Take Off Yourself

Sleep Medicine

"Jo, jam 2 will gather all the palm oil workers. Something I told you". Hanafi's orders, by phone.

Yasmin, had eavesdropped on her husband's conversation. There was a small smile, rising at the corner of his lips.

"Yasmin, make me coffee". Pinta Hanafi, in the living room.

"Yes,mas. Hold on, I'll make it". Answer Yasmin, in the kitchen. She, put sleeping pills in her husband's coffee. "Feel you, mas. Me, do your work. This as a result, has made my waist hurt serving last night". Yasmin muttered, smiling as she stirred her black coffee.

Yasmin, put the coffee on the table. Can't wait to see what happens, she smiled.

"Where are you going, you?". Hanafi asked, watching his wife walk out the door.

"Kepo". Yasmin replied, leaving her husband.

"Ck, suck". Hanafi murmured, sipping coffee made by Yasmin. Without a taste, I suspect. Intended to eliminate drowsiness, but even more drowsiness.

Several times, Hanafi yawned. "Jeez, why are my eyes so sleepy". He, justify the position and lay on the sofa. There is still 1 hour, a chance to sleep for a while.. Intended to eliminate drowsiness, but even more drowsiness.

Yasmin, don't care what about her husband. Better to avoid, afraid to be the target of her husband.

"Assynolt,". Yasmin said, enter her parents' house.

"Wa'alaikum greetings,". Sahut bu Aminah and lestari, together.

"Alone, you're here". Ask the mother, directly in Yasmin's nod.

"Where is your husband on deck? Usually, he always has to follow you". Linger, smile.

"Maybe, you're busy Ma'am". Yasmin replied, holding her niece.

"You, let me get out of the house? Remember son, sin to the husband. Out of the house, without permission. Don't be a habit,". Tegur bu Aminah, direct.

"It's my permission, ma'am. Take it easy, Yasmin is out of the house. Mas Hanafi, relax in the living room". Yasmin replied, with ease.

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In the afternoon, Yasmin returned home. She brought food for her husband.

"Why mas, your face is so tangled". Tegur Yasmin, as if she did not know. Hahahaha.must be you, overslept. Therefore, don't be so pretentious to hurt me.

"It's none of your business, Yasmin". Hanafi replied, rubbing his face violently. "I suspect you, Yasmin. I can sleep for a few hours".

"Astagfirullah,mas. Do not recklessly accuse me, your overslept are not me. Obviously, I have nothing to do with it. Wonder, your own mistake. Even want to blame me". Deny Yasmin, directly. "Eat the mas, at our mother's house cooking. All right, I brought it for you".

"You, what am I Yasmin? Until, sleeping a few hours. You know, if I have anything important to take care of". Hanafi, grab Yasmin's arm.

"What the hell, mas? What's wrong with you, could be because last night you stayed up. What time, last night I came home. Relax at the coffee shop, haha-hihihi. Forgot the time, now got his karma". Yasmin, take her husband's hand.

"Well where are you, if I relax at the coffee shop? Oh, why don't you follow me". Delik Hanafi's eyes, staring intently at his wife.

"Haha.... You, jealous hemm....I'm, like, close to another woman". Hanafi, approaching Yasmin's face.

"IIisshhh.... What a pity you are,mas. For whatever reason, I'm jealous to see you close to another woman". Yasmin, step down.

"Related, not jealous? Rosella's tomorrow, asking for my help". Hanafi, glanced at his wife.

Yasmin, shrugged both of her shoulders. "Bodo is very, very concerned". Yasmin replied, lightly.

"All right, I'm challenging you. What if I'm close to another woman". Smrik's smile, Hanafi.

"Please,mas. Me, no matter your attitude. Because I know, if this marriage is just your revenge. Whatever you do, to hurt me. It doesn't matter what I'm hurting for". Yasmin said, smiling.

Hanafi, like not liking the words of his wife. Clenched his hands tightly, clenching his teeth. Blocking Yasmin's arm, kissing Yasmin's lips violently.

He, vent emotions to Yasmin. Not to forget, tore off Yasmin's clothes even though Yasmin, trying to rebel against her husband. Clear circles, flowing profusely in the corner of his eyes. Receiving harsh treatment, from the husband. His request did not make Hanafi disappear.

An hour passed, Hanafi was satisfied to vent his anger. "Makanya, do not be pretentious to the husband". Not to forget, covered his wife's entire body. "Ck, what are you crying for? Me, your husband, is entitled to your body. You are serving your husband. This is the last time, if it comes to me. Don't get pretentious to cry, all".

"You're evil,mas.Kilah, you hurt me ha? Not listening, I whine for your pity. As you please, crush your lust with harsh treatment". Yasmin said, wiping away the rough tears.

"I know, I really like it when you get hurt. So, just accept it with the rest. Besides, we enjoyed it too. Don't forget well, I heard your village-han's voice". Hanafi whispers, a sharp grin.

Yasmin, downcast shy. Closely grip, cotton bed linen plain motif. As loud as he could, he held his voice. However, it escapes as well and makes Hanafi even more so. The voice of the curse, sounded melodious to Hanafi. Making himself, the spirit rained down on Yasmin's body.

"Haha.....Haha.... Fortunately, I did not ask again. Look, mine's awake. I, could've knocked that clock out again". Hanafi said, Go and leave Yasmin.

"Review you, mas". Yasmin, look hatefully at her husband."I'll take revenge on you"

"You sure want revenge on me". Apparently, Hanafi had not left the door of the room. He still hears Yasmin.

Yasmi, shake his head. As Hanafi, he began to approach himself. "Mas,tadi.... I-i, you...".

"what's the kiss, Yasmin? Apparently, you're very happy to make me angry. Don't-don't, you did it intentionally. Because I want to, take the punishment of pleasure from me". Hanafi, catch Yasmin's leg. Then, pull it as hard as you can.

"Mas, I'm sorry. I, I don't mean anything. Believe me,mas". Yasmin said, shaking her head.

Hanafi, already angry. Reversing his wife's body, pouncing straight on.

"Vaaahhh.....". Village-han Yasmin, shut her mouth. The voice of the curse was clearly heard by Yasmin.

"Haha... Come on, Yasmin. Hmmmmm..... How, very delicious is not it". Smrik's smile, Hanafi. Choking his wife's chin.

"Stooopp.....Ahhh....Stop mas,aaahh....Cukuuuup...". Yasmin, ngos-ngosan set her breath. Her hands, trying to push the body of the husband. Her strength was drained, balancing her husband. Sweat soaked the body, both of them.

Hanafi, had already finished his wish in the afternoon. In fact, he twice beat his wife. He, get rid of the son of hair on his wife's face. Not to forget, landing a kiss on Yasmin's forehead. The owner, already asleep in his sleep.

"Wake up, don't sleep. Quickly clean your body. In a moment, azan magrib. Not good for, sleep". Hanafi whispered, sounding very soft. Yasmin, berahan opened her eyes.