Second Wife Young Master Arogan

Stories of the Past

The sound of footsteps came along all the way to the park. Naora seemed reluctant to waste the opportunity. Until the swing of his legs slowed down and stopped when a figure who had been filling his cranium all day was in front.

"Axton," called Naora with a slight gasp of breath.

The soft sound that poured out into the sense of hearing instantly diverted Axton's attention from the lotus pond in front of him. The man then twisted the body, until Naora's figure filled the eye space. He looked at the woman's appearance carefully. And at the same time protests appeared in his handsome face.

As if not willing if the cold night air touched Naora's soft skin, Axton took off his thick coat and put it on a small body that was only wrapped in thin night clothes.

"Don't go out at night dressed like that. Go back to the room, it's cold."

His tone sounded cold, three dollars with his face. But not with his heart. Believe me, Axton just hasn't been so smart to express all his feelings. Especially in front of Naora. Even today a sour and arrogant face is still clearly visible in between his attention.

"Wait, Axton." Naora pulls the big hand of the man who intends to leave the park.

Sure enough, only a few seconds Naora could meet face to face with Axton after a day of waiting for him with anxious feelings, but the man actually intended to immediately end the interaction. His attitude seemed to avoid.

"What's wrong?" axton asked, slightly turning his body towards Naora.

"You want to run away again?"

Secretly the inner handsome man was flabbergasted in disbelief. Naora could read his head. After the incident last night, Axton seemed to have no more face to face with the woman. The sense of insecure also rests on the chest. However, he was unable to avoid that all forms of female attention created a warm sensation on the wall of the soul.

Axton only returned a glimpse of Naora's gaze and chose the lotus pond in front of him as an eye-catching object. "It's not like that."

"Continue?" Oral questions that slide from the tip of Naora's tongue seem to urge Axton to immediately give an explanation.

"I just want to calm down, Naora," said the man.

"Look at me when you're talking, Axton." The woman seemed to throw back the usual sentence the man made a weapon to urge him to talk all this time.

From the lotus pond, Axton turned his gaze towards Naora, returning a gaze laden with obvious attention to whom. Who else if not for an Axton Sander who secretly keeps a sad side of him. And it's been going on for a long time.

"What do you want, Naora?"

"Are you okay now?"

Instead of answering directly, Naora asked back and made Axton frown. She acts like that does not mean she is not tormented by her curiosity about her husband's past which is considered important. It's just .. making sure the condition of Axton's feelings is also no less important.

"As you can see now," Axton replied as necessary.

Axton lowered Naora's grip from her hand, intending to leave immediately from where she stood. But, again Naora banished her legs that had moved.

"Let me know everything about you, Axton. Including about your past."

"I don't think it's necessary."

"I need to know."

"That's not important, Naora."

"It really matters to me."

"You're not gonna like to hear it."

Naora got closer and stood right in front of Axton. He looked at the handsome face of the man with a gaze full of earnestness. "You're too bad to think of me, Axton."

Axton sighed. Why could he forget that his second wife had a tenacity that could not be easily cut.

"Why are you so stubborn, Naora?"

"Because for now, stubbornness is necessary."

"It turns out you like to force it too."

"Are we not the same?"

Finally, Axton chose to give up along with a long breath. He took off his eye link with Naora and looked straight at the lotus pond.

"You can come to hate me after hearing the story of my dark times."

"If I wanted to, I would have hated you a long time ago." Axton was immediately stunned, aware that all his rude attitude to Naora had deserved hatred from the woman.

"Axton, I'd be exhausted if I stood here too long. You wanna see this?" Naora pointed at the red spots on her hands. "Here the mosquitoes are also ferocious. I could bleed out later. So how long are you gonna make me wait for you to tell a story?"

The man went back to breathing deeply. It was not easy for him to reveal the story of his past that was far from happy. It takes strong horses to mentally not go back to war.

However, for some reason ... saw Naora's face that looked tormented by curiosity made him not have the heart. In addition ... the expression of the woman while speaking looks adorable in the eyes. So .. where can he say 'no' to his request.

"Ult .. when I was 7 years old, I killed my real mother with my own two hands."

21 years ago ...

The sound waves of sobs spread flat throughout the room. A little boy curled up in the corner of the bed with a trembling body. The wet netra frame looked at the face of the woman in front of him with a pushy look. Several times he rubbed the pain on his arm due to bruises.

"Mommy, Axton promised never to argue again." He cupped both hands in front of his plain face while pleading.

"I told you not to get too close to that woman! But you're so wayward!"

Plaque!

Plaque!

Plaque!

"Apa! Ahhh! Forgive Mom. Sick Mom!" Little Axton continued to complain of pain. He was waiting, expecting a glimmer of mercy from Mommy, but she was blind and deaf.

Rosmala, the woman called 'Mommy' by those tiny lips whipped the already frail little body mercilessly. "It's your punishment so you don't repeat your mistakes again! You're making me mad, boy!"

Srek ...!

Bruk!

"Mh ...!" Little Axton squealed in pain as Rosmala pulled her body from the bed until she fell to the floor.

"Ahk! Sick Mommy!" He tried to pull his wrist under the power of the foot of Rosmala, but again his small body was not warted.

"Be aware that you will complain to your father when you return from England! And don't complain to your nanny if I don't want to go back!" threaten the woman with a fierce face, making the little boy more frightened. Plus the wood that is always lifted and at any time ready to whip it back to make the guts shrink.

Rosmala throws the wood of her whip violently. Stared at Axton's plain face with a look of hateful eyes before twisting his limbs and intending to leave.

"Why doesn't Mommy love me?! Axton wants to be loved, too, Mom. All this time, why is Bi Areum always so kind and loving to me?"

Out of nowhere his courage appeared, Axton threw a protest at once unkempt that had been stored in the head. He even dared to call the name of his nanny as a benchmark comparison of affection received.

During this time, Areum was the one who always treated Axton with abundant affection other than the Daddy. Until the closeness between them is like a pair of mothers and children.

However, Rosmala actually hates seeing their closeness. And when Edrich was not home, he would vent his anger by torturing the boy.

Smirking cynically, Rosmala again turned his heels, approached Axton and then took a crouching position in front of him. "You should be mad at your nanny. Because he's the main reason I hate you."

"But why, Mom? Bi Areum is very good. She loved me, unlike Mommy," her protest was again accompanied by tears that seemed reluctant to subside.

"Shut up!" rosmala's jolt, making Axton terkat terjak fear. "How dare you praise that woman in front of me!"

"Mom .. what should Axton do to make Mommy no longer hate me?" he still has a little courage in his words. Although, a pair of plain netra still spills clear circles.

Rosmala did not answer. He moved from a crouching position, then walked towards the window. He again grinned evilly when he saw the figure of Areum seen out there.

"You want me to not hate you?" rosmala asked meaningfully. His gaze was not even separated from the figure of a woman who was always considered a thorn in her household.

"Yes, Mom."

"Then you have to do something for me."

The woman pulls Axton's small body and drags him out with a plan in his brain.

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Flash back about Axton's past continue tomorrow yes .. here already at 12 pm. Eyes are sticky because nguuuantooook bang🥱🥱

And if anyone asks when Axton and Naora split the duren? After finishing with the flash back. The Author also has to be mentally ready if you want to work on part +21.

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