Mario sit on the bench not far from there.

"Drink first."

"Thank you." Val immediately drank. Mario watched his wife who was so seductive. Especially with the sweat running down Val's forehead. Mario wiped his wife's sweat with a small towel he brought.

"Yuk Om street."

"Where?"

"Kemana cake. Time at home. Bosen knows."

"We're going to the Mall Om."

"Can deh. I took a shower for that."

"Later or tomorrow. You're not tired of what?"

"No. It will be later."

"Yes." Yeah."

"Thank you Om."

"The same." Mario hugged his wife.

"Don't hug me dry."

"Father" Mario won't let go of his embrace.