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Second Wife Temptation

Second Wife Temptation

(Can only be read in GOODDREAMER )

"I'll take a shower!" The handsome man who had just put on the boxer pants went down the bed, walking towards the bathroom shortly after peeking at Bia's forehead.

The blood on Bia's body felt rustling feeling the warm touch of Bustan's lips on his forehead. The woman blushed.

Bustan turned his head and looked at Bia intensely while on the doorstep of the bathroom, making Bia so misbehaved, what else Bia witnessed a sturdy jaw, field chest and a sexy flat stomach.

"Want to take a shower?" asked Bustan, the man who just a few hours ago said the sacred promise of marriage. The man who a few minutes ago gave warmth in love on the first night of the bride.

Bia shook her head with a red blushing skin. The smile on her tiny lips perfectly printed watched her husband's dashing back until it disappeared behind the closed door.

The ringing of the cell phone distracts Bia. None other than Bustan's cell phone.

Cece. Name on the screen.

Bia grabs the phone, takes it to the bathroom door. "Mas, there's a phone!"

Bustan who was in the shower did not hear Bia's cry outside.

All right, no problem for Bia to answer the phone on the husband's phone. He shifted the green button on the sophisticated flat object. Just as his mouth opened to say hello, the voice across was already answering.

"Mas Bustan, I was in an accident. Get to Sentosa Hospital now, baby! Need you. Hicks...!"

The darling?

The voice of the woman across surprised Bia. His chest was suddenly hot, like a squeezed-remass. His organs suddenly went limp. Who is that girl?

"Darling, my car's broken. Legs hurt! Come quickly! Huhuhu..." The crying woman across sounded bitter.

Bia. After managing to expel the tightness in the chest, he said, "Who is this?"

"Cce. His wife Mas Bustan. You must be Sabiya, right? Where's Mas Bustan? I want to talk to him. Give the phone to Mas Bustan."

The deg!

Almost like being struck by lightning. Bia's heart was beating hard. Pain and shock at the same time. Want to slam Bustan's cell phone, but dhikr in his heart can beat emotions. Patience, Bia. Be patient!

Athaghfirullah..!

"Yes, I'm Sabiya. His wife Mas Bustan. Then how can you claim to be Mas Bustan's wife?" sahut Bia with a choked voice.

"Here you go, you'll understand later. I want to talk to Mas Bustan." The woman ignored Sabiya just like that. He just wants to talk to Bustan.

The phone connection was cut off as the network suddenly deteriorated.

How could the man who had just married Bia already have a wife? Not many things Bia knew from Bustan's previous figure. Because the time of their introduction was short. Bustan is present in Bia's life as a polite and kind man.

One month they were in taaruf. Bustan has been able to introduce Bia to the sense that her name is in love. Diverting Bia's monotonous world into a colorful one.

In Bia's eyes, Bustan looks like a good man. Due to Bia's feelings of love, she accepts Bustan's proposal, which eventually leads to marriage.

The man claimed to work as a manager at a company, also claimed to be single when applying for Sabiya, then why is this?

Bia, who originally lived in a small house, was immediately taken by Bustan to a large house that had been prepared after the wedding.

Is this the reason Bustan immediately brought Bia to move into a new house? So that Bia's parents don't hear the defects in their household?

In hindsight, Bustan who served as a manager in a private company with a salary of only tens of millions aka maximum almost touched the twenty million figure, he said, it seemed impossible that the man could buy a house like the one occupied by Bia now, estimated that the price could touch the number of billions.

In addition to the house, some of Bustan's cars are also elite. Sabiya felt increasingly foreign to her husband.

Who exactly is the man who married her?

Before getting married, Bustan's life in Bia's eyes seemed simple, like a manager who had a proper salary. But after marriage, Bia was taken to a luxurious house using an elite car. All of that gave a big question mark in Sabiya's mind.

Even now even revealed one more mystery, that Bustan turned out to have a wife. It never occurred to me that Sabiya would be a second wife like this.

