The Huckold Married??

Obeying Husband

Deefa was made to almost die without blinking as soon as she saw what her husband gave in the paper bag, her mouth was not even stopping to say Istighfar to countless number of times she called it.

"Deefa should wear this?" deefa asked the husband who had just chugged water after finishing his dinner.

Deefa thought that Raffan only bought her the same nightgown she used to wear, but in fact all her estimates plunged into the deepest abyss so that she took out not one but five pieces of nightgown with her a very thin material and also very mini with a cleavage that is so wide may even only be able to cover part of his chest, he said, then do not forget the underwear that has the same color of each of the sleepwear, obviously it was a set with the nightgown that her husband called lingerie.

"Why indeed? let's be more challenging." Raffan's eyes and mouth opened together as he said then glanced at the lingerie in the wife's hand.

Deefa shook her head like she refused what her husband wanted, really this was not her at all, all this time she had never seen directly clothes with models like this let alone to have to wear them, so far as she had to wear them, oh my goodness, it feels like Deefa wants to faint just this second as well.

"But Deefa has never worn this," explained the woman whose breathing was already very bad, the oxygen in her lungs was very little and did not suffice.

"If you ever wear something like this weird, I'd suspect you're wearing it for who and with whom" Raffan said.

"Astaghfirullahaladzim," Deefa massaged her chest, though Raffan said it was just to joke but still inappropriate, isn't her husband her but why say the impossible.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean it, by the way," I'm sorry Raffan realized that what he said would be long and lead to a night of talk that would ruin his plans to see his wife wear sexy lingerie buy with a shameless hold, because all the women in the store just kept looking at her who was choosing lingerie even the sexiest and most mini lingerie she had in the store, it was clear why Gerry was trying to stay away from him.

"You gonna take a shower or me?" asked Raffan then with a pretty serious face, he had prepared this carefully so it should be executed well immediately.

Trouble buying lingerie so she won't waste time putting it off or waiting for tomorrow, although last night and this morning he had received rations but the rations seemed never enough for young people like him who always excited in any case including with a sense of pleasure that lately this makes him always think mischievously when he sees his wife.

Huh! luckily he only thought about his wife, if he thought of other women it would be a double sin that he would get.

"Deefa finished eating first yes," said Deefa finally who got an eye from the man who was about to move from his seat.

"No longer trying to make time until I finally sleep because of the delay right?" looks like Raffan's head brain can already read the thoughts in his wife's head.

He who often makes various kinds and many times the reason seems to make him a person who will always be able to guess the way of other people's minds, he said, do not forget that he is Raffan Alawi the king of drama from all dramas.

These kinds of things have been very memorized out of his head, because he often does it gives a lot of reasons to be free from what he does not want to do.

Deefa was speechless not to welcome a question from her husband hinting that what he said was true, he did want to buy time even if he could make his hoodlum husband sleep so as not to wear clothes less material like the one he holds today.

"I am the one who resolved that way, you enter the room there ready," forced Raffan did not want to know how now his wife's heart was pounding very fast with trembling hands.

"Mas's feet are still sick," a Deefa would certainly still try not to wear thin lingerie tonight, because she still has to gather her courage and readiness, he said, well at least tomorrow or tomorrow again until he's ready, maybe?

"Udah healed! there quick!" push away the man who began to be impatient by pulling the hand of his wife who had been sitting on the chair since then did not move half a cent.

"But Mas.." Deefa is really very difficult to be invited to cooperate, why not just obey?

Raffan clucked then started to get a little upset, 'when should I get out of my talent?' sulkul Raffan in his heart when he saw his wife was just standing sculpting.

"Mentaati husband pleases her husband including Deefa worship, you also get a reward!" said Raffan gemas.

"Yes, but I don't have to wear this, Deefa can still miss Mas Raffan" Deefa's great-granddaughter timidly said.

Prak!

Raffan slammed the tissue onto the table, "no need! invited to worship even a lot of reasons, this is what!" Raffan walked briskly half-running up the stairs, but when he was on the middle step the man stood up and said, "you can sin I don't want responsibility." after saying that Raffan continued his steps towards the room.

Brak!

Deefa shrieked in shock at the sound of the door being shut so tightly by her husband.

Deefa's hands even now tremble at her husband's words just now, sin? she thought about the sin she would get when her husband asked but she refused instead, no! not to refuse but she did not comply with her husband's request to wear lingerie.

The woman saw a paper bag with lingerie in it with very striking colors, "just wear this in front of your husband Deefa, there's nothing wrong when only your husband sees it, he's not a madman who will show his wife's body to others, even if it's only been a few months of marriage and your husband is a rogue but you should already know enough about what your husband is like," deep in Deefa's heart, as if she was awakening herself as a wife, made her understand that what she was doing was not wrong.

Deefa caught her breath and took out one of the lingerie with a bright red color and also a small cloth that Deefa knew was underwear but the shape was very strange.

Deefa closed her eyes and prayed after deciding to wear the imperfect nightgown.

While in the room Raffan who had cleaned himself is now listening to music from his phone with a smile that occasionally burst from his lips, he can already guess what will happen next, he said, he is the king of dramas that no one will be able to surpass his ability in terms of theatrics.

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