SECRET WIFE YOUNG MASTER
Gloria's House
Gloria looked far ahead, seeing a wide expanse of yard with dim lights. His eyes occasionally closed and his increasingly strong hands clutching the balcony fence until his nails look white.
As tears slowly fell down her cold cheeks, she missed her parents.
"Dad mother, did you see Gloria from there? Forgive Gloria who hasn't been able to visit you. Gloria's mother's father will soon become a mother. Look, here's your grandchildren. If only you were there, you would be so happy." Gloria stroked her stomach gently. "Dad, tell Gloria is Gloria so despicable that this kid is wrong? Is Gloria like a cheap woman who lost her chastity before marriage? Tell Gloria dad... I want to know.. Hiks hyks."
He remembered every blasphemy that his friends threw every day in the campus. He closed his ears, but not his heart. Who does not hurt to hear dirty words about himself, whether he is so humble.
"Honey.. Don't stand here for too long, the night wind's not good for you." A pair of burly hands hugged Gloria's waist from behind.
"Hmm, I still want to be here." Gloria's voice sounded hoarse.
"You crying? Why?." Shaka flipped over forcibly Gloria's body to face towards him. "Say, did anyone hurt you?." Shaka's hand pulled the woman's chin and raised her head slightly, until it was seen Gloria's brown bead that had been filled with tears.
As for Gloria, the woman answered nothing. But unknowingly, her tiny hands curled around her husband's big body, and she drowned her face in Shaka's chest, silent for a long time until she said, "I miss my mother's father, I miss my home." He hugged her as if he didn't want her to leave him like his parents.
Shaka returned the arms of the woman in front of him, he gulped his bitter saliva hearing Gloria mention the father. "Let's go to your house..." Shut up for a second, "now."
"Can?." Gloria
"Yes, come on."
"But it's night, aren't you angry?."
"No, come on. I'll get you a coat. Then we go to your house, never cry again it's not good for our son."
"Yes, thank you, my husband." Gloria's heart was completely touched.
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Gloria's Home.
Ceklek, Shaka opened the door and he let Gloria in first.
"Eh, all clean. I guess it's gonna be really dirty 'cause I'm staying long enough." Gloria's eyes swept through the room and the furniture in her house, then turned to Shaka "Is all this because of you?."
"I have a couple of waiters come here every 3 days to clean up." Shaka sat himself in the chair, "It's a little uncomfortable, too loud and ugly."
"This wooden chair is of course hard, unlike the foam chair in your home that is soft and comfortable." Gloria pats the chair Shaka occupied. "You send a waiter here every 3 days? Then you gave them the keys, my husband?. " Gloria pressed down on his words, he stared intently at Shaka.
"Yes, of course. I gave it to Aunt Rick and she gave it to another waitress." Shaka crossed his legs.
"And you didn't give the keys to the owner of this house yourself? So he can't get in?" Gloria's eyes grew sharp.
"You didn't even ask for it, so don't blame me." Shaka tilted his head and raised one eyebrow.
Huft.. Gloria sighed, it was true that she did not ask her husband for the keys to the house. "All right."
"Where's your room, let's go to bed soon." Ask Shaka.
"Sleep? We staying here? But there's nothing here, food or anything."
"Why are you smiling like that?." Gloria pulled back her body.
"I told you I'd punish you when you get out without your permission, now's your punishment." Shaka pulls Gloria into his arms.
"But.. But.." Gloria's words were not complete yet but her mouth was fixed by Shaka with her lips seductive, one of the man's hands snuck into Gloria's shirt and stopped right at his favorite crazy mound, making the woman in front of him groan. Gloria's voice increasingly makes Shaka's passion smolder, he then brought Gloria into one of the rooms in the house and then it happened what he wanted.
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"You're not sleeping, baby? Do you want it again." Shaka plays Gloria mountain with his fingers.
"How can I sleep if your hands are like this." Said annoyed and put away Shaka's hand but it returned to its original position.
"Why? Don't you like it? You even groaned loudly when I squeezed it." Shaka still plays his fingers.
"Aaahh stop it." Gloria's face flushed with embarrassment, Shaka was right! Gloria does love the activities Shaka does, but as a woman she is too embarrassed to admit it.
"Look at your face! You'd prefer it this way." Shaka kisses Gloria's neck and descends on the woman's wacky mound.
"My husband, stop this. Don't you have any tired? We just did it twice." Gloria stuttered.
"I'll never be tired."
"Do you have no pity on your child, the doctor says you can't do it often when you're young." Gloria reminds Shaka.
And sure enough, Shaka almost forgot what the doctor said Gloria didn't remind him. "Darling did you hear me? you're okay there, right?." He brought his face closer to Gloria's stomach and spoke to the living things inside.
"He won't hear you, he's only 1 month old."
"I know, I'm not a stupid dad. But there's no harm in getting her to talk, she'll get to know me early." Her warm hand stroked Gloria's stomach, "Your friend, does she bother you often?"
"Who?." Gloria is confused by what Shaka means.
"The woman who bullies you in the toilet." Firm Shaka.
"Oh, Joelly! He doesn't like me, but it doesn't matter I'm used to it."
"Hmm so he's used to bother you?. I'm gonna teach that woman a lesson, how dare she hurt my wife." Shaka clenched his hand.
"Watch your hand, don't be like that if you forget your hands are still on my stomach, you can hurt my little baby." Gloria slowly lowers Shaka's hand from her stomach.
"Ah.. Darling forgive me." Back stroking Gloria's stomach which still looks flat.
"Joelly let me take care of myself, you don't interfere. I don't want her to hate me more, okay, husband?."
"Alright, but if he does anything outrageous I won't forgive him." Shaka kissed Gloria's little lips "We should sleep now."
Finally the couple closed their eyes when the clock on the wall showed at 1 midnight.
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