Bia was born into a good family, which always put religious values first. He also prioritizes religion when choosing a husband. So that Bustan El Basil became his choice when knowing the man's character that looks good.

Sabiya did not know if in fact he had entered a trap in his marriage. He also does not know, behind his innocence, there are people who comment on the smile when the trap has been entered by the victim.

Just as Bia was holding onto Bustan's hape with a myriad of questions, the handsome man came out with only a towel wrapped around his waist. Bia should have been stunned staring at Bustan's exposed sexy body. The six pack's body is fed by water droplets.

Bustan stood before Bia with a sinless face. "What's up, Bia?"

The man was astonished to see Bia's sudden facial expression like a frustrated person.

"Who's Cece?" bia asked while handing over Bustan's hape.

Oh... Bustan instantly knew what had just happened. Must have been Cece calling her earlier. There was an incoming call from Cece's name.

"She claimed to be your wife. He said he was in an accident and asked you to see him." Bia's voice choked. "Explain to me, who is he, Mas?"

"Cece's accident?" Bustan looks anxious to hear a woman named Cece crash without caring about Sabiya's question. He then put on clothes in a hurry, no matter the towel sag and fall while wearing a color.

Ah, let it go. After all, Bia had also seen everything.

After putting on his clothes, Bustan looked at Bia and said, "Cece is my first wife."

Bustan's explanation makes Bia more frustrated. Bustan lightly said that he had another wife besides himself, without even feeling sinful. Oh my God, what is this test?

"Experience, Mas! Tega you do this to me. A liar! A liar!" annoyed Bia with a choked voice. Dewy eyes.

"I'll explain later. I have to see Cece. She needs me. Good night!" Bustan kissed Bia's forehead and passed away.

Bia swallow. Freezing in place. Still unsure of what happened to him. She was deceived by her husband. The handsome man who captivated her with a million charms, apparently already had a wife first before marrying her. It's lies!

Bia drowned. Her desire to live happily with a small family, have two children, and be a good housewife is gone. Crushed melting.

Then why is the woman named Cece not angry when she finds out that Bia claims to be Bustan's wife?

***

After a night of sleeplessness, spending the night alone in a foreign house, this morning Bia had to see her husband come to the house with another woman, who was none other than her husband's first wife. Cece. Well-favoured. Classy. Her appearance was perfect as a top-class woman.

By wearing high heels, branded bags, expensive dresses, classy makeup, and hair that is always touched by salon energy, the young woman whose hands are wrapped in bandages steps into the middle of the room.

Bia was still silent on the spot, watching the woman who was five years old on top of him sitting on the sofa guided by Bustan. Occasionally tidying the hijab that feels strangling the neck.

The six pack man with a domineering look looked at Bia's face firmly.

“Sabiya, meet me is Cece Wulandari, his wife Mas Bustan. More precisely is the first wife.” The woman spoke loudly and firmly. “I mean my arrival here is to explain everything. You must still be confused by this situation right?”

Bia is still silent. It was too precious for him to make a sound if only to respond to them.

“So like this, this Mas Bustan married me since five years ago.” Cece held Bustan's arm, stroked and pressed his spoiled cheek against that arm. “We're happy. Unfortunately, we did not get any offspring. As a famous manager who is considered perfect, it feels like Bustan looks disabled if he does not have children. What else he is a figure that many people are proud of. What would people say if she had no offspring?”

“It is better to adopt a child than to have to share a husband instead?” Bia started talking.

Cece smiled faintly.

“I also actually do not want to share a husband,” said Cece calmly. A slanted smile was still imprinted on his face. “Which woman wants her husband to look for honey? It's heavy for me. But at least Mas Bustan had descendants from his own flesh and blood. If you do not want to marry this, you can retreat, but on the condition that you have given offspring to Mas Bustan. Let me and Mas Bustan take care of the boy.”

“Learnest. This means that I was married only as a hereditary producing machine for Mas Bustan?” Bia's tongue feels muddy. His heart also aches like a squeeze.

