Women & Destiny (Edit-revision Process)

Lotions

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No matter what bottles and lotions he spattered and his feet that he had not had time to smear.

Anin replied that her husband did not want to lose, as if he was the one in power, only he was entitled to the man who was surrounded by such a great desire.

Anin placed both hands on the man's neck. Letting his body lift and surrender when laid on top - his bed.

Anin smiled at her husband.

"You deliberately teased me," his voice raspy.

Anin flicked her shoulders and smiled as she stared intensely at her husband. His fingers along the man's stocky shoulder still wrapped in a white shirt, continued until he found the buttons and began to unbutton them one by one.

Bima - not not paying attention to every movement that Anin is doing, "You know, I'm hard-earned to hold all that," then gently kissed his wife's forehead.

Anin led her husband to remove the cloth covering her body which still looks bluish marks here and there. His handsome face still leaves a sign that the owner has been beaten to death.

She went back down her husband's body, gently stroking his upper body. His chest was a plane, his stomach was flat with his loamy muscles.

Bima closed in on the sensation at every touch that his wife caused.

Not until there, Anin resumed his action by gently stroking his back and stunned when his fingers touched the thickened skin there. Was it a lash?  Which received the man who was defending with both hands supporting his body weight over Anin's body so as not to overlap the woman and her stomach.

Bima again kissed the friendly lips of his wife, then frowned very gently so that every taste and aroma of the woman could clearly feel the crackling in her mouth. But not for Anin. The girl recalled the incident the other day that greeted her current thoughts as long as she stroked, palpating the lash scar that had not completely recovered it.

….Flashback two days before today.

When she and her husband had just arrived at her parents' house in Bandung, which turned out that besides her family, her father and mother-in-law were present there, except for one of his brothers who was absent because he was outside the city.

Other than usual, the aura of the house back then was so cold and a condition of horror with everyone's gaze on him, as if wanting to swallow his body whole as he stepped in.

Anin grew confused when she had just sat between her mother and mother-in-law and greeted them alternately.

Why the hell is this, what's the matter exactly? Why so tense.

No different from his wife, Bima was also surprised to see the driver and aide of his parents outside, it means his parents are also inside.

What is??

After removing the contents of the luggage assisted by a driver and aide, Bima then took him in and placed him temporarily in the corner.

The husband and wife looked at each other confused.

Bima then approached the older brother who was closest to him, intending to shake his hand, continuing to hug each other in a male way.

The elder brother stood up from his seat but not to warmly welcome the sister-in-law but rather to reward a very strong crushing blow on his face.

BUAGHS!

Anin screamed hysterically. His voice split the silence.

Bima staggered, her lips torn out blood. And now he knows because people are gathered here now because he saw a white paper on a brown envelope with the logo of a law firm he hired to take care of his wife's lawsuit.

So now, they already know?! I just didn't expect it to be this fast. Before I even managed to fix things.

Bima looked at her father with her eyes beginning to twitch.

The man returned his gaze with a flash of anger in both his eyes, his jaw hardened, his teeth chattering. He must have been very angry at her.

Bima moved her gaze to her father-in-law who was also no less terrible. And he saw the worried face of his wife.

At least, you're still worried about me, I'm glad to know.

Remembering all the way Anin just silence, talk as necessary, say enough, answer as usual. It was a long and exhausting journey.

Now the man in front of him is gathering energy and it seems that he will not stop just here.

Bima guess right because the next second, his brother-in-law again tried to hit again. Bima protected his face with his hands and managed to repel the attack.

Actually if he wants to fight for sure he can win the fight with two three strokes. Remembering his body is sturdier than his brother-in-law.

"You're rude, still dare to fight back, huh!!" maki Alin's eldest brother who looked increasingly emotional. Then landed a blow on the man's stomach without giving him time to dodge or defend himself.

Bima grimaced, holding onto the punch marks she received, "Mas"

"Suck!!" The eldest son of the Otis family grabbed a baseball bat nearby, then swung it to the man's head but Bima managed to protect his head with an arm that now began to ache, pain until felt up to the marrow due to the blow of the stick. Maybe the bones are cracked.

Anin shouted hysterically calling her sister.

Apparently managed to resuscitate her brother who was filled with anger.

Anin was angry even his emotions got to the crown. She did not accept her husband being suddenly beaten.

His sister immediately released the stick he was holding and changed to punch Bima's stomach again.

