Jrat Love Pak Dosen

Chapter 21

"What's? A divorce? No!" sahut Shaka with a strong clenched hand held back his anger.

Like dejavu, the events of three years ago seem to turn around again today. The day Grace asked her to divorce at the age of their child was eight months in the womb. Without knowing what the cause was suddenly his wife asked to separate.

Until now, Arshaka has not known the reason Grace asked for a divorce from him. If caste reasons are a problem, young men will try to get as much property as possible so that their caste can be the same. However, not the answer he got from the wife but ridicule and ridicule from the in-laws.

Since divorcing after Azka was born and abandoned by Grace , Arshaka vows to finish college sooner than her time. He is also looking for scholarships that cater to high-achieving students. Only achievements to be proud of, none of the treasures he had.

"I'll never divorce you, Shaila. So, next time never ask for it again," said Shaka coldly with clenched hands until his veins were seen poking out.

"Why is this loveless marriage maintained? Why get married if you're still out there looking for another woman?" shaila asked in a soft voice, her heart as if it were broken.

It turns out that only in the mouth, if parting in a virgin state is better. However, in reality his heart felt like it was slashed. He was fine because he had not seen with his own eyes. Now, when she clearly saw how the husband treated the woman, it hurt.

"What you saw just now is not what you think, Shai. Believe me, he and I have no relationship" Arshaka said, reaching for his wife's hand.

Shaila flicked her arm to let the husband's hand loose. The girl did not want to be touched by her double husband.

"Already have no relationship, means you were dating before? Or a couple of wives?" Shaila could not hold back her emotions anymore, so she strengthened her voice in front of her husband.

Arshaka gasped at the sound of his wife's blaring voice. His wife was even bar-barous and still childish, not once raising a voice on her husband or someone older than him. This indicates that the wife is really angry and disappointed in him.

Seeing the husband who was silent did not answer her question, made Shaila shake her head. As if he could not believe if the lecturer he thought had a good personality, he could wish for him. The girl's head shook with tears flowing down.

Shaka hugged his wife, his tears dripping with guilt. Feeling guilty for not telling her the truth from the start.

"He was my ex-girlfriend in High School. We broke up on the approach to the graduation exam. After that I was close to a classmate. Friends used to joke, but after myself we got closer.

Our closeness from just friends to friends with benefits, we do everything together that is important to mutual benefit. It starts with watching a movie together and ends up under the same blanket. We are always together, even college majors and one class.

We were caught having marital relations and were married off. At first Grace's parents did not want to because life in her homeland was common. But Papa forced us to marry.

During our marriage, we never actually had a fight. Every problem we talk about together. Although I was always scorned and ridiculed by Grace's parents, I accepted because we were just ordinary people while Mr. Alfonso was a famous businessman in America.

One year we were married, Grace suddenly asked for a divorce. I refused, so he helped his parents take care of our divorce. After Azka was born she went with her parents to America and we officially divorced."

"Then what did I see? Where there are people who do not have any relationship can be as romantic as that," asked Shaila did not believe the story of the husband.

"I amuse him. He was just married by his girlfriend. Worse yet, the girlfriend's wife is her own close friend. As a friend, I'm just entertaining, nothing more."

Hhh ....

"I also told him that I was married again. Marry my very special protege to me."

Silence has no sayings from Shaila. The girl couldn't believe it. For him there is no word of friend between the opposite sex, except just to know it.

"I haven't asked for my rights as a husband, not because I don't want you. I just want to do that, when you're sincere and ready to serve me as your husband." Arshaka again voiced because his little wife was still at home with tears that continued to flow.

Arshaka turned his wife's body to face her. Seeing his little wife crying, the man's heart felt pinched. The father of one child rubbed the tears that were still left in the corner of the eye and on the cheek of the wife.

"I'm sorry, it made you cry for not telling the truth. Believe me it's not all intentional, lately I've been busy completing the thesis so there's no time for you and Azka."

Arshaka put his forehead on his wife's forehead. The man's eyes glazed over as he felt guilty. A few minutes later, he kissed the wife's face thoroughly and ended up on her sweet lips.

Arshaka starts sipping, sucking, and m3lum4t. Shaila replied and opened her lips slightly, making it easier for her husband's tongue to break into his mouth. Repay its contents.

Both breaths are hunting. Shaka's hands have been guerrilla throughout the body of the wife. Not until there, still with lips interlocked, the man took off all the cloths attached to Shaila's body, except her da lam clothes.

Slowly, Arshaka took his little wife to bed. The man tried to remove the cloth attached to his body because the wife did not want to help release. The man is getting more demanding.

Something behind the bermuda triangle stands tall, but not justice. Sturdy but not a monument. Ready to draw but blunt.

Arshaka was already impatient to throw away his pleasure barrier cloth. One by one the rest of the cloth stuck to his body and the wife's body floated out of nowhere because he threw with origin.

"Dad! Bubuns! Open door!" azka shouted while banging on the door of the room.