Not the Hope Husband

Pass the time

Bambang sat back down and ignored Soraya's attitude and his eyes stared intently at him.

Now the atmosphere was so serious, Soraya became angry and nervous he followed hard with what he had to say to chimed in Bambang speech later.

"Make what the hell? this guy should come all? make it complicated."

"Look, Mom. Sir, I came here because I heard what happened to Soraya. Daughter of Father and Mother, it was I who made her what she is today."

"Lying, that's a lie, ma'am. Sir, she's too obsessed with me to be her lover. Don't believe this man's word, ma'am, sir." Pinta Soraya whose face began to pale.

"Shut up!" snapped the father at Soraya. "What do you mean? try to explain in more detail." Shift your eyes at Bambang.

Bambang looked down deeply and felt ashamed instead of playing. In front of Soraya's parents who are now staring intently at him as if they want to pounce on his victims. "I-I mean .. I was the man who desecrated your daughter and made her pregnant and obviously that was my son."

"Fuck you, you're rude. Turns out you're the one who smeared my face, a man's base, no morals, a child destroyer." Bugh's breaking the table. Then try to attack Bambang.

But in the barrier Bu Siti, so that her husband does not act brutally which will only create an atmosphere added runyam. "Already, Sir. Already, it won't solve the problem this way."

Bambang can only surrender or accept all his mistakes. While Soraya was embarrassed and kept shaking her head in disavow the words of Bambang. "Th-that's not right."

Soraya wanted to continue her words, but the nausea attacked her and immediately ran to the bathroom that was in her room.

"What did you say is true?" lirih Bu Siti's. He wanted to investigate well without anger.

Bambang nodded. "Yes, Mom. I have done it but somehow Soraya did not want to admit that it was my seed, just claimed it was someone else's seed. I'm willing to take responsibility." While staying down.

The heart of Siti's mom. Unable to speak, his body softened. Didn't expect that his daughter would experience like this, unable to get her tears flowing down her cheeks that were no longer tight.

The atmosphere of the house is quiet! no sound and only the sound of breathing adorn this silence.

Oek oek oek. Soraya pulled out all of her stomach. Taste bitter on the tongue.

After washing his mouth, Soraya returned to the living room to meet Bambang who was with his mother's father.

"I don't want to marry her." Sent Soraya, while staring sharply and leaving the waist.

"Be quiet, enough of your lies are Kingdom!" the father did not lose fiercely to Soraya. "You've done us enough to be ashamed. Moreover, I was embarrassed by Fatir who you accuse of making you pregnant, you may accuse him of impregnating you Raya. I am ashamed! where is this face? where's where?" pointed at his face.

"Yes-yes ... in advance, where are you going? time is moved to the buttocks, is not possible," said the Kingdom without expression.

"Raya! don't be so polite with parents." Snapped the mother.

"My decision is unanimous, if you should marry Bambang. Because he who should be responsible is not Fatir, you must make your father ashamed of Fatir and family. You really don't respect me as your father." Hardik the father.

"But Sir? i-i"

"There's no but-but. Pokonya you have to marry in the near future with Bambang, no more objections and with a very heavy heart I have to apologize to Fatir who has been in the name of good."

Soraya. His heart was completely rejected the wedding that would be held. Especially the groom who is not in the heart.

Ms. Siti let out a long breath. Unexpectedly the only daughter must experience sudden marriage even though it has been dreamed of a long time a lively and full of preparation.

"Heard ya? even if we get married don't expect me to acknowledge you as my husband" Soraya said as she walked away.

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On the balcony of the apartment. Middle stood a man who was hugged from behind by his wife so friendly and put his cheek on the shoulder of the husband who also hugged his hand and occasionally kissed warmly.

"Darling, I'm going out of town tomorrow in about three or four days-"

"Suddenly kok?" Fatir turned his body to face his wife.

"Ndak suddenly. It's been planned far day anyway .. just I just had time to say it." Viona still wrapped her hands around Fatir's waist.

"What's important is to say!" viona Sahut.

"If ... don't I allow it?" ask Fatir.

