Mafia Snatch Wife Man

Chapters. 18. Another In the mouth Another In the heart.

Guntur sent chat to Anjali so that his wife was ready to wait for his return. First in their marriage, Thunder gave this order to Anjali. At least he wanted his wife to look seductive like Marisa.

But, Thunder forgot. He never bought clothes for his wife.

"Yes my. What I should do. Brother's coming home soon and he wants me. Meanwhile, my stomach's been bruised." Anja looked riled up and she rubbed her protruding belly several times from behind the negligee.

"Darling, please mama. Understood yes. Papa's coming home soon. Mama hope you calm down. Don't be like this. Mama's afraid that papa will get angry again." Anjali was like a child complaining. He no longer knows what to do or how. It's been a few hours since his stomach is not good.

Soon after, he felt better. His stomach was no longer as tight as it was. It turned out that the baby he was carrying really understood his condition. He was so grateful. In the stomach alone, the baby is understanding. Always follow what he says.

Anjali was immediately ready to clean up, especially her personal part. He also wears clean clothes and wears a little fragrance. I bought a perfume a few days ago.

"May you like it. I don't have any good clothes. Especially sexy. There are only a few simple home-made negligees." Anja muttered as she walked back and forth in the room. He looked at the window several times. Look down, which is connected directly to the gate.

Anjali kept watching while occasionally rubbing her stomach. At first glance a smile decorating his face that looks to withstand drowsiness. Because once in a while Anjali would keep her mouth shut when she yawned. Sure oes. The clock showed at one in the morning.

Not long after a sedan car entered the yard. At that moment Anjali felt an irregular heartbeat. Not because of any other feelings in his heart. He was just worried, and scared. "What if you don't like my appearance tonight. Surely Brother again needs the impingement of his desire. Indeed, he doesn't usually call me first. Could it be, he had already started to become aware of my existence? Or, have I started to fill her heart?" Anjali wanted to smile happily but hesitantly.

He doesn't want to be so confident first. Because, afraid if finally disappointed later. But, actually from the deepest heart space. Anjali hoped that her husband would change. Just a little bit, give her space and a chance. At least, acknowledge their baby who is now residing in his womb.

Anjali walked back and forth. Between the door and the bed. He looks angry. The trauma of torture and violence of Thunder continued to flash in his heart and mind. Rsa fear and worry are more domineering. That's what makes his heart work so bad.

The sound of the doorknob being turned from the outside. Made Anjali hold her breath for a moment. Until the door opened and displayed a tall figure of dashing pus wrapped by a tangled shirt. As well as the condition of the hair and face are rather messy.

Even so, it does not reduce the level of good looks from space thunder. Honey, his nature is rude and there is never a single smile on his face for Anjali.

"Abang, are you home?" reprimand Anjali who actually made both eyes of Thunder glare. The man noticed his wife's appearance from head to toe. And he grinned with a mocking look.

"A–abang suddenly told him. So these are the only clothes that exist" Anjali replied stammering.

"What reason is that!"

"You want me to admit you. Tonight I give you that chance but where! You can't even use it well. Just look interesting you can't. But it still requires me to be nice to you!" thunder shouted in front of Anjali's face while pointing at his wife using her long and large index finger.

Anjali. The shadow of anger from Thunder as well as the man's harsh treatment flashed in his brain. Making his entire body instantly bathed in cold sweat. Anjali shaking. Every time she gets a beating from her husband. He will feel a great fear. In fact, both knees felt weak.

Not wanting to fight or defend themselves. But the sense of trauma experienced by victims of domestic violence is indeed mentally weak even though they have just heard the clash.

Even when she saw her husband's angry expression, Anjali's heart seemed to slip first.

Anjali staggered back and she immediately rested on the nightstand to keep her body standing.

Anjali wanted to answer if indeed since marriage, her husband never took her shopping for clothes. Leave her new clothes for her. He never received a penny from Thunder. Anjali nourished himself with the results he worked on Puspita. Even during the five months of living in this house, Anjali had never eaten anything from what was in this house.

Thunder took a look at his wife's appearance when he was close to Anjali. Her little heart clucked acknowledging the natural beauty of the woman who wore a home negligee but was still able to make her spirits turbulent. Moreover, the state of Anjali which is now increasingly contained because of her pregnancy, for Thunder increasingly looks tempting.

Only, what he felt in his heart would be different when it came out of his mouth.

"Once a village will be forever a village. Just take off your clothes! I don't taste it when I see you like this!"

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