The Oppressed Heir
Precious trash son-in-law
Nuraeni leaned against her pillow in a tilted position while watching the tattooed man reading the holy verse through his cell phone. The man is also in treatment like himself. Occasionally the man glanced at Nuraeni but decided to refocus to read’annya. His hand that was used to press the button was still wrapped in an infusion hose and his thigh area was still bandaged. Two bullets were lodged there, the other lodged in his back area.
A miracle the Baron could come to his senses after losing a lot of blood. Moreover, the 5 hot lead that had been successfully removed from his body miraculously did not hit the vital area.
The 33-year-old man finally could not stand it anymore and now faces towards Nuraeni, “Can his mother help Saputra?” hiss upset.
“I don't need any help, right I just want to eat aja,” Nuraeni grinned wide.
“Yakin?”
“Yakin,”
“No need to ask questions about me yes,”
“Can't ya?” the grin of Nuraeni is getting wider.
The baron groaned in annoyance. “Mother and child are equally ignorant,” muttered Baron. “I never follow mukulin Putra ya, tuh the Artemis who seems to have a grudge keumat,”
“Si Putra will not be knocked down bikin bocil kayak Temmy, flying hours are more bully the Son,”
Replace Baron who chuckles amusedly, “True too anyway,”
“So, what's the story behind your tattoo? Whole body huh?”
“Iya,”
“Till to private area?”
“Iya,”
“Not sick?”
“That time is over, so no pain,”
“Can not you make all at once dong,”
“Then, every day I mabok,” hiss Baron while turning off his phone, “And every day I make a tattoo about the things that happened that day. Mother-emak nih bawel really,” namelnya.
“From childhood you are already muslim?”
“Since prison I started to feel there is a God around us,”
“Ooooh,”
“Since I was able to hide it, I stopped painting myself,”
“But it works with Damascus. Criminals also dong,”
“If the problem is persecuting I tend to submit to Artemis. My part is related to legality and escort only, hehe,”
“Legality? You ever been to law school?”
Baron nodded, “Once, I took a double degree in Germany. Before jail,”
“What case did you get to jail?”
“Murder,”
“Hm..”
“Hm,”
“You want the detail story to me?”
“Ngak, have been described by Author in the novel ‘The Big Boss For a Countess’. Bu Nur read it himself, live donlot Noveltoon,”
“Udah read anyway but I want to hear the detailed story from your own mouth,”
“Allahu la ilha illa huw\, al-sayyul-qayyipakm\, La ta`khuis sinatuw wa na`m.”.
“Ih, I am not a demon!” sulkan Nuraeni while pounding Baron with a pillow. Baron just chuckled while twitching.
The longer he realized that the figure of the woman next to him is quite interesting actually. Nuraeni is a fun talkative. He is also very friendly and friendly. And his sparkling eyes were hard to resist if he wanted to. Today he asked for Baron's pudding, he exchanged it for soy milk. Baron did not like milk too much but he was forced to drink because said Nuraeni processed soybeans can help the healing process of his wounds. I don't know if that's true but Baron ended up drinking two glasses of soy milk.
And it turns out it doesn't feel that bad when consumed by listening to the joke from Nuraeni about his life journey.
“Bu, you are still young, still 4 heads right? Don't want to find a husband?” ask Baron later. Nuraeni's problems are not like the mothers she's known for. Her skin was still tight and her face was very beautiful.
“I found a husband with a horrible love experience like gini? Think twice,”
“Well, not all men are the same,”
“Not her human problem, but her love-trauma problem. Moreover, I can no longer have children. Since giving birth to the Son, my uterus has been removed due to complications,”
Baron nodded. Then he smiled mysteriously.
“Why smile? Suspicious,” murmured Nuraeni while stroking both of her goosebumps.
“Smiles just can't, bring the mother!” grouse Baron.
