The Huckold Married??

We're Over!

Raffan drove his motorbike at high speed, darting like the wind that did not want to be blocked by anything.

His mind was screwed up all that he didn't want to dwell in his head's brain, all that he did not want to think even more could not control the emotions that now seemed to continue to demand himself to be able to evaporate in any way.

Behind a helmet that covers the entire head and part of the face, his stern jaw continued to tighten with reflexes due to disappointment and wrath that blurred into one and seemed to drain his blood and spread to every part of his body to the smallest part though and it was getting smaller make it tighten the speed of the vehicle that rotates faster, making, fast and really fast even many vehicles that scream cursing because what he did really endanger him not only himself but also others.

If he died even though the man did not care, but unfortunately fate said another, he is a racer and certainly very good at driving a vehicle at high speed, he said, being able to well dodge and play both hands on the handlebar of the bike he clutches very and more tightly lucky he wears gloves otherwise the skin changes of his hands will be clearly visible.

Deefa came out running but she was late, her pursuit was futile when she asked her housekeeper-in-law about her husband.

"Mas Raffan has gone Ma'am."

The answer made Deefa's shoulder drop, wafting with a quick breath, she felt that she had caught up with her husband quickly enough, but the man was even faster than her, of course because he was riding the bike even more in an emotional state.

Deefa believes her husband has misunderstood her coming to the house of the in-laws, from the way her husband saw her and also what the man said.

"Mas Raffan."

Her lips moved to say the name of the husband.

The woman felt her heart pounding uncontrollably fast, indeed she was completely unable to control her own heart thump even though trying to catch her breath and relax in order to calm down a little, but what he did felt so free, his heart did not want to obey.

Deefa orders a taxi to take her home, even though she knows her husband is not home.

The woman thought of letting her husband alone first, letting him calm down then when the husband came home she would talk explaining what happened.

Along the way he did not stop to not squeeze all his fingers, his anxiety continued to interfere even though he had been trying to read prayers to help him become calmer.

Deefa entered the house that somehow felt very foreign, she had only been gone for a few hours but after returning she was like being in someone else's house, not the house she lived in with Raffan, her husband.

His eyes moved around the entire corner of the house and room, looking with a heart that did not feel strange that increasingly disturbing.

"Astaghfirullahaladzim."

Then step through room by room and end up in the kitchen.

"Mas Raffan is coming home soon, I have to cook," he said after seeing the vegetables he had bought this morning next to the stove he had just left.

His hands began to take small basins to hold the vegetables he had sliced and then he would continue to wash them thoroughly before cooking them.

Deefa moved back in agitation when her husband had not yet returned home.

It was already 10pm and the man she was waiting for did not show a face.

Already peeking back and forth from the window when from a distance she heard the sound of a vehicle, hoping her husband who came but it turned out only other people's vehicles passing by.

His eyes showed anxiety that regained control with his teeth biting the inner lips, his body even suddenly felt very cold as if he was doused by a bucket of ice water along with chunks of ice.

The food he cooked had really become cold and of course he had to warm it again so that it was delicious to eat, until finally he stepped into the kitchen.

"Mas Raffan is coming home soon he must be hungry" he said to himself as he began to warm up the food he was cooking.

She thought her husband would come home hungry soon so she warmed him up now so that the man could eat right away and not have to wait any more.

The roar of the vehicle engine so blaring accompanied the dark star-studded sky.

The noise continues to be heard due to the sound of the motor that is deliberately played, the ears of anyone who is not familiar with the sound will immediately buzz and then curse sadistically the owner of the vehicle that has been in must star.

Raffan became one of the people who would prepare for the race, preparing at the star line to chase the victory.

The man literally vented his anger in this way witnessed by his friends who had tried to ban, reminding him to stop but everything said by his friend was countered, the words of his friend no one enters into the ear just pass by and leave without leaving a trace.

At a time like this no one would be able to talk to Raffan, their voice would be inferior to the emotions entrenched in his mind and heart.

Raffan was so angry that he even punched Agam in the face trying to pull him away.

The man did not stop even more becoming, it was proven when he returned to accept the challenge again for the third time tonight.

Advising people who are emotional especially those who are advised is Raffan who they know themselves the man also has difficulty in regulating and controlling his emotions, until the foaming mouth will not be heard.

Raffan is crazy no matter what he is doing at the moment, which he wants to satisfy with emotions before he goes home and sees his wife's face.

Considering the woman he married tightened his jaw, it was disappointed to assume the woman did not listen to him not heeding the warning he uttered even with perfect firmness.