Bustan chose silence. Give time for the two women to exchange ideas.

“It is not yet time for you to know all this. But since you already know first, then it is better explained to understand. In essence, serve Mas Bustan as it should,” Cece said with a flat expression.

The more he gets here, Sabiya's life is at stake for something that is no good to himself.

Cece looked at Bustan. “Mas Bustan, I'm leaving. The driver will take me home. Dadaaah!” He kissed Bustan on the cheek, then sauntered away without looking at Bia.

Bia did not know to cry or get angry, all the sense of stirring her mind. His mind had been exhausted and drained from last night. But he cannot be weak. He was confused to determine his life path at that time. He wants to go home and return to his father who is now living alone but he is ashamed. He just got married, what would his father say if he went home alone. Bustan is the man of his choice.

“Mas Bustan, you have deceived me. You lied to me!” Bia's voice was shaking. Teeth fattening.

Bustan looked calm with both ends of his hands going into the pockets of his pants. “If I was honest with you that I was married, would you accept me? Will you be willing to be a second wife? Not necessarily. So this is what I do. You have to understand that.”

Bia stepped back, away from Bustan. Her chest is getting tighter. He almost fell if he was too late to reach the seat behind who was ready to accommodate him.

“And what was that? I was just used as a child-producing machine for you?” Sabiya looked at the nano.

“There's nothing more I can hide from you. Everything you know. It is true what Cece said, that I need a descendant from my own flesh and blood. I see you as a good woman. My offspring must necessarily come from good seedlings. And the choice to be the mother of my child falls upon you. You're a manager's wife now. Your life will be prosperous. All your needs will be met. Whatever you ask I will give you. Isn't that lucky for you? What else?”

Bustan is wrong if his happiness is measured by matter. Even as Bia loses her hope of being happy with her little family, she no longer hopes to continue this marriage.

“You are a manager who of course also eats salary, but your wealth exceeds your income. Even years you collect money from salary, you will not get this much wealth, Mas. How many things are you hiding from me?” annoyed Sabiya.

“I do work as a manager. But you need to know that before I got into this office, I had everything. So don't you associate my work with my wealth.”

Sabiya did not believe Bustan's words. Like there were a lot of big things Bustan had hidden from him. “I'm asking for divorce. I want to go home to dad!”

Actually, Bia's tongue is very heavy to say that, but she does not want to live in this falsehood, what else must share a husband. Worse, he was only used as a child-producing machine.

“Bia, watch your talk!” Bustan said flatly. “You're married to me. Until I get the boy, I won't divorce you. You must produce a descendant for me! I need that.”

“I just realized I had made the wrong choice. You just need a child from me, don't need me.”

Bustan stepped closer to Bia, he touched the woman's arm, which Bia immediately jerked at.

“Do not touch me!”

“Hey, we've done more than this, Bia.” Bustan held Bia's arm. The man with a typical Turkish-style face raised an eyebrow. The scented scent of his body permeated Bia's breathing. Her sexy body was printed clearly through her tight shirt.

“I am human, have a heart and feelings. Is this how you treat people? I'm considered a machine with no taste. You guys are outrageous. If you can't have a child with Miss Cece, why don't you divorce her and find another woman? You prefer to marry another woman just to be a machine. It's outrageous.”

“I can't possibly divorce Cece.”

“Why? For love reasons?”

Bustan did not answer.

From that attitude, Bia can conclude that indeed Bustan did not want to leave Cece because the man loved his wife.

“Cece barren. I wish I could have a child of my own flesh and blood. This is the choice that Cece made, which was to marry a fertile woman who could give me offspring. I knew that Cece was inferior and didn't want to lose me, so this was the path she chose. Letting me marry another woman as long as I don't divorce her,” explains Bustan.

"I want to split up!" charge Bia with a low voice and more like a whisper.

Is it wrong for Bia to demand separation? He felt he was lied to. Swindled. She even had to share her husband. He was sure he would not be able to live all that. It is better to be separated than to have to live a more harmful household.

