My wife Slave of Lust

Foreign Men

We got home an hour ago. However, there was still no conversation between me and my wife. Vida, who had noticed something was wrong, did not want to open her voice again after a single snap I threw from the lips when we just set foot in this house.

Really, just this time I snapped at him. It was because he kept flocking me with questions that made my chest feel hot. He should have understood my condition, if I was emotional, then I just wanted to be alone without communicating. But he did the opposite. Instead of making me dampen my emotions, he ignited the flames of my anger and became even higher.

"I'm sorry" Vida said between the lines as she walked back to me on the balcony of our room.

I was still looking up at the blue sky that seemed to look gray in my view. Both palms slipped into the pocket of the pants that made me comfortable in this position. I feel that by being alone I can be clearer to think.

"Darling ...!"

"Stop pinning that call on me if you also pin it to another man, Vida!" I firmly raised my voice as I turned around to look at her.

Vida seemed surprised by my sudden impressed screech. Maybe he didn't think that I would say that. Hopefully, this way he will open up.

"I ... I ..," she said in a stammering voice. Between fear and also confusion. Maybe a little confused - how do I know that?

Without waiting for Vida to continue the next dialogue, I immediately added a step to approach her. "Yes, I know everything. Now it's your turn to admit it or not." I kept staring at Vida with an interrogating look. He began to misbehave while shedding tears.

"Sorry."

Only that word came out of his mouth while pulling his gaze into submission. I was not satisfied with the unconvincing response, then patted his body until he was leaning on the wall. His gaze suddenly looked up for a moment, staring at the two neutrraku who had symbolized the flames of jealousy.

"What's wrong with you, Vida? Until you betray me?!" ask me with a heavy voice. I don't want to cry, even though my heart feels so sliced. Recalling his conversation with the foreign man a few minutes ago, made the nightmare again throw off my defenses.

The defense I've been building is based on a wall of trust. Confidence in the couple that I so adored in every pull that through the respiratory tract. I could not believe that the suspicion that I had only pinned inside the sleeping flower turned out to be a reality. The bitter reality of success suppresses feelings.

"I'll answer it" said someone who suddenly appeared from behind the door. His stature is like a successful businessman in a physical cover that is classified as beautiful.

And ... how did he get into this house?

Or maybe she ...?

My gaze and Vida simultaneously turned towards the source of the sound. I could see that Vida's eyes were perfectly patterned when she saw the man in front of her.

"Ba-Baron," he said, covering his mouth with both palms. My gaze reflexively turned to Vida who looked surprised as well as trembling in fear.

"Who are you?" ask me to the foreign man in front of me who at this time I have realized that he is my rival.

"I? Hem ... I'm the one who can help you find the answer to your question earlier," he said casually as he ruffled his waist.

Songong once he!

Dare to act as if he is in power, while he himself is a stranger in this house. While Vida still does not dare to wiggle. He stays just like a mannequin in a boutique.

"You!" My steps increased forward, to level with the man while blasting the gaze of the eagle.

"It's not good to solve problems with emotions, Ibra." He looked like he was grinning without feeling sinful.

Whahuh? Does he know my name? How's story?

Kulirik glimpsed at Vida as if he was asking, but he even lowered his head limp as if helpless.