Second Wife Young Master Arogan

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"Abhhk ...!"

Naora screamed as the wooden beams of the thug shot rapidly towards her as a target. Reflex both hands crossed over the head, as a form of self-protection from the opponent's attack. The heart is ready with the situation. However, the mind does not stop complaining to God. He was very hopeful for safety.

Brak!

"Axton!" The woman was very surprised when the husband's gallant body stood firmly in front of her, making a shield for herself from the thug's attack.

However, Naora could not help herself just like that. He saw with his own eyes that the block of wood landed right in the hands of the husband. That guy must be hurt right now.

Brak!

One wooden strike beam back floated. This time, Axton won again. The thug bounced in one kick. The man hurriedly carried Naora into his dear embrace. Until the woman was a little calmer.

"Damn!" sumpat Axton when 2 other thugs who previously successfully he paralysed back up and was about to attack him.

"Hey! What are you guys doing?!"

The thugs were immediately shocked when a group of people who were thought to be residents around the area caught their crime. Feeling outnumbered, they immediately ran down the ridge to the car and fled.

"Woi! Whoi! Whoi! Play run away! Big body but little guts like a lizard e'ek! His face was a sad but dare to play crackling like a mother-and-mom again oil scramble! huuuu!" damprat a slightly midget citizen who felt annoyed.

While another resident appeared to come to Axton and Naora, ascertaining their situation. "Are you guys okay? What exactly just happened?" ask her with compassion.

"I don't know where those thugs came from. Suddenly they came against our car and attacked" Axton's loyal companion drowned Naora in his arms.

"Sir Imam, we'd better take them home first. It's getting late. The rain is also very heavy. I see their vehicles are also damaged." A young man named Rudi came to give advice.

For a moment the Priest noticed the appearance of Axton and Naora who were already drenched and seemed to shiver from the cold. Then he went back to the. "Young people, you should come with us first to take shelter. Our house is not far from here."

The couple seemed to throw one another a glance as if they were considering. Until a light nod becomes a response from the answer.

"All right," Axton replied.

"Thank you, sir. Sorry for the hassle" added Naora who tried to be more friendly to cover up Axton's cold attitude.

The priest reviews a thin smile and leads Axton and Naora to a pick-up car whose back is already loaded with humans. For a moment, Axton wondered, where did they come from with such a vehicle?

"Come, Neng. You sit in front of your brother. The man just leave it behind." Udin guided Naora's body to enter and sat on the bench next to the driver, of course with him as well.

Axton suddenly put on a super sour face and then brushed the hand of the Udin off Naora's shoulder. He really doesn't like it when other men touch his woman. Moreover, seeing the attitude of the man with a little midget who seemed flirtatious to the wife, made him hot.

"Don't touch my wife, don't touch her" Axton's press was cold.

"I just want to tell this beautiful Neng to go inside immediately, Om. His nengnya already cold, need a drag." Udin looked relaxed.

He even went back to talking to Naora. "Come, Neng. Enter aja. Tame brother. No nibbling bite. But if, Neng asks to be bitten, ayuk ah! Brother is even a smirk." The Udin became.

Naora smiled blandly. Honestly, he felt uncomfortable because the attitude of udin was past the bars. At first glance glimpsed handsome Axton who already looks like slapping, then respond to the babble of the half midget man patiently.

"I'll be with my husband in the back, sir. Thank you" said Naora.

"Neng must be afraid of being scolded by this Om huh?" chirping Udin returned as if he was unrelenting let alone afraid. "There's Bang Udin here, he won't dare to get angry."

Naora was instantly dumbfounded. Axton is still angry.

This wrinkled midget should be wiped off the face of the earth. It destroys human populations only.

Inner Axton growled in annoyance.

"Sir Udin, don't take them too long to talk. They were cold, " said the priest who looked fatigued by the behavior of the man who was not young.

Plaque!

The head of the Udin was swept forward when one of the citizens of his age rewarded him with a patch.

"Lu calls it Din. Udah bangkotan lu ah, still good if there is a clear-clear. Pakek-style call 'om-om' everything. Remember ... your age is smelly soil too!" spray the Tupik.

"Here you follow me in the back. They're in front." Tupik dragged the angry Udin who seemed to mind leaving Naora.

Soon, Axton and Naora were at the Imam's residence. Their arrival was welcomed by the host's wife and children. They were also given a change of clothes so as not to be too long cold because they were soaked.

People seemed to talk lightly while eating warm drinks and snacks. The night is getting late, it is time for guests to rest. Given that there were no empty rooms in his house, the Imam and his wife took Axton and Naora to a separate building about 50 meters from their residence.

"You can spend the night here. This house even though it has not been occupied for a long time but my wife always cleans it every day" said Imam.

"May you be comfortable staying here. Oya, the medicine Mother put on the nightstand yes," added Arsih, wife of Imam.

Do not want long, Imam and Arsih permission to leave from there. Until it leaves only a pair of human children.

"What's the matter, Naora?" axton asked, noticing his sudden gray-clad female mimic.

Not intending to answer directly, the woman took the wound medicine from the top of the nightstand and sat on the lip of the bed. "I'll treat your wounds" he said, looking uninspired.

Axton dropped his body next to Naora. The hand was brought landing onto his white cheek. A question mark also adorns the face.

"What's wrong? Hm? Why do you suddenly look sad?" Axton asked in a soft tone.

Again not immediately answered, Naora instead focused on treating Axton's hand that was injured by the thug's punch earlier. Seeing the wounds of the husband stimulates feelings of pain. To push the clear liquid from a pair of heart windows.

Stunned, Axton was made to wonder. He immediately severed Naora's focus from her wound. Covered by the beautiful face of the woman, followed by a stern look without blemish. A pair of thumbs directly play a role in wiping his cheeks moistened with tears.

"What exactly are you doing, Naora? Are you sick? Don't shut up if I ask. This attitude of yours is making me anxious."

"I'm sad, Axton." Naora started sobbing in one sentence.

"Why? What's up?"

"In order to protect me, you get hurt again. Your old wounds have not healed. Now you've got a new wound." The woman was sobbing along with feelings of guilt.

"So because of my injuries are you sad?"

Naora nodded weakly in response.

Axton backs up a smile on his lips while deepening.

At times like this, she looks so adorable. He could cry over a small wound like this.

"I'm fine, Naora. This little wound won't kill me."

"Why did you do that, Axton? You should have just let that thug hit me.

"How can I let the woman I love get hurt."

Naora stared into the man's gray bead. He saw honesty there. "Axton ...," he wrote.

"For God's sake, I love you, Naora." Axton reassures Naora of her feelings.

The feeling of having to meet desire in the chest. The woman moved from the lip of the bed and then moved into the lap of the man. Axton's neck began to be adorned by the necklace of his hands.

"Thank you" said Naora.

"For what?" ask Axton.

"Because he protected me and loved me."

"It's my duty, dear." The man gave a sweet kiss on Naora's chin.

Outside the house, the impact of thousands of sky water seemed to form a melodious flow of stairs tone. The atmosphere was so supportive that the pair of Adam and Eve began to drift into the feeling of being bored.

Touch and caresses, kisses and sips occur alternately. The sound of rain spatter on the precarious and lip game as if accompanying each other.

"Nurora ...." A pair of Netra Axton's already foggy passion. "Can?" his question is meaningful.

"What?" Naora had asked back in between the power of her desire that was about to explode.

Hands were invited to slip behind the cloth and knead a pair of crazy objects there. "I want to."

"Hmm .. ahh .. close the door first, Axton."

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