Bustan just stared without giving an answer a word.

“Certify me!” bia said again.

“Do not challenge me, Bia!” Bustan walked away from home.

I don't know where the man went using his car.

Too much of this puzzle, Sabiya so wanted to find out a lot about Bustan, her husband who suddenly became a stranger in his life.

Who exactly is the man he married? Inexhaustible the question kept attacking him.

******* long breath exhaled by Bia. He sits in a chair. Surfing with his cell phone. He searched for the name Bustan El Basil on google. He found a lot of information about the figure of Bustan.

One of them is the profile of Bustan which became trending a few years ago, with the title of young Indonesian idol general. Ck ck…

Marvelous. Here is a profile of young generals who can be an inspiration.

The famous young general who successfully started from scratch, various achievements to gain his good name. He successfully solved various cases at a young age. Hard work, unyielding, tenacious and strong determination were the factors that made this young general reach the point of success.

Even Bustan El Basil managed to make public trust in state service agencies good.

In order to reach a point of success, Bustan El Basil started the venture with confidence. The name Bustan El Basil may still sound familiar to many people because it is less so exposed. But some of the major cases he has handled are familiar in the country, including the heavy duty related to bomb terror.

The big journey of the country can not be separated from the gait of the characters in it who are known to be intelligent and have strong characters. Bustan was one of the most powerful generals.

Bustan is an officer who became the youngest one-star general.

Bustan has crossed various obstacles and fell awake in starting his career. It was hard work and unyielding that finally made the career of this young man achieve success.

The success story and struggle of Bustan indirectly teaches that hard work with an unyielding attitude can provide maximum results. Moreover, his noble intention of choosing a career as a soldier was to help ease the burden of both parents.

Thus the writing in one of the leading news media posts.

Bustan is an ex-soldier. Bia's eyes closed for a moment, realizing that the news was just an image. That a career as a soldier is only a cover, while in the heart of Bustan there is no love for the country or the people, instead he is a mafia in the army. It is unfortunate, persistent and tenacious man who looks perfect in the eyes of women, it is his actions disappointing like this.

Next, Bia again researched the news about Bustan. There are no news results related to the titles typed in the search. But instead came the news about Bustan when Sabiya accidentally opened the criminal news, written about Bustan who was arrested for being caught in the case of illegal weapons sales.

An old mother named Rena had reported to the police demanding Bustan be tried. But it's unclear what made the old mother sue Bustan. I don't know what crime Bustan has committed against Rena's mother.

Not only that, Bustan also stumbled on various other cases related to it he was detained and sentenced to ten years in prison. Funnily enough, a ten-year prison sentence was circumcised to four years in prison.

If it is counted down, the news has passed one year, meaning there are still three years of detention that should be lived by Bustan. Strange, only one year in prison, now Bustan parole. This is a portrait of the law in this country. Almost like a joke. Bustan must have a lot of money so it is easy for him to rule.

So... The man who is now marrying Sabiya is a criminal? He was a high-class mobster after assuming the status of a young general.

Bustan definitely wants to look perfect, without any flaws in terms of family and household. Which ended up sacrificing Sabiya. If only Bustan's intention to marry Bia was not for that thing, of course Bia could still accept. But this…

Still unsure of the reality that was read in the news, Sabiya snatched the bag and then scattered away.

Taking a taxi, Sabiya looked for the residence of an old woman who had been mentioned in the news in the media a few years ago. No other mother sues Bustan.

Her name is Bu Rena, an old woman. He became a laundry worker for his neighbors.

Sabiya came to a housing complex in the teak cottage as mentioned in the media about the address of the victim's house.

With a cardboard box filled with sembako, Sabiya came to the small house.

After knocking on the door, an old woman came out, wearing a long hijab and shabby gown.

“Good morning mom!” greet Sabiya with a friendly smile after saying hello.

Rena's mother replied with a smile anyway. Kinda confused.

