The Huckold Married??

Not Time

"How did the examination go?"

Raffan's face suddenly became very tense at the question asked by his wife.

He who was so happy when the woman he missed was in plain sight even in the embrace of his hand in an instant made a good mood and so high was dropped to the surface when his wife questioning something he really doesn't want to hear.

Questioning the results of the examination that even desperately wanted him to hide if necessary even wanted him to forget it felt like there was no such thing as the results of the examination in his life if it would finally make him and Deefa alive in displeasure.

It feels very eager to doctrine his wife to no longer think about the offspring no longer bother what other people say and also their families because after all who live the household is them, they are, whether they want to be happy or not is what determines and feels.

"You just came and we just met, can't discuss the problem when we are completely satisfied to let go of the longing? or if necessary no longer need to discuss the results of the examination!" Raffan.

Deefa was able to capture the firm attitude that felt new this time Raffan showed, firm which was really firm and did not want to be denied like the order of the king or the ruler.

"But Deefa wanted to know the result" Deefa said in a weak voice, very faint when Deefa said it with a lip gesture that was not so visible, as if he was afraid to speak but his curiosity dominated so he would not want to continue to express what he wanted to express rather than having to save and even become curious later.

Deefa's words again disturbed the calmness and happiness that Raffan was feeling, making him sigh and sound very heavy as if there were objects squeezing his chest from various sides.

"After night you should sleep there, rest up the journey far away your body must also be very tired," instead of asking his wife to sleep alone and forget his desire to choose not to let go of the longing that is too big, he wants to just soak his longing for the wife who has overturned his feelings.

Deefa gawked in disbelief, her husband was so excited but arrived when he asked about the results of the examination of the spirit as if it melted somewhere and changed with a look of a face that no longer displays happiness turned into moody and a little tense.

What if he asks? is that wrong? after all they did an examination did not really want to know their health, to find out whether one of them had a problem but why now her husband's response was even like this.

"But Deefa still wants to talk a lot with Mas Raffan," deefa's voice changed from being so cheerful and full of longing now to being very subtle implies a feeling that is contrary to the one before.

"Tomorrow we will talk, I am sleepy" said the man who left his wife.

"But Deefa wants to talk now, there are important things that Deefa should know directly from you Mas" Deefa explained.

Raffan let out a long sigh with a stifled step.

"If the matter of the results of the examination I will not give an answer," Raffan pressed full of notification so that his wife will no longer submit about the results of their examination.

Deefa shook her head resignedly, this might not be the right time to ask any questions when she had just met her husband, but as a woman she must ask her husband rather than continue guessing that later will only make herself uncertain.

"Can you talk while you sit?" timidly Deefa asked, it felt like only this time she was in such a tense situation, her husband who used to be silly like a child was now showing the other side, the other side, the assertive side like a leader in the household makes Deefa also shrivel not wrinkled.

Raffan nodded then walked towards the living room sofa with Deefa following behind him.

"I won't eat you Deefa" he said, realizing that his wife was having a fearful attitude towards him.

Deefa plays her fingers at the voice of her husband who is much different than usual, only a few days did not meet but Deefa feels not face to face with the man who married her half a year ago, it's only been a few days what if for a month she lived in the village, obviously she will assume that this Raffan is not her husband.

Slowly Deefa dropped her lower body on the bench facing the husband instead made her husband look in disbelief.

"We're not mahram?" asked in a slightly angry tone with his wife's behavior.

"Deefa just arrived but Mas Raffan was already angry," said Deefa staring at the two husbands who were also staring at him.

"That's because you're asking the wrong thing, just coming home until you've discussed something else, why not ask if your husband misses you or not," beber Raffan increasingly dominates with every word about the expression of his heart.

"Then it won't be, Deefa sleeps alone" Deefa said, rising from her seat.

"Adeefa Ranaya!" raffan called and held the hand of the wife who was about to leave him.

"Said there was something to talk about then why now even want to sleep," said not understand.

