You're Me She

63. Night is sick

The son groaned, when every drop of pleasure was being felt. His entire body was squeezed, even with his bones and joints. He was lying next to Alia who was feeling the same way as him. Now the red liquid began to wet the sheets, a sign of her having just lost the virginity that she had been maintaining. Alia grimaced as she saw the sheets stained with red liquid that had just come out of her limbs. Then he looked at the Son who seemed indifferent to him.

"Darling..." Call her.

The son turned his head and raised both eyebrows, while looking closely at Alia.

"What?"

"Bloods.." Said Alia while pointing to the bedsheets.

"Oh.." That is all that comes out of the lips of the Son. The man lazily got out of the bed and walked towards the restroom. Alia was flabbergasted when she saw the indifference of the Son. Slowly her tears dripped from the corner of her beautiful eyes.

"So don't you care?" Inner Alia. At that moment, he began to feel a great pain. The pain in her heart overcame the pain in every inch of her beautiful body.

"So, what does this mean?" Inner Alia again. Tears continued to flow more and more, until he sobbed on the bed.

A moment later, the Son came out from inside the restroom. Then he looked at Alia who was still lying with her body covered in a blanket. The son walked over to Alia who was wiping away her tears.

"Why cry?" Ask the Son with no feelings at all.

Alia looked at the Son intently, as she began to hate the man.

"Why?" Alia asked in disbelief.

"Yes, aren't we doing it without coercion?"

The deg!

Alia sat up with a face that seemed to endure the pain. Then he looked back at the Son with an annoyed look.

"You don't love me, why are you doing it to me?" Ask Alia, sobbing.

The son fell silent, then he let out a long sigh and cast his gaze into the corner of the room.

"You want to."

"Me?" Alia seemed to be in disbelief with the answer of the Son who seemed to blame her.

"Me?" Ask Alia again. His chest felt tight, tears were increasingly rushing down his cheeks.

"Yes you. It's all your fault that it's too cheap*n."

The deg!

"You!"

PLAKKKKKKKK...!

Alia landed a hard slap on the Son's cheek. His eyes bulged and his breathing grew increasingly tight. He did not expect that he was so worthless in the eyes of the Son. Even he is considered a person who is guilty of the occurrence of this forbidden relationship.

"You!" Alia was about to throw a slap on the handsome face of the Son. But, this time the man swiftly caught the hand of the already unholy tang girl.

"Never play with me! This is because you always impose your will on me. It's all your fault! You are guilty! This is the risk of women who are too easy to pursue men. In fact, too obsessed to have. Who lost you! I have no trace!"

Alia looked at the Son with vengeance. But one side he loved the man. It is true, when a woman is unable to appreciate herself in front of a man, of course she becomes worthless in the eyes of the man himself. Although actually men are also wrong, when taking advantage of the weakness of the woman herself. Women play too much feelings, while men only express lust. Unless he meets a woman who is truly capable of making sincerity present in his heart.

"Already! There out! I no longer need you. What's still lacking, I'm ready to serve you."

Alia shook her head. His heart truly felt an infinite pain. He got out of bed and packed his clothes on the floor. Then she put on her clothes with tears flowing down her cheeks.

"What's? You want to tell your papa? Say it! Let me die! I'm tired of you being too obsessed with having me. Even the sneaky, you're holding me here! You think I can't get my revenge on you and your papa. You are sneaky, I can be sneaky too!"

"I swear, one day, you're begging me!" Alia said with a trembling voice. Then the girl left the room.

The son only laughed when he heard the threat of Alia which made no sense to him at all. He thinks everything is just nonsense. There was no way he would beg Alia, a spoiled and cheap woman in her eyes. While he will soon have Tasya, an honorable and elegant woman.

"Will not be Alia..." Inner Son.

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It was late at night, the clock showed at one in the morning. Banyu hurried to say goodbye to Anton, the owner of the house. After he listens to Anton's complaints about many things, including work and Tasya, the woman Anton loves. Without Anton realizing it, the woman he told Banyu was the woman Banyu also loved. As well as the woman who would become the future fiancee of the Son, which Anton knew, in the future the man would become his son-in-law.

"Thank you Bay.."

"Sama-sama mas," said Banyu, shaking Anton's hand tightly.

"You're great, whatever busy you are, you're always there for me. Oh right, how's your sister doing that you tell me so often?"

Banyu was stunned for a moment when Anton asked about the Son. Anton never met the Son. However, Banyu often complained about the Son to Anton. Just like Anton did to Banyu. They tell each other about anything that makes them disturbed or find solutions about anything.

"Ah. yes. She'll be engaged soon." Sahut Banyu with the wrong attitude.

"When you introduce me to her, yeah..."

"Ready. mas bro.." Banyu smiled awkwardly and walked towards the door of the luxury house, accompanied by Anton who was about to deliver Banyu to the front door of his house.

When he arrived in front of the house, Banyu immediately entered his sedan car and opened the glass of his car. He smiled and waved at Anton.

"Bye bye.." Banyu said as he drove his car slowly.

"See you and thank you."

Anton smiled to take off his best friend. Then he went back into his house after he locked the door. He walked into the family room. At that moment he saw Alia running towards his room. But there wasn't the slightest bit of strange thoughts on Anton. He thought Alia was in a hurry to return to her room. After all, he did not see Alia coming out of the Son's room. He felt safe, even though he was keeping the Wolf in his own house. Without him knowing, that night was a night of destruction for his own daughter.

That's how life, when playing a woman, does not rule out the possibility if your own child becomes the target of the same man as you.