QUEENA (Your Wife Is My Prisoner)

BE TIRED

Queena terbangun dengan rasa nyeri di sekujur tubuhnya. Wanita itu juga merasakan kepalanya yang berdebum serta pandangannya yang masoh sedikit kabur. Queena mencoba untuk mengangkat kepalanya dan mengedarkan pandangan ke sekeliling, demi memastikan saja ia tidur dimana sekarang.

"Ooooh!" Erang Queena as her head felt even more pain just because the woman lifted it up a little.

Queena blinked for a moment and felt unfamiliar with this room. Could Queena still be in SkyLeyland Tower?

Where is Brachon?

That man is invisible in any corner of this room!

"Just be wild! Who cares really?" Queena muttered at last while returning to lay her head on the pillow. Queena groped the blanket around her, then pulled the bebda to cover her body which was still full naked. The blowing of air conditioning really made the feathers of Queena immediately stand up.

Queena had just closed her eyes for a few minutes, as the call by the bed suddenly rang. Of course it was immediately .make Queena teelonjak shocked and do not stop cursing.

Plus, Queena, who has been living for months without a phone and other communication tools, suddenly feels foreign to the object that is still ringing.

But even though she was a little lazy, Queena finally kept her up.

"Queen!" Brachon's voice came from the other end of the phone.

"You're disturbing my sleep, Brach!" Omel Queena rested his head on the pillow. Queena's head still hurts. Queena might need a headache cure now. And other painkillers because the lower part of the body Queena also feels pain and sore.

I don't know what kind of game Queena and Brachon played last night.

"There will be a waiter who will deliver your breakfast. So put your shirt on"

"What if I don't wear clothes when a waiter comes to deliver breakfast?" Queena cut Brachon's sentence boldly.

Now Queena will change to make Brachon upset.

"You don't need breakfast then!"

Queena could catch the annoyed growl of Brachon's tone.

"Yes! In order for me to die faster too and the shelf needs to be your toy!" Timpal Queena before then the woman hung up from Brachon.

The phone rang again not long ago.

"Whisper!" Queena grumbled at last unplugging the cable behind the phone. Queena further spread her head, and again closed her eyes, with a prone position.

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"Mama!"

"Hi, Barley! Mama bought Barley's favorite milk!" Queena pointed to one shopping bag full of UHT milk Barley's favorite chocolate flavor.

"Yeah! Yeay!" Barley immediately cheered happily and was about to reach for the shopping bag carried by Queena. But Queena even slightly teased his son and did not give it directly.

"Mama!" Whine Barley spoiled.

"Kiss mama's cheek first!" Queena had already knelt down and thrust her cheek at Barley.

"Yetoo!" Barley quickly kissed Queena's right cheek.

"One more!" Queena instead thrust her left cheek.

"Mmuuahah! Mmmmaha!"

"Udah!" Report Barley slightly scowled.

"Where's the crime?" Tag Barley again.

"It!" Queena gave Barley a box of milk.

"Cock just one?" Barley protested.

"The others do it later!" Queena pinched Barley's gaunt cheek, as suddenly a kiss landed on Queena's cheek.

"Yahoooooo!" Queena jumped up and immediately found Bagus who was smiling sweetly towards her.

"Papa wants milk too, Ma!" Nice whining acting like Barley. It's good to have also gripped Queena spoiled.

"What milk?" Queena asked pretending not to understand.

"Mama's milk," replied Good as her hands moved mischievously and had already brin*s Queena's chest.

"Ck! What, the hell, Mas!" Queena reflexes elbowing the husband's stomach.

"I didn't get rations last night" whispered Good in Queena's ear.

"Wrong yourself, getting pissed off and sleeping!" Omel Queena immediately blamed Bagus.

"Can't be tired!" Good Saying reasoned.

"I'm asking for rations now can mean-" Good suddenly had already overstretched Queena's body which somehow the story was already in a recumbent position on the floor.

"Now?" Queena frowned and felt that something was wrong with Nice face because suddenly Queena's husband's face became blurred like a monitor screen that was almost broken.

"Now, Queen!"