“I'm Sabiya, deliberately came here to drop off the groceries! I got my mother's home address from social media uploaded for many years,” Sabiya said kindly.

The mother stared deeply. He then received a cardboard box filled with sembako.

They're acquainted. Talk to each other in a shabby chair.

Seeing Sabiya's friendliness and good-looking appearance, Ms. Rena judged that the woman who came to her was a good woman like an angel.

“So Bia know where mom lives from the news yes?” asked Rena in a voice that was not loud anymore, in accordance with her old age.

Remembering the story in the news Bu Rena did not get justice, whatever the reason, everything was less clear because Bu Rena was banned from speaking to the public. He was caught by journalists giving reports and demands but was not allowed to vote publicly by various pressures.

Bu Rena's gaze looked far ahead, she was reminiscing about something. “My son is his name is Devan. He is quiet and obedient. Unfortunately, even his luck was bad. He bounces off to meet a man he says is named Bustan. After that he did not return. He's gone nowhere. Only his watch was left behind and police were found at the scene. Bustan was a suspect at the time, but still there is no accurate evidence to suggest that Bustan had eliminated my son. It's so sad it feels.”

Bu Rena's explanation makes Sabiya's heart like electrocuted. His body froze for a moment. So right, the man he married was a big mafia man? If it wasn't a big mafia, where maybe he could kill by removing traces, everything was clean.

Sabiya's body was very weak. The man he married was a criminal. Sabiya so ketar-kir now.

“Before Devan disappeared, he claimed to be a witness to the crime of illegal goods transactions. The day after that, Devan said goodbye to meet a man named Bustan. Until now, my son was not found. Though initially the authorities had determined Bustan as a suspect, but somehow Bustan is free now. He's dangerous. I'm so sad. Devan is my backbone. He is the one who supports me. Now I have to be a laundry worker to connect my life,” explained Rena with glassy eyes.

“Patient mom!” Sabiya tried to give strength with words, also with a short elusan on the back of Rena's mother's hand that had snorted.

“Still yes, Bia. You have come and comforted me! I feel like I have a friend.”

Sabiya smelled a smile. She also did not know to laugh or cry now, since then she still felt weak because she just knew that her husband was a mafia.

***

Bia stepped into the house with a limp step. His body contradicts the attacking mind of Bustan. I could not believe she was married to a bad man.

Sabiya returned to Bustan's house. The house that the man had just bought was specifically for his residence together with Bia.

The deg!

Sabiya's heart skipped hard staring at Bustan who was sitting on the sofa with his legs crossed on the table, both hands coolly playing the hape.

Yes Rabb. suddenly Sabiya's organs became increasingly limp. Is this because Bia is afraid of being the next victim of death?

Blug clontang dung!

The bag that Sabiya's hand had been squeezing had fallen off, the objects inside the bag spewing out. Starting from the powder, lipstick and powder box also slide out. Sudden guts effect ambyar, Sabiya so shaky. Since knowing that Bustan is a cruel man, Sabiya feels like he was being held by a firearm when he meets Bustan.

Sabiya hurriedly picked up her belongings scattered with trembling hands. Especially the powder box in which there is a secret that must be guarded by Sabiya. Can't let Bsutan know. He had bought the thing he had tucked away and hidden in the powder box.

"Home home?" bustan asked still with his eyes fixed on the phone.

Bruk! Prak!

The bag fell back and the contents scattered out again.

Jasalam. Because of hearing Bustan's voice questioning, Sabiya became shocked so. Everything in his hand fell. This heart shock effect will be like this.

“Where are you from?” ask Bustan.

“From market. Cottage. Shops. Uh, cups!”

Aye? How about all the cups? Sabiya was confused as to what to answer. If you say from the market, but there is not a single item that he bought in the market. Want to say the cottage visited the sister, but in the distance, because the cottage his sister was far away. It's out of town. And the last one was a cup.

Bustan got up, walked over to Sabiya who had just finished picking up her belongings and put them back in the bag.

