Mafia Snatch Wife Man

Chapter 8. Deepest Feelings Arka.

"Yo ndak that's it. Think about your future. Your age is mateng." Warti regretted Arka's attitude that was too pampering him and also his youngest son. Until, Arka did not think about her needs.

In response to the advice of the mbok, Arka could only smile. It was they who kept him in this great city. If he can, Arka has brought his mother and sister to the city.

"Mbok, Arka has sent money. I have more than tripled than I did a few months ago. So, the Mbok can no longer go to the rice field huh. If the Mbok bosen, can just garden in the backyard of the house. Anyway, I don't want to beat the soybean Mbok let alone get sick, Yo." Arka was full of emphasis, which then made the old woman who was worn out smiling while rubbing her thin cheeks. While Warto's husband has been dead since Arka was ten years old. That's why Arka didn't graduate school. He's been working hard and rough like a coolie since he was a teenager.

"Come, Le. The Mbok understands. Earlier this morning, Acil had bought some kale and chili seeds. The Mbok also wants to keep the fish, so your sister will take care of it. Oh yes, the money you will send can be used to fix the kitchen wall. Jebol e, cut karo codot iso mlebu." Again, Arka chuckled in response to the babble from the woman he had not met for almost a year. Because, Arka will come home once a year.

"Yes, Arka will add more if you can commission later. Anyway, Si Mbok does not need to say the same Mbak Sari. Let Arka take care of everything."

Sari Adriyani, is Arka's adoptive sister who follows her husband outside the island. Where the sister-in-law has several shrimp farms and mackerel fish. However, the older brother never once sent to finance their parents who live with other brothers in a small village. While the second husband of the mbok died since Acil was still in the womb. Meanwhile, Arka, until this moment never knew who her biological parents were.

Mbok Warti found it when she was delivering lunch for her husband, Karto at that time. Behind, piles of dried rice, the figure of a tiny baby writhing as it was shrouded in ants.

After being satisfied to call, Arka prepared to clean herself up. Then the tall, sturdy man laid his tired body onto the foam mattress that he had placed on the floor without a cot.

"If only Anjali had a cell phone? We can definitely chat through chat. What, I'll buy it, okay? But what salary is the stay? Mbok also asked for extra." Arka scratched her head.

"But Thunder won't go berserk if you know, Anja has a cell phone." Arka coolly muttered alone until he did not realize if his eyes had been completely closed. Arka had fallen asleep in deep sleep and welcomed her dream that had been dashed in the real world.

Meanwhile, the fate of the woman he was dreaming of in this sleep was experiencing abuse from her own husband.

"Don't be here, Mas. This is not the place ...," said Anja who tried to reject the deviant game from her own husband.

"God! Dumpster! You better just follow. My girlfriend just didn't resist!" You said I was your husband. Why don't you want to?" Thunder doesn't care about Anja's rejection. He pulled back Anja's hair until her head looked up and she was free to do what she wanted.

Until, the seeds exploded in a place that should not, and Anja choked until it ended up vomiting.

"Good, girl." Thunder left Anja who was naked with a state of weakness because he had released contents in his stomach.

All because of the actions of Thunder that forced him to swallow a liquid that he should not swallow.

Disgusting.

Why, her husband was so happy to torture her. Thunder likes weird sexual fantasies. But, tonight was the most disgusting experience in Anjali's life. She could not understand how the woman Thunder called a girlfriend willingly and willingly did it for her husband. In fact, his wife in fact felt amused and nauseous.

"You're outrageous, Mas. You really have no feelings. You don't think about my situation at all. I'm trying hard to eat to nourish our baby. But the consequences of your actions have made it all seem futile. My stomach is hungry again, but what should I eat right now." Anja grimaced on her bed. Fortunately, Thunder if you sleep well then it will not wake up because of anything. Just tonight the man fell asleep in Anja's room.

Thunder doesn't care. Although, it was a slashing cry that came out from Anja's sexy lips.

Secretly, Anja again took out the milk in a box that she kept in her closet. Just about to pour some water, Anja saw a huge tall shadow standing behind her body.

"Mas Gun–tur." Anja felt as if she was suffocating the air. He did not even dare to turn around and silence the end of the glass, stopping in front of his lips.

Thunder raised his hand so quickly in front of Anja's face. And ...

Prosecutor!

"Good, Anja!" Arka immediately woke up and sat down from her sleep. He rubbed his sweaty face violently. Then exhale repeatedly.

"Why do I keep thinking about that son of a bitch's torture. Why should I be tormented by these shadows! I thought after I let you go. Then everything will be easy. But the truth is no, your pain and distress continue to dance overshadowing my steps. What am I supposed to do? If I had a lot of money and power, I would have freed you from that hell." Arka massaged her temple. His head was heavy.

Anja's tears, which she saw this afternoon, continued to plague her heart. However, he felt weak and helpless. Arka had no power to wipe away those tears. That sadness. There was no more joy and laughter from Anja that he saw from their daily life. Now, there is only a grim look and durja that decorate the beautiful face of Anja.

The woman he almost married with fifteen million dollars. Where the money was collected for four years. But destiny says something else. Anja is married to a man from a wealthy family. In the past, he had thought that Anja left him for a rich man. After Anja explained everything. Arka felt guilty. He hated Anjali for several months.

"I want to see that smile again just once. Why do I see more crying on that face. Anja, I'm so tormented. Did I just kill it in that fucking Thunder!" Arka shouted loudly in her room. Until some residents of the room knocked on the door tight.

"Lu gilak ya! Shouts night-night!" namel one of the residents of kos.

"Sorry, Ma'am. I'm watching Drakor again" elak Arka.

"Pantes Gilak!" the neighbor of the boarding house passed after addressing him.

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