Second Wife Young Master Arogan

It Turns out Not the First

 

“Honey .. can you ask him to drive slowly? I'm so scared,” Lana's ink is weak and needs protection in Axton's eyes.

“For a while yes,” he said gently to Lana then dribbled a sharp glance towards Naora who was driving. “Hei! Are you crazy?! Keep the car running. You scared him!” axton jolted in annoyance.

Naora rolled both her eyes out of puffiness. “Do not be noisy, the important thing is we get to the destination safely,” he said, increasing the speed of the car.

“Honey .. I'm really scared.” Lana puts on a super melas face, making Axton feel sorry for her.

“Soiled base,” lady Naora is very slow like the sound of ants being gibbah. Yet it was still caught clearly by Axton's hearing.

“You!”

“Why? Don't you like speeding? I try to please my beloved husband.” In short, turn things around with subtle innuendo. He had even forgotten that just a moment ago he was the one who was terrified because Axton was driving at such a high speed. But the situation is different now. Now he is in control.

“Honey .. My stomach feels nauseous because the car drove too fast,” lana complained.

“Hei! Did you hear?! She feels nauseous because of you!” axton to Naora.

“Iya yes. You guys are such a hassle!” reply Naora because of carelessness.

Axton and Lana's bodies immediately staggered roughly forward as Naora stepped on the brake pedal abruptly. “You're really looking to die apparently!” axton is getting emotional.

Not long after, Naora stopped the wheels of the car right in the spacious courtyard with a magnificent building in plain sight. Slowly, she carried the body still wrapped in the wedding dress down the luxurious iron mount belonging to her husband.

Eyes invited to scan every corner of the luxury house like a palace that stands firmly in front of him, as if welcoming the arrival of the owner. A sense of amazement supports the feet to move quickly. However, one swing of his legs was forced to stop and end in awe as Axton and Lana walked hand in hand pleasantly past him who seemed to be absent.

“What a romantic couple. I became doubtful about my status in this house,” murmured bitterly smiling. Pitying the fate of his wife at the beginning of her marriage.

In his view the expanse of clouds in the sky, put a face pitting between his long breaths. “Yes God, is he really my husband? It's only the first day we got married, but she's been a real bitch. Lord, please conjure my meek heart to be as strong as steel as Ironman.” He turned his gaze towards Axton's back which was about to enter the entrance of the house. “Or give me superpowers like Thor so I can strike it with lightning.”

Naora tipped the high tail of her bride kebaya and again swung her legs towards the residence with a slightly difficult step due to the super tight roped. Plus his fatigue in wearing high heels, making him have to walk more carefully.

“Aahk!”

Brug!

And it seems like luck is still reluctant to side with Naora. Only a few times a foot stepped he had to fall down with very inelegant.

“Hish..! Why am I so fucking today? Ahh! Perih once.” He grimaced in pain from the blisters on his palm.

The beautiful Barbie-bak woman tried to get up. But the bride's super tight roped skirt made her tired to stand. He glanced at Axton who was watching him from the doorway with Lana. Hopefully, her husband was kind enough to help her. Unfortunately, it was nothing more than a dream.

How could Axton suddenly become the benevolent Father of the Elves? Impossible. Can be proved now. Instead of helping him, Axton smirked cynically. As if Naora's suffering was her satisfaction.

“Honey, why are you acting like that?” Lana scolds Axton. “I'll be there to help him.”

Axton dispels Lana's intentions by embracing her possessive shoulder. “You must not dirty your hands by touching his body. He is not a baby who cannot stand alone. Leave him alone,” said Axton.

“But Honey ...”

“Ssttt..! Don't struggle. You're too good to be his helper. If he can't stand up, he can still crawl or suck. We're in now.” No one wanted to defend Naora, half forcing her to herd Lana into the house.

Axton's words that seemed as good as his euphemism made Naora repeatedly grumble because of annoyance. “I really want to curse him to be an ugly frog!”

“Yes God ... Miss are you okay? Let me help you.”

Naora's attention was shifted instantly as a soft-spoken and motherly woman approached. Carefully the woman helped him to his feet. He even slashed the dirt attached to Naora's wedding dress.

“What number is injured?”

One warm feeling spread gently in Naora's heart because of the middle-aged woman's attention. The sour mimic instantly evaporated. Both corners of the lips are pulled upwards to create a smile that reviews sweet. Displays a pair of dimples on both cheeks. Adding to the innate beauty charm of her birth.

“I'm fine and there's nothing to worry about Madam,” replied Naora smiling kindly.

“Don't call me that Miss. Call me Bi Milah. I'm the one who nurtured Young Master Axton from small.”

“Good Bi Milah.”

“Sorry for Young Master's actions yes. Do not be too put in the heart for his unpleasant attitude. But believe me, actually he is a good and loving child,” said Milah.