Sabiya swallowed, looking at the handsome face that used to look sweet, but now that handsome face made Sabiya feel frightened.

Actually there was no cruel look on Bustan's face, the face looked very masculine and shady. But Sabiya was already fooled by his knowledge of Bustan, that man was terrifying.

Sabiya swallows again, realizing that she is already the wife of an evil mafia.

“Where is it right? The market? The lodge? A stall? Or cup?” ask Bustan.

“Warung,” Sabiya replied rather nervously. My God, why should he feel this scared to Bustan? Sabiya's heart was at war with fear, in order to face Bustan calmly, but his mind could not be lied to.

“Again? What are you looking for in the shop?”

“I just bought a shotgun, then I give it to residents who can not afford to do alms.”

Sabiya's reply made Bustan speechless. Alms?

Sabiya stepped inside towards the other room. Anxious feeling melted into his mind. Upset, scared, emotional, also wanting to cry.

In an instant, Bustan had been able to make Bia fall in love, then turn that feeling into hatred as short as the blink of an eye. Yes, between love and hate blend into one.

It is easy for Bustan to say that Bia enjoys wealth with pleasure, but in fact it is not. It felt like Bia had even become claustrophobic and nauseating.

It never occurred to Bia to live to be the third person in someone else's life. Then why was he forced to become an actor like this?

Brrtr...

The vibration of the phone made Bia immediately reach for the object.

"Hello!" greet Bia to Fahri, her neighbor who since childhood became her best friend. They used to be the same fate, the same as being difficult people.

Now Fahri already looks established by becoming a chef in a famous restaurant with a salary that is also quite large. In contrast to Bia who was even plunged into a crazy marriage.

"Hey, how's Bia doing? Howwasyourwedding? It's all right, right?" Fahri sounded excited.

“Nggak.” Bia realized that the only friend who could be trusted, the one who understood him the most was Fahri. Talking to the right and trustworthy people is not about disgrace, but finding solutions, reducing burdens and hoping for good.

“Gag? You mean?” Fahri was a little surprised.

Bia's chest feels tight. It feels like I want to reveal everything so that it plong. “Mas Bustan already has a wife. His wife could not have children and I was married just to produce children. It's a wedding I don't want at all.”

Fahri. There's no voice reply across there.

“Fahri!” call Bia after a long time the interlocutor was silent.

“E eeh's.. I yes? How come, can that be? I mean, why is your husband that old?” Fahri sounded troubled. “So now you want how?”

“I want a divorce. But Mas Bustan won't divorce me. What I'm dealing with is not just anyone. I don't dwell, Fahri.” Bia. “I have to how?”

Fahri's voice took a deep breath.

“Bia, don't be rash. You should think about this matter carefully. It's not a small matter. If this concerns the safety of your father, it would be better for you to be careful.”

“That's exactly what, I can't do much. Yes 'tilah. You called at the wrong time. Next time we talk. I'm getting dizzy.” Bia said hello and hung up the phone.

Bia was not willing to accompany the cruel man. Assassin. He had to separate from Bustan. Got to! Don't get caught up in this marriage.

Sabiya certainly wants to serve and spend time with a man who can be his priest, his guide to heaven, not a man like Dajjal who can kill human lives and his work is all that is illegal.

“Bia!”

The call made Sabiya surprised until the phone in her hand jumped and fell to the floor. Again Bustan's voice made Bia almost pounced on by a lion.

Bia picked up her phone and raised her face, looking at Bustan with fear.

The man who had a gallant body and chest field was stepping in closer to Sabiya who was sitting on the sofa. He watched Sabiya's facial expression closely.

“What's wrong with you? You look like you're in shock?” ask Bustan.

Sabiya. “I'm fine. I was just dizzy and feeling stress” he got up. Put the bag to the table. Now he is turned back to Bustan. He was gathering courage to talk.

“Mas, if you do not want to divorce me, then I will go to the religious office to file for divorce. I want to split!”

Bia's body turned and faced Bustan when he got a strong pull from the man's hand. Even Bustan's loud gasps slapped hard on Sabiya's face.

