Mother's Choice Husband

Mother's Choice Husband 9

"I want to go home, it looks like the motorcycle is coming soon. I'm afraid if the monster comes home he'll go crazy again." He got up and took the bag and the brown anplop out of my hand.

I drove him forward. Before he left, he ordered me to carefully live with the monster. My life could be threatened.

I'm scratching, traumatized once he faced my husband.

I went in and closed the front door. It's five in the morning. I take a shower and want to complain to the Creator who owns me completely.

Now almost every week he brings a woman to this house tonight. My heart was like a rock when I heard the screams too****** the women in our room

Sometimes I think my soul is crazy. Without any tears I treated all the women of the night my husband wore.

The stock of medicine that we must drink when it runs out by the husband is neatly arranged in the closet. Until when I'm like this.

How cheap our pride is just because our money is battered.

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This morning I saw my husband's night woman still sleeping soundly in our bed. Her body was bruised, in the corner of her eyes was swollen due to my husband's actions. Don't ask my husband, every time he has a relationship he will leave us in this house. I'm sure he has a second home I don't know about.

I woke her. He opened his eyes. When he woke up, he complained of pain.

Ow!

" It hurts!" Stimulants.

" This is your money, go. There's an ojek waiting for you downstairs!" My orders.

Carefully he wears his clothes. And stumbling towards getting out.

The woman has gone with my husband's subscription motorcycle.

Now I understand why this house has a large yard and a house far from the neighbors as well as a high fence wall. So that the residents do not know the foul behavior of the host.

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Day is my sixth month of marriage. This morning the nausea was so great to attack me. The cold man who held my husband's title until he woke up and came to me. Nape my neck.

" Why?"

" Nausea bang." I'm pinching my forehead. Walk into the room. He's following.

" Let's go check on the midwife, I'll take a shower for a second. Get ready! Maybe you're pregnant" she ordered.

Getting pregnant? My reflexes are stroking my stomach. If there really is a fetus in my stomach, how happy my life is. Although he should have a father who has a life deviation.

We've arrived at the midwife's buk house. My urine has been examined just waiting for the line to appear in the face of the pregnancy test.

I saw a smiling midwife staring at that flat object. What the hell is going on? I'm ingrained.

My curiosity is so passionate.

" Happy buk, positive mother pregnant"

My husband and I stared at each other. There was a happy look on his face. Reflex he clasped my hand.

" His pregnancy has been two months, if nausea dizzy and not tasteful eating is common in the first semester's pregnancy." Obviously, a doctor for both of us.

After the examination, we went home but stopped by the supermarket for a while. Anto went inside while I waited outside. My body feels weak until it slips to walk too long.

The huft! Finally home too.

As I was about to step into the kitchen, I heard a noise, who was cooking? I'm settling the precipitate. A woman with a slim body was cooking in my kitchen.

Anto held my shoulder.

" He's Ram's grandson, but Ram's mom is too old to work at this house. I told him to work. You just rest in the room." He led me into the room.

I lay on the bed. If he were like this forever, I would be happy.

" Take good care of my son. I've been waiting a long time for her presence, but God has chosen you to be the mother of my children." He took the key to the motor to pass away.

" Bang! Can we talk to you for a second?" Call me.

" What's up?" He stopped his steps and came back to me.

" Where are you going? Up to six months of marriage, I never knew where you were going if you didn't come home for days. Do you have another house?" Relief has been buried so far has been delivered.

He looked at me coldly, approaching my face.

" Don't interfere with my life if you don't want to be the same fate as my second wife." Threatened him.

The deg! My heart is beating fast. Don't-don't..?

My head suddenly dizzy. Is Anto a psychopath?

Pov Anto's

" Pardon me..."

The screams in my mother's room disturbed my nights. I don't know what adults do at night when the kids are asleep.

In the morning I'll find my mother's face bruised. Not infrequently his lips broke. Every time I asked him he would answer everything was fine. And I don't believe that.

One night, she came out of the house with a big suitcase. I chased him but it didn't work because Dad was holding me tight.

I went on strike a week talking to my dad. I also got a week of raw bogem from my father.

It hurts! I feel like half my life is gone. Everything has been quiet since my mother's departure. I didn't find my favorite food. Nor did I meet my mother's greeting in the morning. Since then, my mother has never returned. My mother never asked me about my news either. Maybe for my mother it was not important in her life.

After a month of mother's departure, father came home to bring a beautiful woman with sexy clothes. I was thirteen years old then. Her name was Mala. Turns out she's dad's lung wife. Since then Aunt Mala has been living in our house.

One night when I wanted to take a cup of coffee, I heard Aunt Mala screaming in pain. I also wondered, I finally peeked out from behind a small key. I saw you beating Aunt Mala. I saw Aunt Mala without clothes that night, after her they were in touch. I just watched until the show was over.

Even almost every night, I pretended to be in the kitchen to make sure there was going to be a show tonight. The point is I'm hooked.

Every day I watched Aunt Mala's body filled with wounds. Until one night while I was peeping at them, Aunt Mala asked for a divorce from my father, but I didn't allow a big fight. Finally I strangled Aunt Mala's neck to death. I ran into my room. Honestly, my heart beats hard to see the harsh treatment of my father to his wife.

This morning I was shocked by the news that Aunt Mala committed suicide by hanging herself on the bathroom door.

Ah, father... I was scared when I looked at him. But I pretend I don't know. Since the death of Aunt Mala, every night I bring a woman to our house. And every night I watch my father's treatment of his woman.

It turns out that seeing my father having sex with those women makes my brain go crazy. Miraculous rude nature of father imitate me. Twice I was rude to my wife. And my second wife is similar to the way my father killed his victims.

But with Naima I would cry a lot if I hurt her. I left her a lot so I wouldn't torture her often. Because being close to her makes my passion*** rise. Until I brought another woman to throw away my saturation.

Naima's pregnancy is happy news. And I hope Naima can take good care of my future son.