THE PEBINOR

Chapter 2 - THE PEBINOR

Melisa makes a cup of coffee for her husband, then puts it near her husband.

"This is the coffee, Mas." Lirih Melisa's.

"Hmmm, pack up tomorrow." 

"Packaged? Where are we going, Mom?" Ask Melisa in wonder.

"I'm on a move to another city, it's up to you to come along, if not yaudah." Dion replied indifferently, making Melisa feel a little annoyed at this husband of hers. 

If you follow the heart, it is very desirable that Melisa did not come and choose to stay here or just go home to her parents, but she can not do that. However, Dion was her husband and she had to follow him wherever he went.

Although his invitation as if not intention, but want how else. Do not say thank you for the coffee made by his wife, staring at him was not at all.

"Good, Mas. Tomorrow I'm packing, what time's the day?" Ask Melisa.

"Same afternoon, same old car." Dion replied, sipping his wife's coffee slowly because it was still hot. 

"What's the cook today?" Ask the man again. 

"Chicken's the same sambel, Mas." 

"Hmm, prepare. I want to eat after the shower." 

"Yes, it's." Answer Melisa. She went to the kitchen to prepare food for her husband, while she would eat after her husband finished eating later. Because Dion didn't want them to eat together, maybe his face made the standard-faced man's appetite disappear.

Melisa looked at her husband who was eating voraciously from afar, a very selfish man. He ate alone with a nice menu, while his wife only with vegetables or leftovers. Fortunately, the brother of the vegetable seller gave him a bonus wing and chicken claw. So Melisa can eat with it now, otherwise as usual she will be a loyal spectator as her husband eats.

And even more painful, Dion doesn't care. He only cared about his stomach, not his wife's stomach. The woman he married two years ago, the woman who was willing to leave her luxurious life to join his simple life with her.

"I'm done, you can eat." Dion said after finishing his dinner. Then Melisa got up from her seat and started eating. 

As usual, Dion always eats first and Melisa will eat last while cleaning the dirty dishes and then washing them. 

"Don't eat her for long, I want you tonight." Dion said before the man left the kitchen. Honestly, Melisa's heart aches like it's sliced. Wants her? In fact, that word was able to make his heart ache. From the beginning, Dion never wanted it.

Even his laughter was taken away after they were married eight months. There is no ordinary first night in waiting by a newly married couple, that day Melisa can still think positive, maybe her husband is not ready.

But after a long time, Melisa was astonished and tried to ask Dion. Not the answer he wanted that he got, but like an insult to Melisa. 

'Why are you asking that? Does your hole feel itchy huh? Cihh, what is it going to do to me, Mel? I'm not sure you're still laughing!' 

Words that still ring in Melisa's memory to this day. Even after doing it for the first time, Dion did so brutally to the point of scuffing her. Melisa had trouble walking for a few days, but did Dion care? No, not at all.

The pain Melisa felt in her area was not worth the pain the man had done to her.

"Look up, sneak his meal!" Dion's jerks made Melisa wake up from her daydream, the woman immediately finished her meal and immediately washed her dishes. 

"Have you been dumbass?" Cynical Dion. 

"Sorry, Mom." 

"Come on, it's not strong." Dion pushed his wife into the room, then closed the door. 

Dion immediately undressed to innocence, again he pushed Melisa into the bed, then pulled his wife's material pants violently.

"Slow down, Mas." Pinta Melisa, but Dion doesn't care. He immediately pulled his wife's bermuda triangle, tore it apart because it pulled too tight.

"Bag.."

"Be quiet, be noisy." 

No warm-ups, just kissing or touching the chest, kissing the neck or anything like that. The man directly pressed his small and short weapon into the property of his wife who had not gotten wet, of course it made Melisa in pain.

"Mas, sick.." Ringis Melisa, but again Dion did not care. He focused on his activities, continuing to suppress his petite weapon to enter, not caring despite having to suppress it violently.

Melisa closed her eyes, she echoed the bedsheets as her pain relief, until finally her husband's petite weapon managed to enter after a few minutes of her failed attempt.

The man immediately moved back and forth quickly, making Melisa again have to endure the pain due to the movement of her husband who seemed very rushed.

"Mas, slow down.."

As Dion spurred on, Melisa also began to enjoy her husband's game. But, it only happened a few seconds before her husband was spurted. 

"Aaarrghhhh.." Dion groaned favourably while continuing to press his weapon deeper, though his weapon still unable to touch the pulse point of his wife, because the size of his weapon that can be said small.

Melisa looked at her husband wryly, to be honest she was not satisfied. Even far from being satisfied, she had not felt what her name climaxed during her marriage to Dion, as her weapons did not last long. Just a few minutes, then get out and done.

Dion pulled out his weapon that began to wrinkle, then wiped it with a negligee in Melisa's wear without any expression. When he finished, the man left the room leaving his wife who was still not moving from the bed. 

Melisa looked at the door that had just closed with nanar, just now she felt ease, but a few seconds later she felt knocked down because her husband even squirted first.

Melisa got up, then opened her negligee that contained her husband's liquid, then changed her clothes with sleeping pajamas. The woman threw the clothes into the dirty clothes. 

"Well?" Dion asked when she saw Melisa coming out of the room, because she usually went straight to sleep after being stammered. 

"Kebelt." Melisa replied briefly, while Dion smoked until the living room was filled with cigarette smoke. 

A few minutes later, Melisa came out of the bathroom. But she didn't see her husband again, maybe she was asleep. 

"Hmmm, the habit of smoking his butts in the gini biarin." Melisa grumbled when she saw cigarette butts scattered. 

Melisa swept the cigarette butts and left them in the corner, tomorrow she'll sweep it out because it's night. Old man said, if sweeping out of the house, is the same as sweeping sustenance.

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