Passion Love Stepmom
Chapter 23
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In a room with a less lighting atmosphere. Argan sat in his chair with his head bowed full of sadness.
The sound of sobbing sounded pitiful in the empty room. He cried a hiccup feeling the tightness and pain in his heart because of the actions of his son and wife. It was more painful and painful than being stabbed by a sharp knife.
"Why? Why are you doing this Aliza? He's my son and you love my son and make out with him in my own house, in your own husband's house!" Lirih Argan held back furious. Both of his hands clenched tightly and spontaneously one of his hands punched the table in front of him until it cracked.
It was furious to think of his own son who became his wife's affair. Argan doesn't think about all this. It feels so painful for him.
All night. Argan was awake and crying bitterly. He kept thinking about the betrayal of his wife and his son. His heartache increased when Risma always gave words that could affect Argan's mind.
"Already Mas. Why do you think of the traitor. Teach them a lesson and make them regret their actions. If you just let Aliza out of this house, what if she secretly fought you and took Qiandra away to get married again? Do you want to have your ex-wife's daughter-in-law alone?" Risma deliberately made a spark in Argan's heart.
"Then, if I don't divorce Aliza, do I want her here?" Argan answered in confusion.
"Just let him in here. If you just let go. Then they win. They could have married out there. You want that to happen? Moreover, Qiandra must have been affected by Aliza. Otherwise, he wouldn't have fought you last night!" Answer Risma.
"I have a plan!" Risma continued her speech which made Argan look at her with a curious look.
"What?" Ask Argan.
"How about we pretend to have a relationship. We show Aliza what it's like to be beside her when the wedding is still valid. You haven't said the word talaq to him. So you are still legal to be husband and wife. I'm sure, to a lesser extent, Aliza also has feelings as a wife. How's it?" Risma's advice with her sneaky grin.
"No. I don't want to do that!" Reject Argan firmly.
Risma pouted for a moment, then stepped closer to Argan. He just sat on Argan's lap without shame.
With a seductive look, he poked his hand around Argan's neck.
Argan seemed to be silently thinking, but looking at Risma this close, to be honest he felt a little surprised. The way Risma approached him, as if this was no pretending. He felt a little uncomfortable but his chest felt tight wanting something else.
Argan immediately shook his head as his perverted thoughts appeared unexpected. He could be fascinated by Risma.
"Go Risma. I'll think about it later!" Get rid of Argan quickly by pushing Risma's body away.
Argan got up from his seat and left from there. Meanwhile, Risma seemed to smile cunningly staring at the departure of Argan.
"Now we are just pretending. But later, in front of Aliza, I'll show you how Risma works. In fact, that day will be the most beautiful day for us!" He smirked cunningly.
Meanwhile. Argan went to the kitchen. He took the water in the refrigerator. His mind was agitated when he remembered Risma's desire to ask him to avenge Aliza.
Not the retaliation he thought, but Risma's body. I don't know why, and since when did that happen? But, his body had a different reaction.
"What I think. Why am I even thinking about Risma's body?" Mumbled uneasily.
Undeniable. Risma's body does have a body as tall as a Spanish guitar. Just sitting on his lap alone, his heart was already trembling.
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Seriate.
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