The Tarnished Wife

Bonchap 8's

“Why you?” zayn asked to see Rara who had not spoken since she was in the game until they were home, even in their own room.

“Hmm ... nothing,” Rara's answer is still the same as before, because this is Zayn's question umpteenth time.

Zayn landed himself on the edge of the bed. He was still watching his wife struggling with some clothes that had just been ironed by the Aunt to put in her closet.

Zayn smiled at the jealous wife. It wasn't a day or two that he got to know Rara. He knows enough about the character of the woman who became his wife. Since childhood, Rara is indeed the smartest to hide sadness. The woman was most adept at enduring defeat so that others saw her as looking fine, even though Zayn was convinced that the wife was not doing well.

“If it's nothing, you might not be silent like this,” said Zayn.

“What do you want to talk about?” rara asked with a face that did not look at Zayn at all. He was still moving in front of the closet while tidying up the clothes inside.

Inside the closet was quite a mess, let alone a piece of Zayn's pile of clothes. The man is never neat if he takes his own clothes. If Rara is not prepared, Zayn takes the origin of the clothes he wants to use and leaves the top or bottom of the pile of clothes in a mess.

“Zayn, if you take rich clothes of a child. Messy all,” grumbles Rara breaking out the conversation about Rara's disappointment knowing that her husband lent her his shirt to another woman.

Zayn approached his wife who was grumbling. Then, wrap his hands around that waist and stick his chin on Kana Rara's shoulder. “Yes, I'm a rich kid. That's why I need you.”

Rara just turned her lips around without replying to the words. Meanwhile, Zayn gnashed his neck and bit him.

“Ah. Zayn, pain.”

Rara tries to get away from her husband. However, Zayn's two hands were getting tighter and tighter hugging him.

“Detach, Zayn.”

“Ngga.” Zayn.

“Zayn,” whine Rara.

“I know you are angry with me,” said Zayn.

“Ngga.” Rara pretended to dodge.

“I know you better, Honey. Even you yourself may not know me that much, like I know you.”

Rara just turned her face to her husband. “Masa?”

Zayn laughed. “Sok strong. Though ngga.” He pinched the tip of his wife's nose long enough.

“Sickness, Zayn.” Rara rubbed the tip of her nose that was almost reddened by the husband.

“Biarina. Abis gemes's. Say nothing when again kesel.”

Rara is still pouting. “Which wife does not work if she knows her husband lends her shirt to another woman.”

Now, Rara is showing her upset face to Zayn. “Keep, you never told me about that either.”

“If I tell you, you remain angry and jealous,” replied Zayn.

Rara breaks away from Zayn's embrace. “But at best, I'm not in shock because I already know from your mouth rather than know from the mouth of the woman.”

“Name Gladys,” says Zayn liri.

“Bodo. Want the name Rose, Jasmine cake. Ga cares,” said Rara ketus.

Zayn smiled. “Galak. But you're getting sexy if you're this fierce,” god.

Rara glanced at her husband and again put on a hostile face. “That woman likes you. Can be seen from the way he looked at you.”

“Masa? Ngga ah's. That's how you feel, honey.” Zayn again approached Rara and tried to grab her body for a hug.

However, Rara dodged while still nagging. “If I were the one who tipped off my shirt to another man. You're angry too, right?”

“Ngga,” replied Zayn confidently by shaking his head. Even though let alone Rara giving attention to other men, giving a smile to other men, Zayn will be angry and pouty.

“Bener yes?” rara asked defiantly as she stepped out of the room. He is upset by Zayn's annoying attitude.

“Where are you?” zayn asked to see Rara leaving the room.

Zayn was still sitting on the edge of the bed grabbing his phone that was on the nightstand.

“You make brownies.”

“Ngapain makes brownies malem-malem?” asked Zayn again with a face in front of the phone screen, because he just turned on the object.

“Make in love to the next door neighbor, yesterday he said my brownies are delicious,” replied Rara with a ignorant smile as she was about to open the door of the room.

Because, Zayn is very jealous of the next door neighbor who is a two-child widower because Zayn often catches the widower looking at Rara unblinking when the wife is watering the garden or on the terrace. It looks like Zayn will raise the barrier between his house and the neighboring house, so that Rara's movements are invisible to the widower. And, even worse, the widower often praised Rara in front of him when they accidentally passed each other while jogging.

“Zayn, downin.” Rara whining.

However, Zayn ignored and instead slammed the body into the bed and squeezed Rara's body with both legs bent.

“Zayn, ish.” Rara hit her husband slowly and tried to get up. However, Zayn grinned while pushing Rara's body back.

“Zayn, I'm going to the kitchen.” Rara tried to get up again. However, Zayn pushed him back to his back and overcame the body.

“Awas aja you make her cake again! The one yesterday was first and last,” said Zayn annoyed.

Two days ago, Zayn was shocked when the widower came to this house and returned the dishes. Apparently, Rara gave her a cake. Rara, who likes to give, never thought that far to her next door neighbor. Only Zayn was too carried away when Rara was noticed by other men.

Rara smiled. “Although why?”

“Pake ask again, why? She is the same as you.”

Rara laughed again. “Masa? Ngga ah's. That's how you feel, honey.” He multiplied Zayn's words earlier.

“Wah ngajak duel,” said Zayn annoyed to hear Rara reverse his words.

Rangan Zayn pulled the string of Rara's evening kimono dress on her stomach.

Suddenly, Rara immediately closed her breast that was not wearing a cloth after the kimono was released. “Zayn ah's. Don't give it up!”

Zayn smiled grinning. “Biarina. That's a punishment for Cleopatra who started misbehaving.”

“The naughty one is you. Why am I being punished? You are first.”

Zayn laughed again. He was getting more and more anxious to see his wife's expression. Then, Zayn opened both hands of Rara covering the asset at the top of it. Two chewy objects that often become Zayn's toys at night and in the morning.

“Zayn, ah.” Rara's sigh resigned when Zayn forcefully pulled his hands until the part was plastered in front of Zayn's face.

“I will make you can not walk tomorrow morning,” led Zayn with a grin.

“Zayn, no!” rara Whine. “Besok morning I promise you to anter Zac and Zoey to school.”

“Let me take them.” Zayn's hand is already in that sensitive part and playing it.

“Ah, Zayn.” Rara never put up with the touch of her husband. He admitted, Zayn was very good at making him passionate.

Zayn kept smiling. His fingers continued to move there, until a voice came from Rara's mouth accompanied by his eyes that glare.

“Zayn,”

“Hmm .. call me Daddy.”

“Dad. Eum .. Stop!” pinta Rara lirih's.

“No.” Zayn.

“You're bummering, Dad.” Rara grimaced as the vibrations below held her husband's chest.

Zayn smiled winning. He managed to make Rara explode and gasp.

“You're the one who cheated, why I was punished.” Rara hit her husband again.

“Because I'm not gonna fuck around. Having you is hard, Ra. And I will not waste what I already have only for others I do not know.”

Rara was moved to hear Zayn's words. However, the taste of haru changed with his lips that back pouting. “Indeed I'll fuck around? I can't do anything either.”

“Yes you are not. But the man can be reckless if you signal,” said Zayn.

Rara nodded. “Yes you are right. Someone used to like me. Though I didn't give her the signal, but she was reckless and raped me.”

Zayn's lips fell back. “Smartly answer yes now.”

Rara laughed too.

“Then I will act recklessly again like I used to,” Zayn said as he began his action.

“Zayn,” shouted Rara who could not dispel her husband's infuriating desires.