THE FORGOTTEN WIFE OF THE CEO

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Alvan felt lonely without Karin. If from the image, nothing is expected. The girl always avoids Alvan anywhere. There was no sign of Citra trying to grab Alvan's attention. The girl just carried out her duties as a general wife. Cooking, washing and cleaning the house. General duties housewife. From here Citra can ponten nine because Alvan never complained Citra work. The girl worked well.

The only one that Citra did not do as a wife was to serve Alvan in bed. The image does not need to be dizzy about it because there is Karin Alvan mistress ready to become a sparing partner of the man. The image is actually happy no need to bother thinking about the affairs of the bed.

Alvan looking for something can wedge the stomach that starts to kick all kinds of music genres. From stray dangdut to rock. Fortunately, it is not in the direction of seriosa.

Alvan grunts in heart. Why Citra doesn't leave food on the table. Fried noodles this morning ludes. The rest must have been swept away by Karin the slacker. The woman only knew she was getting settled. Whatever the image is doing. Alvan doesn't mind that. His love is more than anger. Anyway Karin is the perfect woman in Alvan's eyes. To hell with lack.

Alvan believes that gradually Karin will change with age. What else will have children. Alvan must act immediately so that Karin gets a position in the family even though only as a second wife. Her parents would not have turned Karin down if she was pregnant. The image must not have been able to get pregnant because Alvan had no intention of touching the girl.

Imagery doesn't deserve to be a woman. What basis does Citra have to get Alvan's affection. There is no love in the heart for the image. There is a sense of god-level annoyance.

Last time Alvan found a glass of fresh tea in the refrigerator. The slightly greenish colored tea seduces Alvan's eyes to refresh the esophagus. Care who has it. Everything in the house has him. Alvan is entitled to the whole house. Who dare to protest.

Without a doubt Alvan vertical glass containing steeping green tea owned by Citra. There's a little sweetness refreshing the esophagus. Nyes relieve the neck while pampering the stomach even if only a glass of tea.

This man put an empty glass on the table. No need to wash because there is a handyman cleaning the house. Alvan is sure that soon Citra will be home.

Alvan breaks down the body on the maron color sofa of expensive leather material. Anyone who sees it knows it's expensive stuff. Naturally a young businessman like Alvan has all the luxuries. The Linga family also includes rich people in the country. The abundant treasures are inexhaustible seven derivatives.

Alvan felt his body hot on the sofa. There's a strange sense running through the whole body. Something urgent from the inside requires men to do something to quiet the sudden turmoil of madness. The call of unbearable lust overwhelms Alvan.

"Damn it.." sighed Alvan moved into the room. This man immediately undressed himself under the shower for a faint strange upheaval in the chest.

Watered until many times it still does not want to go. Even more crazy to play with Alvan's mind. This man tries to exercise lightly throw bad thoughts against burning lust.

Push up, the road in a place does not reduce the angkara that is penetrating the boundary point. Alvan's getting restless. Inevitably Alvan took a cell phone try to call Karin. Where's that woman? When the precarious gini even disappeared like a thief pursued by the police.

Karin's number is out of range. Not connect. Alvan cursed in his heart. Now Alvan needs an impingement to remove the passion that has burned the brain.

There was no sound in the kitchen for long. Alvan thought his first wife had gone home. It's just a baby it won't help much. Alvan has no desire for the girl. Alvan hopes Karin will come home soon to help him channel his crazy lust.

Alvan out of the room saw a tiny figure was arranging the groceries in the refrigerator. Pantesan Citra is home late. Shopping is late to home.

Faintly sounding a fine kick came out from the small lips of Citra. Alvan obviously.heard that Rossa song called Tegar. Citra's voice is not melodious but quite fun in the ear as entertainment at the time.

The image is entertaining itself in lonely times gini. The atmosphere of Gini has been lived for almost a year. A maid from her own husband. The image does not mind as long as Alvan does not disturb his calm.