"Em .. ndakn't be allowed, you're definitely allowed-"

"If I don't allow it?" repeat Fatir by swiping Viona's cheek with the back of her hand.

"Sir, can .. I have to go because it's important. If you want to come with me," softly Viona looked at the eyeballs of the husband who was so attached to look at her.

"I have to sell baby, if I don't sell later there's no monthly money, oya sorry? the monthly money has not been able to give more let alone make up or to my wife's salon." Fatir's gaze turned soft. Feeling sad when he remembers he still can not make Viona happy, his wife.

Viona buried her face under her husband's neck and closed their bodies with a very friendly hug. "I'm happy enough, you're responsible for me. And I can still find the addition, besides the money is enough for us everyday here and make electricity. The important thing is I'm not wasteful in using it."

"I-I didn't say that, baby, I'm just sad I can't get enough of you." Cup! dyed Viona's head and stroked her hair.

"I don't mean to offend you either. I just want to be a good wife managing finances like Oma said." Viona looked up at the husband's face.

Both of Fatir's eyes also moved back to the wife's gaze. "You are good at managing finances, the proof is that your company is increasing rapidly. I'm proud of my wife." Again landed a warm kiss on Viona's forehead.

"Em .. You want it. Work at my company? and I'll put you in the field if you can." Viona Fresh.

"Me, I can't work Vi's office, which I can just hold my centong and bowl. Ndak can be another," replied Fatir while mesem.

"You can actually get a computer. Why not develop?"

"Yes, because what I want to develop is. Just selling and selling. I want to succeed in my own field. If I work in an office and it's clearly your interference, I don't want that. Let me walk alone," Fatir said as he looked up at the sky and the twinkling stars.

Viona fell silent. Salute with the principle of Fatir the seller of chicken noodles so her husband, maybe he does not want to succeed in the shadow of his wife.

"okay." Viona again hugged Fatir from behind and placed her cheek on her husband's back.

"Why?" ask Fatir who he replied with a sash.

Fatir turned his body back. "Yes, it's night. Yu in? dong can spend some time! tomorrow we won't see you for a while."

Viona nodded and held Fatir's hand in a friendly manner. They both walked in and went straight to the room. Viona Mambawa steps her to the wardrobe to take a nightgown and she accidentally wears a rather thick lingerie but still exposes a low cleavage.

Fatir was already wearing pajamas and lying on his side against the wall.

"Ah ... Why face it? here dong, don't want ah, sleep face here!" pinta Viona with a spoiled tone shook Fatir's shoulder who deliberately gripped Viona.

"No need ah, afraid of being tempted!" while mesem and cross hands on the chest.

"Iih .. Yeah, I'll just change my pajamas." Viona came down and almost climbed on the floor but Fatir's hand quickly hugged Viona's body. Fatir's hug fit to the top belongs to Viona who deliberately did not use her guard cloth. Makes Viona close her eyes due to the groggy pain and bite her lower lip.

Fatir's burly hands pulled Viona's body into the middle of the bed and then allowed her legs to hang down. The legs are level and smooth making those who see tempted to feel, as well as Fatir who lies beside him. No doubt gently felt Viona's feet from bottom to top.

"What a hell .. ticklish to know." Viona's hand removed Fatir's hand from her upper leg.

Fatir shows a sly grin pulling a blanket to cover the bodies of the two. Then with his mischievous hand continued the delayed guerrilla mission everywhere. The victim was even preoccupied and hugged the suspect's shoulders, as the hands were dancing below. Slowly but surely above, Fatir buried his lips. On the sexy lips of the red wife blushing and gulping sweetness.

Fatir devoured every part of Viona's thin chewy object, which had always been an opium for Fatir and now he had stopped smoking making his life healthier, his mouth was fragrant without the shadow of nicotine again.

Once satisfied at the top, Now Fatir's face dropped to the neck giving a small kiss in his niche. Up again to the cheeks, forehead. Ends on the lips again, in the heart arises curious when his hands play on the beautiful hill of Viona. Immediately it comes down and m***** it's strong-strong. So that the master screamed amusedly and grabbed Fatir's hair and more and more drowned his face there as if asking for it continue and continue ....

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