The Love of Stepchildren

Red Marks On The Neck

Dinda opened her eyes as sunlight entering through the air fentilation hit her face. He realized he was lying on the bed with Agus still sound asleep beside him.

"Why am I here?" Dinda was a little confused. She did not remember anything other than her stroking the man's hair slowly.

Dinda got out of bed slowly, she did not want to sleep well husband disturbed by him. He walked to the bathroom and prepared to clean himself up.

The long-haired woman was shocked as she stood in front of the sink mirror, she found many red marks on her neck. The sign is a kiss. It turns out that when Dinda sleeps, Agus looks for an opportunity in narrowness to spice it up quietly.

Strange, why can't Dinda feel it at all? Is Dinda too sleepy to not feel the touch and touch of the fingers wrinkles Agus?

Dinda's face flushed with embarrassment. How could he leave his mark on such an open area? What if someone sees it later? Dinda will definitely be the guyonan material in the back.

After the shower, Dinda changed clothes. He glanced resentfully at Agus who was still snoring on the bed for a while, then he went to the kitchen to make breakfast.

Ningrum had already started cooking there, Dinda approached him and invited him to a light conversation.

"Where are you? How long have you been working here?" Dinda asked an ART man who was much younger than her.

"I'm East Java Non, I have only one month of work here, only one payday," said Ningrum.

"Hopefully in the future we can be good friends, yes, in this house only you will be my chatting friends besides Agus later.

"Yes, No." Ningrum nodded.

"Here, let me help you prepare breakfast," Dinda arranged a few plates and spoons on the dinner table.

"No need, let me. Later if it is found out that the big boss Non is working in the kitchen, I will be angered," Ningrum was a little scared. From the beginning, Agus always wanted Ningrum to refuse when Dinda offered to help with homework.

"No one dares to scold you if I ask for it myself" Dinda carved a sweet smile.

Finished preparing the cutlery, Dinda made a teapot of warm sweet tea. Then he put it on the table and arranged a few empty cups next to the teapot.

Dinda fell silent, her memory returning to her usual morning activities with her family. Did Mom and Dad have breakfast? What's Mom cooking today? so I guess the content of Dinda's mind at this time.

"Morning," Agus appeared suddenly with the face of the typical sumringah of the newlyweds. The man was happy because last night managed to taste the scent of his wife's body, although not completely.

Not why he turned back, Dinda even pouted. It makes Agus anxious and pinch his wife's cheeks that are similar to the bakpao mound.

"Why you?" Ask Agus. He pretended not to know the cause of Dinda's broken mood today.

Dinda brought her neck closer to Agus, hoping that the man would see a lot of red marks stuck there. Agus grimaced, he understood with the intention of Dinda. But what Agus did was not a mistake, they were both legal to be husband and wife.

Does a husband need permission to touch his wife? Agus thought it was not necessary. A wife belongs to her husband, and vice versa.

Ningrum continued to lower his face, he did not dare to look at his master who was hot on teasing each other. After finishing arranging the rice and side dishes on the dining table, Nia immediately escaped from the kitchen that was fused with the dining room.

Before long, Axel walked into the dining room. He was still bending his face, the look of an annoyed face was still plastered there. Dinda thought, Agus will not open the door of the child's room, Dinda had planned to take breakfast to Axel's room earlier.

Axel was burning with jealous flames, especially when his eyes accidentally saw a red mark strewn across his stepmother's neck. Axel's appetite was instantly gone, his hungry stomach was suddenly full.

Brakkk...

Axel kicked down the dinner table violently, then he waltzed off somewhere. Dinda looked at her husband, the man was acting ordinary. It was as if he did not care about his son's rude and disrespectful attitude.

***

Axel drives his motorcycle at high speed. He walked down the busy road that morning with ugalan. Let alone thinking about the safety of other riders, on his own safety Axel did not care.

Right now the contents of his head were filled with Dinda's name, only Dinda, nothing else. So deep is Axel's love for Dinda, but the girl doesn't know it. Or even not care.

Long drove on the highway, Axel pulled his vehicle over to a Cafe. The cafe belonged to one of his friends, his name was Hendrik.

In addition to looking for breakfast, the intention of Axel coming to the place was to pour his ungodly heart and heart on his friend.

"What's wrong with your face? Why is it so ugly?" Ledek the big tall man while putting a cup of coffee and toast on the table.

"Stop teasing me, I don't like being joked around today" Axel snorted in annoyance.

"Are you in trouble? Tell me, who knows if I can help" Hendrik offered his close friend a helping hand.

"You must have known what my problem is" said Axel lazy. He folded his hands on the table and leaned his head.

"Is it still about that ex-lover who became your stepmother?" Hendrik.

"Yes,"

"Gosh, Axel. Like there are no other women in this world! Forget Dinda, open your heart to another woman,"

"I can't!"

"It's not possible, but you don't want to try it yourself,"

"Don't lecture me, you can say that to me because you haven't dated!"

"You are, given good advice, unwilling. I'm so lazy to talk to a stubborn guy like you!"

Hendrik left Axel alone, better to serve his other Cafe guests than to accompany Axel chat. Men like Axel are very difficult to accept input from others, wasting time alone.

Axel ate his breakfast to the end, his hungry flat stomach now feeling full. Axel tried to reflect on Hendrik's words earlier, the man's advice was not wrong, Axel was reluctant to let Dinda go from his heart and mind.

Seriate....