Alvan mendehem forced the image to rotate the body to find the source of the sound. The image of being shocked saw Alvan standing in front of the door of his room with a dead red face. Which image knows that the man is holding back the turmoil of lust.

"Sir Alvan..have you come home? I'm sorry I haven't cooked." The image of the waves was found not to provide lunch. Sometimes no one eats. Alvan rarely comes home by noon. Most Alvan breakfast and dinner.

"No need to cook" said Alvan faltered. Cold sweat splashed on the forehead so strong stimulant drugs made Karin. The plan was to trap the image even Alvan involved.

"Father sick? Is the face red?" The image soon realized something was wrong with her husband. The image poured a glass of water to relieve Alvan fever. For Citra Alvan is not healthy body.

"I'm not well. Will you scrub my body?" alvan asked slightly.

Indirect image is. Citra felt she had no right to touch the man even though her husband. Karin was used to that man.

"I'll call Karin first." The image goes towards the landline intending to contact Karin. The image does not have a mobile phone, so communication still uses a home phone. Luxury cell phones at the time. Not everyone has that luxury. Imagery includes people less fortunate not to have that stuff.

"No need.His phone is inactive. Just you. I'm your husband. There's no shame." The sentence slid smoothly from Alvan's lips. If it's not burning Alvan's lust is not touched by the village girl.

"But sir..." The image still tries to resist.

"Hurry here!" alvan's snapping is getting out of control. Passion bit Alvan's head until it could not hold. What has to happen happens. What matters is that he needs a place to get out.

The image was forced to approach Alvan with a pale face. The young girl felt that something was wrong with Alvan. It's not unusual for Alvan to be close to him. During the stay together in Alvan's eyes the young girl was just a burden. People who have frowned at real happiness.

Alvan blocked Citra's arm tightly coupled with the eyes of a hungry wolf look at a pile of fresh meat. The image until it retreated backwards afraid Alvan was indecent towards him. The image is not willing to be touched by the man who hates it.

The image does not hate Alvan just does not want to be intimate with people who like to insult him. The image has self-esteem even though it is very small. He's a little guy with no power against a tyrannical master. Every word Alvan is a word that must be obeyed by the image.

But for this one Citra does not want to give up. The image must keep honor until the hands are entitled to touch it.

"Sir.conscious! Wait for Karin to come! I lay in my room. I'll cook porridge if you're not well." The image is still in disarray.

Alvan growled unable to hold himself back anymore. Fuckin' passion has become king in Alvan's body. Common sense Alvan faded ingested stimulant drugs works Karin.

Once pull the clothes image loose splattered on the floor. At this crucial moment Citra is still fighting against trying to resuscitate Alvan if he is not Karin. Women ready to wear. The image is only a shield to cover the adultery of Alvan and Karin. Not a woman ready to decorate Alvan's bed.

"Sir.conscious! I am Citra." cried Citra covering her chest with her arms. The two twin hills stood firm and further damaged Alvan's chaotic nerves.

"Hhhmmm.." It just came out of Alvan's mouth. The man's clothes have been off since when. Why the unconscious image is on the brink of the abyss. Alvan is demanding the right as husband.

The image struggle is in vain. Alvan is more powerful in completing the libido of his legs. The helpless image forced Alvan to make love. The crown he had been guarding all this time was destroyed in the lunge of the man under the influence of the stimulant drug. Lunglai Citra's body accepts the fact Alvan has seized the most valuable item of his life. Pain in the liver is equivalent to pain under the stomach.

************ Picture of poignant feeling after being forced Alvan to make love. The image wanted to cry but was arrested. The image must not appear weak in front of Alvan even if the man wins. The future of Citra is closed because of Alvan's depraved lust.

Citra hopes to divorce Alvan later he still has a price in the eyes of a new couple. But the wishful thinking disappeared because of Karin's actions. Want to trap Citra with other men even Alvan trapped.

