MY LITTLE WIFE'S PASSION

POV Rara's

I feel so happy tonight. I feel like I have a whole family back. Have good parents. There's my young father and mother. I would like to call him Momsky .

Hihah..

Funny yes, get a mother who is the same age as us, it feels really exciting. Moreover, we turned out to be a server. Both love action movies and love giggling. We spent three hours in the mall. Watching with my dad and shopping. I haven't been traveling with my dad in a long time.

Ehh get new mom. Hebohnya ask for forgiveness, very exciting streets with Momsky Zahra. The atmosphere is alive and full of joy. It is very different if the streets with Mama Rani, who is there for BETE. After Mama Rani is busy with her own world if again a walk. Laughing just can't. Must look graceful.

My sorrow was momentarily forgotten because jni night was so happy. Zahra and I have made up, it feels very soul-soothing. Turns out he was a very good boy. Stupidly I used to be hostile to her, just because I was obsessed with Ferdy.

I can't see a good man. I will be challenged to get it. Because, I want to feel the kindness of that man. Kindness and compassion, as I once got from Uncle Bimo.

Huuufts...

Why do I remember him again?

I finally felt sleepy too. We're on our way home. The excitement of watching, shopping and eating dinner outside made us able to go home after 22.10 Wib.

When we got to the parking lot. I saw Uncle Bimo's car.

Dag dug dag

My heart was in trouble. I don't know why I got so scared of my uncle Bimo, who is now my husband. I feel like a wet-caught thief right now. Really scared, afraid of being interrogated and scolded.

"That's Bimo's car. Did I say, he must be home." Momsky Zahra said and immediately embraced me. It led me to enter the house. Because right now, I'm sure. Momsky Zahra, knows that I'm tense and worried.

I have not dared to call Zahra Momsky. It's still in my imagination.

Arriving in the house. We didn't find Uncle Bimo in the living room, nor in the living room.

"Bik, where's Bimo?" Dad finally asked with a flat facial expression, at the butler.

"Mr Bimo in non Rara's room sir." Replied Bik Magdah as the butler in our house.

Dugs

Hearing Bik Magdah's reply, made my heart beat violently. Really talking about him, has made me this stiff.

He's in my room.

"Have he come Bik?" The father who was dissatisfied with Bik Magdah's answer, asked him again about Uncle Bimo.

"There's been about 30 minutes sir." Bik Magdah still looked down respectfully, answering father's question.

Dad looked at me with a flat look. That father's gaze, made me even more shriveled.

"Go to your room, baby. There your husband is waiting. Remember, don't get carried away with emotions later?" Said Father gently, rubbing my head lovingly.

"Yes dad." My heart was weak, I glanced at Momsky Zahra next to me. He excited me with his smile.

By trying to dampen this excessive worry, I dragged my feet that felt very heavy, like a mound of clay. It feels so heavy to step. My heart was also pounding so hard, which made it hard for me to sigh.

"Yes Allah... Why so hard. Why am I so afraid of him? what is this feeling, God?"

I was monologuing, stroking my chest plan which was still rumbling violently at this moment.

Huff...

I took a deep breath again. I need oxygen. I need to be able to relax. In order for the heart to beat continuously. May reduce rhythm.

I was five minutes in front of my door. Pacing back and forth while mere mas my hands that have been sweating. I really can't afford to deal with Uncle Bimo. I won't be able to do it with his cold attitude later. I can get out of control, and fight back. Because I can't hear to be blamed, belittled and scolded. What I want right now is understood, given attention and affection.

Huuff....

I took a deep breath for the last time. Still brushing my chest that is pounding, even though the rhythm of the beat has been reduced.

Bismilbornrahmanirrahim

I said in my heart, before my hand pressed the handle of my room door.

Chequek..

Duaaar..

The door opened, I, who was still frightened, began to look for the whereabouts of Uncle Bimo in my room with full vigilance.

And....

Dugs

Dugs

Dugs

My heart is in trouble again. I feel like my heart has been broken. I was limp already, wanting to collapse as her eyes looked into mine. His eyes were sharp like the eyes of an eagle looking for prey and ready to pounce.

Right now, Uncle Bimo was sitting on the corner sofa of the room with his legs open, looking at me sharply. I got goosebumps out of fear. He was like a ghost, very scary.

Uncle Bimo linked his hands together on top of his wide-open reward and placed it on his chin. Massaging her chin, and still looking at me sharply. It was like he wanted to pounce on me.

I couldn't get back his sharp gaze. I lowered my head, then closed the door of the room, with great care. I don't know if I closed my door properly or not. Because I'm not concentrating anymore.

"You can get out of the house without first telling and go home this late!" His voice Uncle Bimo sounded full of disappointment. His manner of speaking was gentle, but his facial expression was sour.

Dugs

I was shocked to hear Uncle Bimo say. Now I can only stand before him. Like a criminal, who admitted his guilt to the judge.

"KUBBERI PACK TIME 10 MINUTES. !" Again, Uncle Bimo's strong speech made me confused

Pack up?

packing what?

where are we going these nights?

"Don't hear? don't hear what I'm saying, until you stare there. That's why life is right. Do not nar Koba Mulu you think, drunk and drunk, nanton Por no, Du gem, and so forth. Look at the impact, you become oon, stupid and look deaf. Because all this time what you've been doing has ruined your body's performance."

Seerrr

My blood feels like it is spilling over hearing the swearing of this devil's cayenne husband's mouth. Lemas I got the swearing. I can't hold myself back anymore. It felt like my chest was hurting, it was painful. His words were cruel.

Although I'm really like that. Why should it be mentioned again. No one who likes his weaknesses discussed and then cornered.

Wicked you uncle, evil...!

"Why are you still dumb? pack up, I'll give you 10 minutes."

Uncle Bimo doesn't want to know how I am. I was so scared of her that my legs were completely withered. My feet cannot be compromised. I was like, looking down with tears pouring down. Even the words of my mouth were murky.

"Time left Five minutes more, once you become a statue there? if the time limit I give you does not meet. Then you will come with me, with clothes attached to your body only. And, you will no longer allow me to come to this house, take your important belongings. Because in this house you have no rights. You know who you are now. You're not a descendant of the family in this house."

Hixes

Hixes

Hixes

"Mother.."

I gathered all my strength, dragging my withered feet into the locker room.

"Mother.... Mother ..!"

Even if everyone says mom is bad. But, Rani's mother always lovingly treated me. Unfortunately, my mother never scolded me.

When packing my things into a suitcase bag. I heard a fight between Uncle Bimo and Momsky Zahra. Like Momsky Zahra was worried about me. So too with Dad.

Father, who is not my biological father, still thinks of me as his own flesh and blood. I heard he threatened Uncle Bimo

TB

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