The Angel of Wounds

Chapter 98

The night was getting late, the road that passed began to look lonely. Whether to be taken where he is, Marissa does not know. The woman did not dare to open her voice at all, even just to protest. This time he resigned, there would be no use if he rebelled. Moreover, he did not know this area.

The car stopped right in the yard of a simple house. Whose home, Marissa doesn't know.

"Down." Tomi's orders.

"No, I don't want to go down." Resist. Marissa crossed her arms in front of her chest.

Tomi immediately got out of the car and turned towards where Marissa was sitting. The man opened the door for Marissa to let the woman down immediately.

"Get out." Pinta Tomi once again.

"I told you, I don't want to." Marissa refused Tomi's request.

Without saying much, Tomi immediately pulled Marissa's wrist, making the woman inevitably follow Tomi's steps.

Tom opened the door to the house.

"Lake in." He told Marissa.

"Gue don't want to." Marissa still refused.

"Don't make a fuss here. Especially it's almost midnight." Tomi Sweat.

Marissa stared at the wall clock in the living room of the house. And sure enough, it's almost midnight, just a few minutes away.

Tomi locked the door again when Marissa went inside with him.

"Tomi you want what? Don't macem-macem." Marissa's Sweat. Honestly treated like this by Tomi, making her guts shrink instantly.

"Gue wouldn't fuck around, if you looked at me." Suddenly the breath felt tight. Marissa hated the current situation. He feels uncomfortable.

A drop of clear grain ran down the woman's cheek. Marissa couldn't stand Tomi's treatment. The man seemed to put a lot of limits on him.

Tomi turned towards Marissa as a sobbing began to sound. And Tomi hates that so much. The man didn't like it when he saw Marissa crying. He did all this just to save the woman's self-esteem. Regardless of how Marissa treated him.

Tomi walked closer to Marissa who was looking down with her shoulders starting to shake. The mood is completely destroyed. All the treatment and words of Tomi make Marissa feel like she's with a stranger.

Unexpectedly, Tomi grabbed Marissa into his arms. The woman revolted to be separated from the man she hated so much. No matter how hard he tried to escape from Tomi's embrace, it was the same as throwing his power away for free. Tomi's energy is much greater than her. Even the man did not stretch his embrace.

"Gue hates you, I hate." Marissa said in the middle. The two hands repeatedly hit Tomi on the back, hoping that the man would let go of his embrace.

"Take me off."

Tomi raised her gaze so that the clear circles did not drip from her eye peluruk. Tomi feels so guilty for doing this to Marissa. But there is no other way to thwart Marissa's plans this time.

"I'm sorry, Papa, son. Papa never had the intention to hurt your mother. But this is all Papa can do for now. I'm sorry, Papa made you sad in there. But Papa promised, once this matter is over, Papa will always make you happy. How to do it."

***

Rama returns to the hotel room reserved for his wedding night with Hasna. I don't know what her mother planned and her sister did. They were married for four months. But there were still rituals as if they had just been met in a private room like this.

A fresh and soothing aroma filled his sense of smell, while Rama had just turned the door handle. Room light is dim, there are even many aromatherapy candles that are lit in several places, throughout the room. Rama put down the suit that had been slung by his left arm.

Rama smiled as he looked at the bed he was going to be in with Hasna tonight. Up there full of rose petals. Once again Rama smiled, but this time a pink hue adorned his handsome face.

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His attenuation was distracted by the sound of an open door. His wife had just finished cleaning up. She asked Nayla and her mother to take Hasna to her room first, as she was still talking to some of her business partners.

Hasna walked closer to Rama. She looked so beautiful with a slightly wet face.

"Mas Rama is back?" Ask Hasna. The woman opened the towel over her head.

Rama watched his wife's every move. Why did the sudden movement of Hasna rubbing towels in her hair look so sensual? It was not the first time he had seen Hasna do that.

Rama walked up to Hasna who was looking down behind him. Look at his busy wife's terrible hair. Rama unbuttoned the vest tuxedo he was wearing and threw it in any direction. Also unbutton two shirts top.

