Married for Slander

Chapter 25.

Azzam and Alana arrived at the apartment. Doctors allowed Azzam to go home after confirming his improved condition.

There were no serious injuries he had, Azzam only needed enough rest to restore his stamina.

"What do you want to take a shower for?" alana asked after the two arrived at the room. Alana grabbed Azzam and helped him sit on the side of the bed.

"Go take a shower first, but I can't do it alone." replied Azzam with a clear face, he hoped Alana would offer him help.

Alana just kept quiet, then left Azzam stuff for a moment. The girl entered the bathroom and filled the bathtub with warm water.

After the water in the bathtub was full, Alana quickly prepared soap, shampoo and towels, then returned outside.

"Come on!" with Alana, he lifted Azzam's armpits until the two stood parallel.

Azzam gripped Alana intimately, was the girl really sure she wanted to bathe him? Azzam asked inwardly, he did not dare to ask directly.

Alana wrapped one arm around Azzam's waist and swept him into the bathroom.

Arriving inside, Alana helps Azzam undress.

As Alana's eyes bulged without a blink, she nervously saw the appearance of Azzam's muscular chest and stomach, the fine hairs that propagated from the stomach to the chest making Alana lost her mind, he felt like he wanted to run away from there, this was very embarrassing for him.

"Why see me like that? You likey?" while Azzam smiled mischievously, he was very anxious to see Alana's cheeks suddenly blushing like tomatoes.

"Ti-no, it's normal." argued Alana a little misbehavior and quick to throw away face.

Azzam smirked at his wife's timid look, then told Alana to take off her pants. Alana's eyes opened wide with her mouth slightly gaping.

The pants?

Let alone opening the package, just imagine that Alana does not want to.

Ah, I want Alana to scream so hard. He regretted being kind enough to help Azzam take a bath, he shouldn't have done it.

Now what should he do? He has already offered himself.

"Why shut up? Intention to help not?" tanya Azzam broke Alana's daydream.

Alana blinked and nodded weakly as she turned her neck, she was forced to move her hand and reach for the button of Azzam's pants.

"Oh my God, please help me!" inward Alana closed her eyes and bit her lower lip, her heart racing as she stripped the zipper of her pants.

"Aaaah.." cried Alana, she felt amused and quickly turned around, her heartbeat getting irregular.

Seeing his wife's funny behavior, Azzam laughed out loud and wrapped one hand in Alana's stomach.

Azzam gripped his wife's flat stomach and pulled her back. Alana gasped as her back hit the body of the husband.

"A-azzam, what are you doing? Quickly let go of me!"

Alana swallowed with great difficulty. Can she cry and scream for Azzam to let go?

Ah, Alana was getting scared when something hard pressed down on her butt, even Azzam's lips were already creeping on her nape.

Alana started shaking, her legs were really weak, she just wanted to faint in order for Azzam to stop his madness.

"Don't be afraid, baby. Remember, I'm your husband, not anyone else." hiss Azzam in Alana's ear, his warm breath made Alana's entire body goosebumps, tingling and pain blend into one.

"Don't now yeah, I'm not ready!" muttered Alana with a voice choked in the throat, her bladder suddenly full, she felt like peeing in her pants.

"A-azzam.." Alana's chirp held back the pain that spread in her body, as Alana wet her bed until the water seeped down at her feet.

"Huu... Wicked you!"

Alana shed tears. Not only was she scared, she was even very embarrassed to see her already wet feet.

"Well, why are you crying? No need to be ashamed of your husband!" Azzam wrapped his hands in Alana's stomach and kissed her shoulder.

"How is it not to be ashamed? You don't see my feet getting wet like this, you slobber tau." ketus Alana pursed her lips.

Azzam commented a smile and ruffled Alana's hair in a fit of anxiety. "What's orange? Ordinary times, his name is also human."

Azzam grasped Alana's hand and took her into the bathtub, then doused Alana's pee pooled on the floor to clean.

"What else do you want?" cynical Alana with an annoyed look as Azzam sat her in the bathtub.

"Mandi dong, baby. What do you want?" Azzam frowned while throwing away the standing water in the bathtub and filling it with new ones.

Alana raised next to the eyebrows saw Azzam who was not disgusted by the pee that spread in the bathtub.

"Aren't you disgusted?" alana asked.

"Why should you be disgusted?" azzam answered with a question.

Alana stared at Azzam's face. When she wanted to turn her back on her husband, Azzam swiftly grabbed her nape.

Azzam drew closer and eroded the distance between them, his four fingers touching the side of Alana's neck while his thumbs gently stroked his wife's cheeks.

Alana suddenly pecked with the chest of the deflated flower. The look in Azzam's eyes made his heart beat. Slowly his eyes closed as if he had resigned to the situation.

"Can I kiss you?" hiss Azzam asked permission.

Azzam who had been carried away by the atmosphere, could not bear to see Alana's lips were very tempting, especially in a half-wet state like this.

Alana did not answer, she just shook her head in a sign that Azzam would not let her kiss her.

Azzam who saw that instantly pulled his hand from Alana's neck. He was too stupid and wished he could touch his wife.

Azzam then opted out of the bathtub and grabbed the towel. He wrapped the towel around his waist and stripped the remaining boxer on his body.

"Azzam.." call Alana cirih.

Azzam refused to say as if his ears heard nothing, he was disappointed in himself who again could not control his desires.

Azzam's chest tastes very painful like a sharp dagger sliced, then dripped with vinegar water. It is not imagined how painful the heart of Azzam got a rejection that somehow to the number of times from his wife.

Suddenly the events of that time re-appeared in Azzam's mind, he thought Alana rejected him for still expecting the man.

Craangs...

Just arriving in the kitchen, a glass suddenly cracked and shattered into pieces within Azzam's grasp. He wanted to get angry but could not put it on Alana.

Instantly the shard tore his palm, fresh blood dripped on the floor, but Azzam smiled instead. It seems that self-harm has become a habit for him.

First fell off the bike, second car accident, and now his hand is injured because he does not know where to vent his anger. He even let his hands bleed without trying to treat her.