The Huckold Married??

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"Bag.."

"Don't talk to me if your mind isn't in line with mine!"

Deefa gave birth to her intention to dilute the strain that had been going on for several days, since the departure of her father-in-law and from the day she declared that she would help her mother-in-law in preparation for her husband's marriage, but until now what he said he had not done because on that day he had a quarrel with her husband and until two days passed the quarrel was still there even though only a small quarrel but still the name of the quarrel will be a quarrel that makes the house so uncomfortable.

Then now on the fourth day her husband refused to talk to her, not greeting her even though she slept in the same room but her husband slept on her back, not looking at her made Deefa cry in silence while staring at her husband's back.

And now when she wanted to start the conversation her husband was already directly jerking, barking furiously without turning his body to just look at her behind.

They are like returning to be strangers, really strangers do not know each other, this kind of household is really not their desire especially Deefa, Deefa, every human being wants a happy and fine household, even if there are problems at least can be solved together in a peaceful way.

New also called and had not said what he wanted to say yet he had already heard the high-pitched voice of the man who was even reluctant to eat the food he was cooking.

"When do you want it to be like this?" deefa's voice sounded soft.

He does not want to keep fighting and make the house always hot every time.

There was a rough breathing from the man who had not slept but deliberately closed his eyes, not the real heart but he did not want to budge with the will of his wife and mother.

He's a human being with feelings, not a robot that can be arranged as they please.

It was enough before he obeyed his mother's desire to get married to finally have a sense of affection and gradually grow into love, then now only because the offspring he had to follow the will of his mother again? not his mother and his wife!

His wife also encouraged him to marry again, doing polygamy that he would never be able to live, he was a man and he himself was not sure let alone willing to do that.

"Until you stop asking me to marry again!"

Raffan turned his body and looked at the woman who was staring at him, "didn't I say it over and over again?" the agitated and angry man added, "sometimes too smart turns out to be bad."

It is clear that Raffan is currently insinuating his wife, insinuating the attitude of the woman who looks at him with sadness.

His wife is indeed smart in terms of religion so clever to make him become selfish under the pretext of wanting to make in-laws happy.

Raffan's gaze sharpened and spoke again, "stop asking me to marry that crazy woman, stop thinking about others! if I don't want what I've confirmed I really do."

Deefa remembered what her husband had said just now, that the man would have run her down if he kept forcing her to marry honestly between two polygamous choices and get divorced, she was more afraid of polygamy.

Which woman would be willing to share a husband, which woman could imagine her husband sleeping with another woman other than himself, even if it was his wife as well.

It will not be able to, but if divorced he would cry wailing and feeling lost because he will no longer be with a man who has made him know the meaning of love.

She is in love that she has never felt before.

"Deefa did not want Mas Raffan to marry again but.." all the words that Deefa wanted to say seemed to be stuck in the throat, choked and made him stammer even stopped and only heard a sigh.

"But sacrifice for your happiness?" with his spiciness continued Deefa's words as she pleased.

The man moved to shift his body until now he has faced each other with a woman who is still wearing a veil, already on the bed but the veil is still attached to his head, I don't know what that woman was thinking.

"Too naive!" hiss Raffan was sharp with a more furious expression than usual.

Raffan moved again when Deefa did not make a sound and just looked at her, staring with her two sad eyes implying sadness.

Now the man who was in emotion was already on top of his woman's body, oppressing and gripping the two hands of the woman whose eyes were already fogged up, he said, she obviously wanted to cry but was still trying to hold it.

"What words are appropriate to describe your nature?" asked in a sadistic cynical tone.

"Too well? naive? egotistical? or rather.." Raffan lowered his head and whispered, "hypocritical?"

Deefa was astonished by the heart, not believing in hearing the words that came out of her husband's mouth, the man who would normally be gentle with her but now just kept spouting those scathing sentences was also painful in addition to his current treatment.

In the past even though he did not have feelings for Raffan was fierce and often spoke of origin, but it did not feel like this, not to hurt his feelings.

But now how could the man so easily overlap his hand and then let out a statement that truly sliced his heart, hurting not only the physical but also the inner.

Raffan's sharp eyes now turned to the cloth covering his wife's hair, pastel-colored cloth that had not been separated by the wife when they were alone in the house and now was in the room.

"In the room, we still wear a veil, we're just the two of us, no one!"

Sreth!

Roughly pulled the veil that Deefa was wearing and threw it somewhere.

Deefa's eyes widened not because of Raffan's words but because of the way Raffan felt so rough, could not open it slowly?

"It seems like you have started to learn to think of me as someone else," he said, shaking his head as if he did not believe what his wife was doing.

Though Deefa did not even intend like that, she had just finished teaching and saw her husband was in bed but not sleeping and then pulled herself to relax while wanting to start a conversation, wanting to make up, but her husband had other thoughts, her husband became negative.

Deefa shook her head weakly rejecting her husband's accusations, even her husband also saw himself was she was teaching.

Deefa's eyes grew foggy looking at her husband's face, which was no longer as soft and cheerful as usual, and she also caught earrings worn by her husband in the right ear, and her right ear, I don't know since when because Deefa didn't realize it.

The corner of Deefa's lips twitched, she wanted to cry but was still trying to hold her back trying to calm down and asked, "Why wear earrings?" still in the same position, hands gripped and body overlaid by her husband.

Raffan smiled cynically, "now I want to, so do your duty as a wife!" a remark that didn't even answer the question asked by his wife.

The burden of thought and the immortality of being one made Raffan a very different man, completely different as if Deefa was dealing with someone else even now after saying what she wanted, she said, her husband attacked her quickly.

Her father whom she thought could be a hold on her was gone and she was between two women who seemed to keep pushing her, two women who made her claustrophobic with all the requests she would not be able to make.

"Don't tell me I don't have any rights over your body?!" Raffan stared deeply but deeply, there was affection and love but covered in anger, as he felt Deefa trying to push her body away.

Deefa shook her head again, not that she meant it but she didn't want her husband to fuck her in such a rude manner.

Getting the arm from the woman whose eyeballs were already shaking, Raffan let out a heavy sigh.

He certainly did not have the heart, but he also could not contain the anger that was in his heart, angry with all the actions of his wife.

Ignoring his affection and love, Raffan goes back to continuing what he wants, attacking all parts of his wife's face without caring for Deefa who asks him to do gently as they often do.

It was not rude even until Raffan forgot to recite the prayer first.

Deefa's eyes were closed when her husband began to throw one by one the clothes attached to her body, no longer resisting because it felt useless and would only make her husband offended and more angry.

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