Hasna was slightly jumped while there was a pair of sturdy arms wrapped around her stomach. Rama hugged her from behind.

"Mas Rama didn't clean up first?" Ask Hasna.

Not answering, but the man prefers to cling more tightly to the wife's body. Inhaling deeply the scent of vanilla emanating from his wife's body.

"Mas Rama, ticklish." Hasna said as Rama gave a wet kiss on her neck.

Rama flicked Hasna's long hair, gently peeling the neckline of the wife who looked so tempting. Slightly lowered the towel kimono the woman was wearing. Again Rama landed his wet kiss on Hasna's shoulder. The woman felt amused as the two warm lips gave a small kiss on her neck and shoulders that were slightly open.

"Maassa..."

Rama turned Hasna's body to make the woman face him. That pretty face was getting even more dazzling under this kind of dim light. Rama slightly lowered his face, sticking the tip of his nose on the tip of his wife's nose.

"You're so pretty, honey." Hasna blushed hearing it.

Rama lowered his face a little. Only a few inches. But those cherry lips were unexpected. Hasna faster than a split second turned her face away before the kiss landed. Rama only managed to land a kiss on the wife's cheek.

"Why are you teasing me, honey?" Whisperer Rama.

Hasna smiled, not daring to take her eyes off. Suddenly the woman closed her eyes as Rama's lips peeked at her ears, even giving her small bites.

"Can we do it now?" Rama's voice began to sound heavy.

"Bring first, let it be fresh." Gentle hansa speech.

"For what? We will take a shower again. I need energy now." Rama's voice sounded more and more raucous.

Again the man landed wet kisses around the wife's neck. Hasna squeezes the shirt Rama was wearing. The gesture asductive as her husband was really making Hasna restless.

Hasna felt as if floating as Rama raised his body. He slowly lowered his wife's body on the bed. The face that always made her feel peaceful. She made him fall in love many times. Hasna was not her first love. But Rama will make sure that only Hasna will be his last love.

Rama took both hands of Hasna. Grip it tightly and squeeze it gently.

"Are you happily married to Rama Suryanata?" Ask Rama. Hasna nodded as the answer.

"Are you willing to age with me, to be with me until the end of your life?" Hasna nodded her head again.

"Are you willing to give birth to my successor?" This time the woman did not shake her head.

Hasna is seen bowing her head, and nods softly in response to Rama's question.

"Can I ask for it now?" Hasna nodded her head in response.

Fortunately, the lighting in this room was dim. If not, it is certain Rama will see a pink hue adorning his beautiful face.

Rama raised his wife's chin with his index finger. The face was smiling shyly. And Rama likes that. Hasna looked even more beautiful if blushed like this.

Rama managed to enjoy the sweet cherry lips. Enjoy and***********softly.

The two shady eyes opened as the sweep over his lips ended. His face warmed up, his breathing was a little hunting. But he did not dare to look at the handsome face of the husband.

"Why are you embarrassed? We've done it a few times, haven't we?" Ask Rama.

Hasna covered her face with both palms. Why Rama was so happy to tease her by saying such sensual words.

"Hey, why are they closed?" Rama put away the palm that covered the beautiful face of his wife.

"No need to close like this. I've even seen it all." Rama's whisper was right in Hasna's ear. But his right hand moved to undo the knot of the kimono that Hasna was wearing.

"Maassa..." Hasna held Rama's hand.

It seemed that the man did not accept rejection, even with just one move, Hasna was already under his confinement.

"It's our bridal night, honey. I want to feel it with my beautiful wife."

Rama covered the blankets all over his body as well Hasna. He wanted to start his worship ritual with Hasna right now. Even the rose petals that adorned the bed were falling down because of their movements.

***

Hi.hai...

Again, why them? Hayo, the beloved readers of a chili, should not travel to any of his thoughts. Enough Rama to explore, let him tired himself. You guys just sit sweet. Hehe...

If asked to choose between them, who do you choose here?

Rama?

Kevin's?

Or Tomi?

Give the reason also yes, why choose the brother...

Lope...lope..make all of you a & a & a.