Alvan rolled satisfied has managed to channel the burning passion. What else is the image of the pure maiden. Alvan is undeniable that he is proud to be the first person for Citra. The image of his wife making love is not forbidden by religion.

The image looked at the man at the side with a broken heart. The image of vengeance on the insolent man channeled his lust into him. The image is not willing even though it is part of the responsibility as a wife. Alvan was entitled to do so but it did not come sincerely. Alvan is just a waste of lust to ruin the beautiful imagination of Citra.

The image of collecting clothes soon passed from Alvan and Karin's room. The image does not want Karin to believe they are in one room. Karin's room. What accusation will be leveled by the woman to Citra. Cheap women or more poignant in the ears of a prostitute.

"Where are you going?"

"This is not my room!" The image immediately dressed no matter Alvan's nanar gaze towards his unclothed body.

"Clean the new bed away! I don't want Karin to see blood on this sheet!" said the heartless Alvan.

The image tidied up the clothes even though the lower part of the stomach was still painful. What human is this man? Has been doing brazen as well as spiteful orders he clean Karin's room from the rest of their romance. Alvan's little heart must have been eaten by a stray dog.

Without saying anything, the image of pulling the sheets not open Alvan is still on the mattress. The image's attitude is impolite even a bit rude. Anger and hate were clearly painted on that tiny face. If Citra has magic power it feels like the man's magic is lost from the surface of the earth. Send to another supernatural realm to unite with the demits.

Alvan got up from the bed leisurely not ashamed still stark naked. A large tall body of Karin pujaan walked into the bathroom.

Meanwhile the tiny hand of Citra moved quickly unloading the sheets of Karin. On a bed sheet decorated with blood spots pink color. That was the crown of Citra that Alvan had forcibly frowned upon. There were no charges because the man had rights.

Citra wants to cry blood but not here. The image must not appear weak so as not to be harassed by Alvan next.

"Citra.." came Alvan's call from the bathroom.

The image deliberately does not say that Alvan is not big head has enjoyed something most valuable in the life of Citra as a girl. The image rushed out of Karin's room while carrying a roll of dirty sheets.

This girl brought the sheets back to wash with the washing machine. Alvan's right. They can't leave any trace for Karin. The woman could kill Citra if caught making love to Alvan.

Funny the legal wife can't fuck with Alvan while the affair is free. The story is as if Citra became the actor while Karin bini is official. Reverse world. A legitimate wife has no right but a powerful affair.

The image of hiding behind shed tears. So little people are really bad. It's been under squeezed to a sprawl.

Image cannot be whiny. He must be strong until he finishes college to achieve the goal of becoming the doctor of everyone's dreams. This suffering is considered as a pebble to get stronger.

"Partra.." there was a raucous call from Alvan again.

The image quickly wiped away the tears so that Alvan did not see him cry. Image cannot be whiny. It should be harder even if the storm has hit. Install a high fence to be able to pass through the gusts of hurricane wind.

"What else is it?" cynical image does not come out of the laundry.

Alvan who came to the back was undressed. The man was only wearing dark blue training pants. The face was not fresh again perched on the man's face. The drug reaction regained the man's body. It turns out that the release was not enough to wash the dose of stimulant drugs. The man is back excited.

"How long is the grandson?" reprimanding Alvan with a hoarse voice began to uncontrollably.

"Wash is not as simple as lust! Go then! Don't bother me!" throw away the restless image Alvan did not leave. The man's eyes returned as before. The image prays in the heart so that the demon in Alvan's body immediately scrambles away.

"I need you!"

"Wait for Karin! Please don't interrupt my work! Later brother Karin came home thinking of all kinds."

"How kind? We've been all sorts!" Alvan is getting closer to Citra.

The image of retreating close the body to the wall while cross-handedly forbidding Alvan from approaching. A man who is already burning lust where cares about rejection of Image. The man crunched more and more docked to the body Citra.