Queena jumped when she heard Brachon's voice, then saw Brachon's face as well which turned out to be on it. Queena's eyes immediately widened and the woman broke down, when she finally realized that her hands were being held and locked by Brachon.

"Your dream is beautiful?" Brachon asked with a sweet look that actually made Queena feel fed up. Queena feels like he wants to get angry and explode, but everything is also useless because in the end, Brachon still will win and make Queena can not dwell.

"Your dream is beautiful, Queen?" Brachon repeats his unanswered question by Queena.

"Tell me then!" Brachon's word as he briefly kissed Queena's lips.

Queena had no idea how long she had been asleep after closing the phone from Brachon. Queena felt she had just closed her eyes for a few minutes, then had a dream to chat with Barley.

Barley....

"Why silence? You don't want a story?" Brachon was already staring unhappily at Queena.

"I...."

"I just dreamed of meeting Barley" Queena replied, finally opening the story to Brachon.

"You miss Barley?" Ask Brachon again.

"Yes! But I'm still in agreement with you for six months"

"Or maybe it could be more." Brachon cuts Queena's line that makes the woman turn.

"But you promised me it was only six months, Brach! You said you wouldn't break your promise!" Queena shouted furiously at Brachon.

"I suddenly changed my mind."

"And I'm a little obsessed with lips." Brachon mel*mat again Queena's lips.

"And your body these days!" Brachon who has now changed rubbed Queena's face, then down to the woman's neck and chest.

"So you'll never let me go?" Queena asked with a look of despair.

"Depends!"

"If I get bored of you later, I'll let you go" Brachon replied lightly.

"Or take my life," said Queena, grieving.

"It can be like that too!" Brachon chuckled as if the man was making fun of Queena right now.

Queena spoke no more words and the woman stared intently at Brachon.

"What's up, little wolf? Rebellion again? Wanna mad? Wanna rampage?" Cecar Brachon remained with a mocking look. But Queena did not answer a single word. The woman is now silent.

Yes, Queena is tired of rebelling against Brachon, because even today, as if there is no glimmer of hope for Queena can escape from the clutches of this psychopathic man.

"Why just shut up, Queen? You want to make me angry on purpose?" Brachon began to stare unhappily at Queena who remained silent.

"My answer!" Brachon gripped the rough lips of Queena who still did not want to open the voice.

"Take me, Queen!" Jerking Brachon emotion.

"Oh, you want me to do something to Barley?" Threaten Brachon afterlife while grabbing his phone from the top of the nightstand. Queena suddenly widened her eyes.

"Now you won't open your voice?" Brachon started contacting someone.

"Hello-"

"Stop!" Queena jerked Brachon's phone straight away until it was thrown on the floor.

"Open the sound at last!" Brachon screeched and rubbed the rough lips of Queena.

"Remember your promise to serve me wholeheartedly"

"That only applies, if you want to let me go after six months!" Sergeah Queena cut.

"You're the one who didn't keep your promise, Ley! So it's not my fault if I don't keep my promise either!" Firmly Queena again with a bold tone.

"You're the first one who didn't keep your word!"

"You've never served me wholeheartedly and you've always been in constant contact with me!" Brachon blamed Queena.

"Didn't you like the little wolf that's fighting?" Queena looking for an excuse.

"I'd rather be a submissive Queen!" Brachon said in a firm tone.

"I'll be a submissive Queen" promised Queena once again.

"You've said it a thousand times, but you've never kept it!" Decih Brachon doesn't believe it. The man had already risen from the top of Queena, then tidied up his shirt for a moment, before finally walking towards the door of the room.

"I'll keep my word, Brach! Let me go see Barley!" Queena cried frustratedly at Brachon who was already holding the doorknob of the room. Brachon paused for a moment, then turned to Queena.

"Please!" Queena begged.

"Eat your breakfast and get dressed! Vincent will pick you up in thirty minutes!" Brachon said with a cold facial expression, before the man actually came out and left the Queen.

"You son of a bitch, Brachon!" Maki Queena was upset at the door of the room that was tightly closed.

Sirna was hoping Queena now, to be able to meet and re-assemble with Barley and Mas Bagus. Better Queena just die!

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