**
“Hey,” Nadine greets Saputra from the edge of the bed. The 24-year-old woman appeared to be smiling faintly at her husband who had just woken up due to the influence of his sleeping pills. The son only looked at Nadine with regret. He did not know Ali very well, only knew at a glance. But Putra could imagine the position of Nadine and Damascus who lost their own family.
The son could not even imagine if his mother was wondering. Damascus lost a child.
Putra's room is indeed made separate from Nuraeni's room, because it uses references from Eterny.
With a feeling of sadness, Putra wiped away the tears that had dripped down Nadine's cheeks.
“We?”
“I, Artemis, and my three friends from Eterny,” explained Saputra.
“Ah.. yes,” muttered Nadine.
“I feel I should tell your father as soon as possible since we heard Widiyanti trying to attack your father,”
“Hm,” Nadine was then in a depressed position. He really can't go anywhere anymore.
When he felt that way, at night, all he remembered was the warm embrace of Saputra he received at the hospital. Frankly, Nadine never got much affection. He doesn't even remember how a ‘ibu’ feels. When he was upset he turned to booze to forget everything.
He doesn't know where else to go.
As a woman, there are many things that cannot be handled alone in life. Therefore he tends to be tempted to get a splash of the word ‘love’. Anthony Ega, Widiyanti's husband.
“Put... I don't know what I am now,” isak Nadine.
“Now, you have me, as a friend, as a friend. You can pour it all out on me,”
“I'm confused,”
“Also... one more, I seem to be canceling our wedding,”.
Nadine raised her head and raised her eyes, “Why?!”
The son looked down and took a deep breath, then smiled and looked at Nadine.
“I've been vowing since I agreed to the marriage contract. If only, someday, I would start loving you.
The young man stroked Nadine's cheek. The softness of his skin felt like a carefully woven silk cloth.
“There is much debate in my religion about marrying at least a woman who is pregnant with someone else's child. There are schools that say yes and some say no. After some deliberation, I'd better marry you legally after our son is born,”
“Our son?”
“Yes I am his stepfather, hehehehe,”
Nadine's cheeks slowly blushed red, then she turned her face away, “You fell in love with me?”
“Who wouldn't fall in love with you? You're beautiful like this, all right. Would you like to pay for my mother's hospital fee,” his son. “If our marriage is annulled, I hope I can return it by way of installments,”
“Not to be returned, you have sacrificed for my father,” said Nadine.
“That's right, which man won't be lured to you, until Anthony Ega's classmate just silenced,”
Nadine smiles shyly, “I'm not really in love with her,”
“How about me?” ask Son
Nadine glanced at Putra and then cleared her throat. “What do you have until confident once I will love you too?”
The son leaned his body closer to Nadine.
But the young man was just silent, he stopped there in that position while staring at Nadine.
However, his view implied many things.
Saputra Roganvaldar was waiting for Nadine. It was the initiative of the woman that he was waiting for.
The movement of Nadine will open her way forward, and solidify her heart towards her next plans.
That's when Nadine approached.
Smiling so softly.
And kiss the lips of the Son.
A sweet light kiss, with all her surrender. There's no lust there, just sincerity.
The time is only a moment, but the feeling left on each skin feels very real and impregnated.
“This is the first time I kissed a girl on the lips,” muttered Saputra.
“Hem, thank you. Already let go of your first time to me,” Nadine, with a face still blushing, down. His whole life only this time he was embarrassed uncontrollably because of kissing the lips of men, even though he was often in contact with many men.
Living with hedonism and the glitter of the world was nothing foreign to him. But getting this pure affection is a different thing in his life. He is not used to experiencing it.
“Turn turns out it feels good yes, hehe,” connect Son.
“You will often get that from me from now on,” Nadine said.
“Can one more time?” ask Saputra while approaching.
“Hem,” Nadine just muttered while kissing Son again.
Then once more.
And once again.
It is not enough just once. The next day they had tongue wounds.
THE CKLEKK!!
The door of the Son's room was opened, and Damascus went inside, “Have not been his love? I want to talk to the trash son-in-law!” his growling voice sounded very upset.