BUGH!!

A hard blow that managed to make Bima sit down to endure the pain.

"That's a reply to what you've done," then the man raised the body of his sister-in-law to again launch his fist towards the jaw of Bima. The hard punch that managed to make Bima stagger backwards.

Bima rubbed her mouth that suddenly tasted salty.

"And this is a lesson in what you did that hurt my sister and her future son."

Bugh!

Bima again received a blow on her stomach. And this time he staggered until he fell down.

From behind her brother's body, appeared a man with a large stature, approached Bima who was still curled up then kicked the stomach quite hard, right about the heart. The kick succeeded in making Bima groan in pain and then spewing red liquid from her mouth.

The next second, Bima felt her head being hit. The temples are warm and watery.

Bima's eyes were covered in blood. He tried to bang with the help of one arm to support his body.

The man who was being covered in wrath then pulled off his belt which was more like wicker in another form that was thinner and pliable. "Like this, right, what you did to my daughter-in-law, Hah!!" the old man swung the object until it sounded loud and slashing when it whipped on Bima's back.

"How many times have you whipped him!!!" snapped it. And again, he whipped his son's body mercilessly.

Anin's screams and cries did not even work at all to resuscitate her father-in-law. If not her body was held by her mother-in-law, Anin would have been scattered.

"It feels great that you dare hurt a woman!!" Again, the lash received Bima's body. Until the liquid from behind his clothes translucent and wet the blue shirt he was wearing.

Bima was tired, her eyes had blurred and almost collapsed. The pain he felt behind his body. But he was still trying to wake up and fell again when he got lashes again.

His fiery-looking father swung his belt again, "It's not appropriate that you hurt my future granddaughter!"

The sound of the whipping again slashed the ears. Anin especially.

The old man raised his hand high and stopped in mid-air, "In fact, up to this old age, I have never scratched the body of any woman with my hand." Old Basuki again swung his hand once more to whip his son without mercy.

Bima was no longer able to move her body. Pain strikes every part of his body. But not how much pain I felt in his heart considering that he had hurt his wife in the same way and it was inconceivable by him how the woman was in pain and received all the pain.

The old man again was about to swing his belt when Anin managed to escape - or was accidentally released - and protected her husband's body, crying out to stop everything.

"WHAT!?" The old man did not believe his own ears. "It's ironic that you're still defending him, step aside, son!" snapped it. "I'll make him regret his actions for the rest of his life."

Bima moved as much as he could and hinted at his wife to get out of the way. Because he knows what if his father is angry, he will not let him get away with it, Anin's fault is targeted.

Anin tightened her embrace on her husband. "Don't Pa, please!" Anin was crying again. "He was drunk, he was not aware of what he was doing, and he was sick at the time." Anin explained. "Trust Anin, Pa, I beg you, I can prove it, because I know the pain" Anin said in his sobs.

"What kind of pain is that, which allows him to be brutal!!" growled old Basuki sir. "Why don't you just poison him, or you'll be shot dead!!!" coined.

"Stop NAK!!" snapped it.

Anin remained unmoved and then cried so badly.

"That's it, Pih. is enough, you can make him die." Said her mother-in-law, bitter in her tone could not be hidden. "That's enough...Thats enough. Forgive him." His voice began to tremble as he held back the crying. "And I don't want to, my granddaughter was born without a father.." eventually sobbed as well.

Old Basuki gave up, he could not bear, feeling sorry for his son-in-law who even had a very soft and forgiving heart - if he had to be a widow at a young age and his granddaughter... Old Basuki couldn't imagine that.

The next second, the old man threw away his belt in annoyance and sat down on a nearby chair. "Listen well, I forgive you for your wife's plea, not because you're my flesh and blood. REMEMBER THAT!!!!" mean it.

Anin was still weeping over her exhausted husband with blood dripping and flowing from her temple.

After regaining his composure, old Basuki instructs the driver and his aide to get his son into the car and take him to a nearby hospital.

Anin and other families. In addition to his brother who did not follow, he was still shocked and surprised not to play when watching - a father had the heart to babysit his own son so bad. Even he only intended to teach his sister-in-law a lesson, not want to torture her.

It must not be easy for a Bima to pass through his life as a child with his father's harsh temperament and –seems like– authoritarian.

However, old Basuki did not fail very much in educating his son. The proof is that Bima thrives and is healthy in her athletic body, she also achieved success at a young age. And managed to build his own company.