"The talk that Deefa wants to talk about is not about longing so it should not be continued," Deefa said looking down at the floor where she stood.

Raffan closed both eyes and reopened them, "okay I'm sorry, the longing is no longer discussed, you want to talk or ask anything, let's ask I will hear and also answer if I have an answer," said Raffan relented.

True what was said by his wife, he also felt that he was easily ignited especially if it was related to the issue of heredity, a problem that now becomes very strange for him considering that his wife is the problem in her fertility.

The man again pulled his hand back to sit on the sofa and this time he did not let his wife rest with him, even Raffan's hand hugged his shoulder very firmly as if he should not move one bit.

"So Deefa met Raisya."

Deefa's confession is considered ordinary and has no meaning for Raffan, because he has explained to his wife about him and Raisya who does not have a relationship at all, according to him it was very clear and enough especially Deefa certainly believed in him.

"Then why? we both live in the world of course if God wills we will meet anyone, right?" Raffan was still with his calm demeanor.

"Deefa knows that, but here what Deefa wants to talk about is not about meeting her but about what she told Deefa."

"Did he say what's the same to you?" take Raffan out of the room.

"He said that during Deefa's time in Mas Raffan's village he always called her every night and last night Mas slept with him."

Just now Deefa finished her words Raffan even coughed at her own saliva in disbelief with the nonsense words he had just heard.

"Deefa get me a drink first." the woman in the clothes went to bed with a little spring running towards the kitchen to get a glass of water to relieve her husband's cough.

"Drink Mas" she handed him a glass of water asking her husband to drink it immediately.

Raffan downed the water given by his wife and placed the empty glass on the table.

"Mas Raffan is okay?"

"What kind of question did you ask Deefa just now?"

Deefa frowned, "is there something wrong with Deefa's question?" innocently asked.

"With you asking that it means you believe in Raisya's crazy confession that obviously I would never commit such a sin, I am indeed a delinquent and indeed a delinquent you know that too, you know that, but I am still picky in doing mischief it is impossible to sleep with another woman, it is very fatal and I will not do the depraved deed, he said, if you want such a naughty why not just from the past when you were not married, why should you be married and when I already have a legal, strange and awkward outlet for your questions just now!" said Raffan while pulling his wife's hand to sit back.

"Deefa just made sure."

"Surely or do you not believe in your own husband?" he interrupted the words of his wife who was now pursing his lips.

Now every statement of Raffan so sound so demanding that Deefa can no longer answer.

"There's already you, the right woman for me to sleep with, it's very unlikely that I'll fuck another woman" explained Raffan with his hand tidying up his wife's broken hair, tucking it behind his ears and his hands even move ignorantly towards the neck of the wife makes the woman in front of him shudder to feel the stinging effect.

"Mas."

"This time you don't talk anymore, just use your lips for others" Raffan said.

Deefa was puzzled, use her lips for another? what is her husband talking about?

In the midst of the confusion that befell Deefa also found the face of her husband who was getting closer, closer again and again until now their breaths collide with each other, smashing into each other's faces, then it became closer and less distant until Deefa finally closed her eyes when she felt a touch on her lips.

The married couple also began to pour out the longing that had been held even almost could not pour out the longing.

A minute had passed when Raffan finally released the part of his wife's body that had been asking questions that he did not want to hear, looking at her, he smiled as it became thicker than before and wet.

"I miss you, so let me control you tonight until morning if I need to until I feel tired."

After saying that, Raffan lifted his wife's body, carried her and left the living room and took her to their room.

Deefa even hugged her husband's neck very tightly, burrowing his face into the neck of the husband's neck, not even daring to show his face which was probably already very red, the woman knows what will happen next very well know what needs are now very urgent and want to be channeled by her beloved husband, her husband in droves and also her delinquents.

In such a situation Deefa would have done nothing, she knew her obligation as a wife would not have been possible to refuse much less forbid her husband to ask her for rights unless he was in a state of coming months.

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