Not the Forbidden Miss

Fourteen - You Are my Canduku

I still did not reply to the message from Mas Azril, I just saw it on the front screen, Mas Azril continued to lean messages on me, and many times he called me. Let's just say, she's worried about me.

It was ten o'clock at night, I better go home, afraid also on the way, because Mas Azril's house is in an area that is still sparsely populated, because it is in a new elite housing area. Arriving at home, I saw Mas Azril who was on the terrace, he paced, surely he panicked I did not go home.

“Mala!” call Mas Azril with a loud shout.

“What the hell, Mas?” my answer.

“One time relax you answer?” mas Azril was upset.

“It's night, don't scream!” my tukas.

“You from anywhere, huh?” ask Mas Azril.

“From my cafe, why?” reply relax.

I went straight into the house. I didn't kiss her hand at all, let alone, I was dealing with that person instead. He is my husband, but what kind of husband is he? Love is just like me? Let's just say I'm living with a stranger in this house?

“Mala ... can't tell you where to go?” tusky.

“Pamit? Pamit with mas?” my answer.

“You saying the same to who else? We live together, you are also my responsibility, I am your husband! Obviously good with me, is it! What if mom and mom come? I have to answer are you not at home?” abugn.

“Jawab as much as you can dong? Smart to make a show how dizzy to find answers if asked where I am?” my spoken. “Already, I'm tired! Want to sleep!”

I went straight into the room. Guest rooms to be more precise. Because at that time, when Mas Azril left for the office this morning, I immediately moved some of my clothes.

“It's not your room, Mal!” his yell.

“Who said? My people have been sleeping here all night?” my answer.

“Mal, don't do this, can't our relationship be repaired?” said it.

“Repair again means? Aren't we okay? You're the one who's not good?” my spoken.

“Mal, okay. I'll learn to love you!” said it.

“Learn only, I don't forbid people from learning. But, in studying there are also exams, right? Let's just say it's a test for mas, we sleep apart. I know you'll just do it. What is it for if you don't love? Can you feel and enjoy it? Though there is no love in the least?” my spoken.

“What's the difference with you, Mal? You enjoyed it too, right?” mas Azril said.

“Terasu! Now you sleep in our room! No more sleeping separations!” his erang.

“Ih maksa!” my tukas.

“I insist, because you are my wife!” snarl.

“Yes did not marry Farah! Leave her! If you want to sleep with me!” my er.

“Can't be so dong, Mala? I can't leave Farah, nor can you!”

“Maruk is so male!” my ketus. “Already beware, I want to go to the room!”

I pushed the body of Mas Azril who was in front of me. But, my hand was immediately grabbed by Mas Azril and Mas Azril pulled me into his arms.

“Mal, don't gini. Please ... I can't do this,” whispered. “You have become my candlestick, Mal,” he continued.

I pushed hard on Mas Azril's body. He could have said that. What am I? Just the sex slave?

“Crazy you, Mas!” my growl.

“Iya, I'm crazy, Mal!” erangnya, while reaching my hand again.

“Release!” my peek.

“I won't let you go, Mala! You are my wife, you should also be able to serve me as my wife!”

I stared fiercely at her face, she was so wicked, she wanted my body, to say in front of me, that I had made her addicted. Is it possible that Farah can't give me what I give? Or because he already has children, so it's not good anymore? Then why would he want to be legitimate, and he said he only loved Farah?

Men are never satisfied with one woman! Say no love but just want to enjoy his body! Say no love but addiction to his body?

“What kind of man are you, Mas? You said in front of me, that you don't love me, but you just said, I'm your candle? You mean, you're addicted to something you don't love? It's disgusting of you, Mom! I'm not a comfort woman, Mom! Which just holds your desire. That you can come and go as you please to comfort yourself with my body! I'm a woman with a heart, who loves you completely, and this is not what I want. I don't want to risk my feelings of love again, in this way. I don't want you to touch me before you really love me. Remember, Mas! I'm your wife, not your orgasm! A wife also deserves to be loved, not just made into your lustful ingredients only!” I was in front of Mas Azril.

I shook his hand and left him in the guest room. I knew Farah might be coming in the month, or because Sefi was sick, so Farah rarely gave Mas Azril a bed ration. Moreover, this week they are busy preparing for their wedding. And, I also busied myself, so as not to be too frequent with Mas Azril. This week I slept in the guest room, and I always locked the room. I know every night Mas Azril always turned the door handle to try to enter, but because I was the key, so he could not enter, and Mas Azril also did not knock on the door of the room.

I was wrong, I was selfish, but if I didn't, I would fall into a valley of unrequited love. Sometimes people who express a feeling of love, they just enjoy something like that. Even if they do not love, they can do it, they assume that they will love each other because they are used to it. But not for myself. It's good that Mas Azril did what he wanted to do to me, while he was not in love, and had told me firmly in front of me that he would not be able to love another woman besides Farah.

Let me sin against my husband, but he also wronged me. I'm like this, not because I'm right, I realize I'm wrong to do something like this, torturing my husband. But, how am I doing, if I keep giving everything to my husband, but he won't be able to love me. Is my mind not suffering? Not only my mind, but my mind also hurts. I did this so that Mas Azril would come to his senses, and slowly opened his heart to me. I don't care, want to until this time, the important thing is that I have to be strong to limit myself to Mas Azril.