……..end.

Anin awoke from her long daydream, when she felt a suction on the skin of her neck, she hurriedly left the man's back and moved to grip her husband's shoulder to push him firmly to then reverse his position. Now it's on top.

Bima accepted the resignation of his body which is now in his wife's seat.

Anin glanced spoiled then smiled.

"Ho.ho, bad girl," he said. "Let's see, what can you do for this helpless poor man."

First first, Anin tipped the wound on the temple of Bima, continuing to kiss the cheek that is blue, then at the corner of the lips that are still visible small scratches.

Anin pulled one of her husband's hands, for then she peeked her from the fingertips to the shoulder limit and paused for a moment on the bruise on her arm fortunately not until the crack–cracks her bones thought Anin.

Anin again explored her husband's body with her lips, smearing every inch of his neck muscles that stiffened, his chest that was densely filled, his stomach that was like bread torn to the stomach under her husband.

Slowly but surely, her hands worked to open her belt and remove her husband's trousers.

With Bima's help, Anin managed to remove the cloth along with the inner cloth that directly covered her husband's lower body.

Anin again continued the adventure of her lips that had been cut off until they reached the bottom of her husband's property.

Anin then decided to just stop there, then change his adventure into a hot game that if allowed to be more and more crazy men.

Bima sighed softly at the treatment she received. For whatever reason, he was willing to give up everything. Even receiving another whipping blow he was willing, if after that his wife would treat him so gently. Pamper him to make him soar high.

You're so lucky little brother, I'm the one who's taking your pampered pain. Mumbled Bima in the middle of his sigh.

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The two lay staring at each other, Bima looked at his wife's ignorant. "This time you're amazing" he murmured. "Tomorrow again, huh?"

Anin hit Bima's stomach, "Issh.maunya."

Bima grimaced in pain receiving his wife's punch, a second later he laughed beside her while rubbing Anin's back still in his arms.

Bima hugged his wife's body tighter.

There's silence.

Not because there is nothing to talk about. So much is.

"Hmmm.. Can I ask you something?" pinta Bima's

Anin looked at the jail behind her husband, "Pay." Anin replied smiling sweetly.

Bima thought for a moment, "Yes, it's okay, if you take a dime. Your husband is already poor."

"Hhmm. So I married a poor man."

Bima nodded then sighed.

Anim reflexes touch the wound on his temple. "What do you want to ask? Not for that girl!"

Bima chuckles. "Not so, then. I'm afraid, I'm afraid I can't get rations tomorrow morning."

Anin wants to pinch or hit her husband. But he let it be at last. "What do you want to ask?"

Bima cleared her throat, actually a bit timid to ask this.

"Have you forgiven me? then about us. do you still want to continue the agreement_" replied Bima.

Anin's eyes were rounded. Was the girl surprised at his stupidity

But Anin was wide-eyed not because of the first sentence, but because her husband was still reminded of the damn agreement after what he had experienced.

"Of course not." Anin pretended to be angry.

"really?" there was a sense of haru popping in his chest. "Did I hear wrong?" Bima hugged and kissed his wife.

"So far, I've been able to keep that secret all by myself." Anin stroked her husband's chest, "Because I don't want to see my son born wounded like his father."

Bima smiled happily, "For the sake of our son, dear. I made a promise and swore to myself" he said, then again showered his wife with a kiss of love.

Without ignoring her husband's attitude, Anin again stroked and toyed with her husband's abdominal muscles. "Have you thought of a name for our son?"

Bima nyengir's. "You're not my son?" goda.

This time Anin completely pinched her husband's stomach. Anxious. Anin blushed in shame.

Anin again stroked and circled her husband's lower abdomen with her index finger. "Mas.i'm serious," his voice raspy.

Bima held his breath, when his wife's fingers were still playing on his stomach, and he was forced to hold the girl's fingers as his movement increasingly slid down. "Darling, you know what I'm going to do, right.." stared intensely at his wife. "...so, stop teasing me..."

Without any intention of stopping her action Anin tried to release her hand, "What are you going to do to me...."

"It's..." Bima picked up his wife.

And the two wrestle back after coming to terms with their respective hearts and feelings.

Enjoy your beautiful nights as often as you can, for no one knows a big problem is waiting in plain sight.

I don't know when the time will come.

be prepared.

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