Naora smiled wryly. To him, the words of Milah about Axton really tickle the ears. “What Bi Milah joking about? He's kind and loving? Sorry, it took me a lot of hard work to believe it. All I know is, he's some kind of cold-blooded creature that sucks.”

Milah giggles. Just this time he met a woman who unhesitatingly expressed her frustration about Axton. For 28 years he lived with the Young Master who had been considered like his own son, there was not a single person who dared to call Axton that way.

“Nona, preferably ...,” the words of Milah pause because Naora interrupts.

“Naora Bi, call my name only,” pinta Naora.

Come back to smile. “Alright Miss Naora ...,” once again says Mila trimmed.

“Naora only Bi, no need to use frills said ‘Nona’.”

“But Bi.” Naora pulled her snug skirt to the knee, then took off the high heels that wrapped her legs and tore her up. “Well! I think this is better.”

Mila snorted amusedly at Naora's attitude that was impressed as it was. She is very different from Miss Lana. Naora more has an aura that is easy to love, her mind admires.

In the living room, Naora sat on the sofa opposite the table opposite Axton and certainly also did not miss the figure of Lana who always sagged on Axton's stocky arms as if affirming that the man was hers. Like a child who does not willingly share his favorite candy with his friend, such is the impression that Lana shows behind his soft face.

“I'm married.” Axton began to open the conversation in a flat voice but seemed cold. Even the hue of hatred was so clearly on his face.

“Iya, I know that. You just married me, didn't you?” reply Naora. Honestly, he really did not like the view presented at this time. How can Axton be friendly with other women right in front of his eyes. She felt her pride as a wife being crushed without feeling.

“Not you I meant, but he,” argued Axton. Her hands were coiling up possessively on Lana's shoulders. “For you, I have to have a marriage that I hate to marry someone like you. You are nothing more than a third person who became a thorn in our marriage.”

Naora is surprised instead of playing with the reality she just received from Axton's lips. From the beginning he did not know that Axton already had a wife. Various feelings instantly rumbled violently within the chest. It's just that, as much as possible he trim that feeling by staying calm and firm.

“If you hate her, why still agree to this marriage? You should have rejected it from the beginning.”

Axton clucked cynically. “You are stupid or pretending to be stupid? Daddy forced me to marry you because as a form of repayment to your dead parents.”

“Be careful when talking about both my parents!” naora's toilet is starting to provoke emotions. But he rearranges his feelings. “Daddy Edrich found out about your wife?”

“He won't know, unless you dismantle him.” Axton's words successfully invited a face-to-face mimic full of questions on Naora's face. “So you better watch your mouth if you don't want me to tear it up with my own hands.” An ultimatum was sliced firmly and repressed from his pair of lips.

“Honey, don't talk too harshly with him. She's your wife anyway,” Lana's pinta. Gently rubbing Axton's arm, even his voice sounded so soothing to the cold-talking man.

For a moment, Axton gave a warm, loving look to Lana. “My wife is only you Lana, nothing else.” He continued to draw a cynical look at Naora who was still looking strong with his face constantly raised, returning Axton's cynical gaze as usual.

“If it wasn't for Lana asking for it, I couldn't possibly let you stay together in our palace.”

Naora smiled blandly. I want him to laugh, unfortunately there is nothing funny to laugh about. “You are amazing. Should I thank your wife for her kindness?”

“I didn't mean it like that Naora,” interrupted Lana feeling bad.

“Lana, she should be thanking you for accepting her presence in our home,” Axton said.

Naora clucked in annoyance. “Yang is right. You should have apologized to me for deceiving me.”

“And it won't happen,” Axton said.

“Then divorce me.” There was no doubt when Naora said the word divorce.

“Before you ask for it, I did intend to divorce you.”

“Ya already, divorce me now.”

“We won't get divorced anytime soon. And for when it's time, I'll decide.”

“You're selfish.”

“Stupid! There's still a Daddy's good name to look after. Aren't you thinking about how she feels if we get divorced so soon? Think about his health too.”

Naora fell silent. This time he confirmed the words Axton. Why did he not think about it. How could he make his adoptive father bear the shame because of him. If that were to happen, she would truly be a selfless and clueless foster daughter.

Axton takes one foothold to bring his gallant body to his feet, as does Lana. “And one thing I have to emphasize. Don't expect the presence of love in this fucking marriage. Until anytime, it won't happen,” he said.

“And don't blame me if one day you have to lick the saliva you've been spouting for being fascinated and falling in love with me,” said Naora with a towering confidence through the blessings of the angels.

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Director General: Thor, grant Naora prayers, give her superpowers like Ironman and Thor.

Thor: He'd.

Director: Thanks Thor.

Thor: Eeus! Pay first.

Signed: Matre base.

Thor: biarin🤪