As a husband he feels unregarded and he hates it.

"No way to say Gam," said Rio who stood beside Agam.

"It seems like a lot of kids are really the problem," Gumay sighed as his eyes looked at Raffan who had driven on his bike to reach the finish line.

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Deefa ran when she heard the sound of vehicles entering the yard and stopped next to the house, not in the garage but outside.

"Mas Raffan I.."

Raffan kicked the door shut making Deefa strangle in shock.

"Deefa can be clear.."

"I said shut the fuck up!" hardik Raffen.

Brak!

Throwing a helmet that doesn't know why he's bringing it in.

The second time Deefa's body shrank, shocked beyond measure with her unblinking eyes.

After throwing the helmet that is now lying near the sofa, Raffan stepped back.

"Mas Raffan must not have eaten, Deefa's cooked.."

In an instant Deefa stopped her words as her husband stopped his steps and twisted his body and stared intently.

Raffan's sharp and unsettling gaze for his wife made Deefa's heart ache to see an unusual gaze.

The man's gaze was like being faced with his enemy, a gaze that was at any time ready to destroy also killed at once.

Seeing Raffan who was still very angry crossed his mind to invite her husband to eat first, fill an empty stomach and then speak.

Raffan advanced step by step closer to the woman who did not even dare to move, her body as stiff as a statue.

Deefa's body jolted as Raffan roughly gripped and pulled out his hand.

"I said don't say anything! you deaf?!" yelling with a angry face.

"Ah I forgot, you are indeed deaf because everything I say there is none that you hear," decih Raffan smiled lightly.

Deefa's lips trembled wanting to cry but as hard as she could bear she instead gave a smile that looked annoying in her husband's eyes.

"Deefa will make tea." speak in a soft and calm tone

"You're mocking me?"

Raffan did not accept to think the woman in front of him was mocking when his wife was just trying to soften his heart that was very hard.

Deefa shook her head with her hand that stroked the chest of the husband who was going up and down due to the rapid breathing due to the influence of emotions.

Raffan laughed cynically, staring at the pair of neutrals who were also staring at him.

The two of them looked at each other with different intentions.

Deefa tried to calm down with her sad gaze while Raffan with anger that did not want to recede.

Raffan felt that Deefa was challenging him until the man finally pulled Deefa rough to enter the room that had become Deefa's room, pushing her to fall on the bed and then overpowered her with a violent movement.

Deefa closed both eyes, already imagined her husband would again do something rude to her but she did not intend to stop him hoping after this her husband could be calmer and can be talked to.

Just let her husband do what to her body because he is his wife and the man is entitled to her.

Both Deefa's hands embrace the husband's neck channeling the discomfort that whack in his body due to the treatment of the man on it who began to move uncontrollably.

Raffan stared at Deefa's face below him as he had achieved what he wanted, staring at her heartily and affectionately, his hands even moving to stroke the wife's hair that was messy because of his actions.

Deefa felt her husband's hands soft and there was no strength like when she came home, a moment of calm until she felt her husband rise from her body then Deefa opened her eyes and found the husband was re-wearing his clothes.

After finishing wearing clothes, Raffan looked at the wife who gave a smile to him, step closer to the wife and put on a blanket to cover her entire body and even cover up to the limit of the neck and then take clothes belonging to his wife and he used to cover the head, and then he used to cover the head, covering the hair clearly visible to his eyes.

Deefa is confused not to understand the actions of the husband, are they not husband and wife? but why did Raffan act as if they were not a legitimate couple who should not see each other's bodies.

"Listen to me because I won't repeat it."

Raffan's lips moved to make a sound while Deefa blinked not understanding the condition of the body that was perfectly covered even with only a blanket and her own clothes left only part of the face.

"From today on I, Raffan Alawi divorces you, Adeefa Ranaya." Raffan went to the door.

Deefa's lips quivering with a rapidly pumping heart making the blood flow uncontrollably, she is like being struck by thousands of volts of lightning, scorching her soul and body.

The man said very firmly without any doubt at all, though inside he felt very heavy and unable but he did not want Deefa to continue taking things for granted, he thinks he is not strong and weak.

He's a husband that his wife wants to listen to, he forbids for good but his wife has gone too far.

"Mas." his voice sounded raucous, quivering and softly powerless to hold back the roar of tears that instantly came out uncontrollably.

Raffan stopped at the door, "we're over!" he said he left quickly and no longer wanted to turn his head even though he heard cries from his wife, no, no longer his wife but his ex-wife.

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