
"Let's go home, this isn't your home" Mr. Raditya asked his wife, not wanting to be away from his second wife.
"If I don't want to, what,?" challenge the Moon, he actually did not want to stay in that house along with his honey. Who is willing to divide the husband in the same roof and this is what the Moon feels in addition to again he is like being lied to because the husband already has a wife.
"I will force you" replied Mr. Raditya who seemed to accept the challenge, he did not care if he was in his Papa house. The moon is his responsibility and he is entitled to himself.
"I don't want to, you know, you better divorce me and give me back to my parents" Pinta Rembulan who challenged the marriage for a few days, he was happy to come to this house. He thought he would be treated like a princess in a fairy tale but that he should be treated like he was not considered to be just a wife on paper.
The difference between them has no way out. The moon that tightened her blanket to cover her body so as not to be touched by her husband.
Mr. Raditya was piercing his wife's frightened body, as if he was holding back his bravery of being a normal man.
"Don't beg me" said the Moon wryly, she was not ready to give up her crown to her husband.
As if you were deaf to the whining and rejection that the Moon gave you, you were so blind and deaf when you were with the Moon.
Aarghhh.. Be ill...
The screams and shouts of the Moon were useless when the crown of the only thing he had had to be forcibly taken away in a way that was lawful to him. The moon that was helpless and no longer had the strength to resist could only give up what her husband was doing. No one could help him in that soundproofed room. Her father-in-law who does not know if his son has incised such a big wound on his mantel that he has chosen.
"Hiks... Hiks..," just the cry that the Moon is now doing, she is like a weak woman unlike the old days who dared not fear anyone.
"I'm sorry" only one word came from Mr. Raditya's lips, he poured down beside his wife with a sigh of consternation because of the treatment he had done to the Moon by force even though it was halal to touch.
"Go there" put away the Moon who brushed off her husband's hand that was coiled in her flat stomach. He has no more energy to hit or avenge what Mr. Raditya did.
Mr. Raditya ignored the words of his wife, he who had felt the pleasures of the heaven of the world could only smile with a body that was still tired. He was also closed because of the drowsiness he felt.
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At night, the two halal couples were both silent in their minds. The moon is upset by what happened and the dizzy Mr. Raditya has to do what he can to persuade his wife to return home.
"You don't want to go home?" asked Mr. Raditya again, he wanted to go home and see his first wife.
Mr. Raditya breathes harshly, confronting a wife like the Moon in need of extra patience, he who becomes interested will not let go even if his Papa asks him to divorce her.
Dinner arrived, Papah Haris and Rembulan sat in their seats, Rembulan took rice and side dishes that his parents-in-law wanted.
Mr. Raditya who saw him immediately sat down as his wife took him for her Papa.
"I didn't get it?" pinta Tuan Raditya who wants to be served also by this second wife, he who is always served when at home by Siska.
"Take it yourself, if you want to serve it with your wife," not the Moon who answered it but the Papah who was still furious with the behavior of his son who wished for his perfect mantle.
"But, Pah." protested Mr. Raditya to the Papah who insinuated himself continuously.
The moon who was still angry and disappointed with what happened this afternoon made her reluctant to answer the words her husband had uttered. Not with Mr. Raditya who scowled annoyed and he took it himself violently.
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Pokonya we have to go home, inevitably you have to want to , DOT...