Bustans are getting forward to make their distance eroded out. Sabiya felt the surfaces of their bodies clinging to each other. Believe me, Sabiya felt the entire surface of the man's body stick together and he could feel all the curves and bulges on the man.

"How long will I have to wait for my offspring to be born? You can't get away from me!"

Oh my God, Bustan hopes to keep Bia just because he wants to get offspring soon. What do you care about Sabiya with Bustan's descendants?

Bia was aware that her marriage to Bustan was completely unknown to many. They were married was witnessed by residents around the settlement of Bia house only.

From Bustan's side, only a few people who he said were Bustan's immediate family knew about it. He said both of Bustan's parents were out of town so they could not attend the event. and now Bia just found out that the people who claimed to be the Bustan family at the wedding were just hired people.

Fix, Bia becomes a hidden wife, which is only needed to give birth to offspring only.

"I can't live with you, I want to separate" Bia said.

"No! I'm not gonna let any of that happen." Bustan dominates.

"You can't force me, Mom." Sabiya tried to gather courage. And true, that courage had finally appeared in him. He's not daunted anymore. He could even look into Bustan's dark eyes.

"Well, go ahead if you want to get away from me. But don't expect your dad to be okay."

Bia turned away in shock. "You're threatening me?"

"There's no other way."

Bia swallow. My God, Bia is really married to a ruthless mafia. Bia feels increasingly foreign to Bustan. A person who has a lot of money, who certainly can do anything. Including making Sabiya's father wretched even though Bustan sat quietly at home. Everything was easy for the man.

"You should know that I have everything, I can do anything." Bustan fix the collar of his shirt with a strong jolt to even make his shirt look messy.

Bia could have rejected and denied Bustan, but if it was about his father's safety, what could he do? There was nothing else he had but his father and sister.

“Find another woman, not me!” pinta Sabiya's.

"You are now queen. Enjoying wealth. Even your father can be happy. Everything you have. I will buy a car too. Better follow my will! Or. I can eliminate anyone, whether you or your father in a matter of seconds. That's easy for me." Bustan pulled out a firearm, making Sabiya surprised instead of playing.

Bia's heart was beating fast. He had never seen a firearm before, and now he saw it being pointed at him. Life is like the tip of a horn. His skin is great. If the trigger is pulled, then the history ends at that time.

Bustan took down the firearm and put it in the back of the shirt. He passed Bia and walked away.

Ah no. Bia should not be inedible with Bustan's threat. He should be able to give his father safety. Don't let her father be a victim. He was the one who had to protect his father from the threat.

Bia walked towards the room, wanting to pack all her clothes and take her away. Ah, the intention is to go. He didn't want to be caught by Bustan. If Bustan saw her packing clothes, surely the man would forbid her from leaving. Better to leave without bringing anything.

Wide steps led him to the outside. He took a taxi. The trip was quite far, taking up to more than half an hour, he was stuck in traffic for a few minutes before he finally reached his father's house.

Bia's eyes stared at the house. One night he left his father, he missed him a lot. Want to hug that aging skinny body.

After Sabiya gets married, her father Sabiya lives alone. There should be Rania, the youngest who accompanied her father at home if only Rania had graduated from the boarding house. But the flower still has to finish school first.

"Dad!" Bia ran towards the house. His hand shook the door handle. Oh. unfortunately the door is locked.

Dad where? At this hour I usually sit sweetly waiting for his small shop. But the stall that blends with the house is closed. The door of the house was locked.

Bia looking for the father's contact on the phone. It is not difficult to find the name because it is at the top as a favorite number.

A phone call was dialed up as he pressed the name.

"Dad!" call Bia after the duration of the call.

"Yes, Bia? What's up, son?" voice of fatherhood across. His voice calmed Bia's heart.

"Where's dad? Shops closed?"

"Dad is now in Nak Bustan's villa. Just now my father was picked up by a driver, invited for a vacation first. Yes... Money for the holidays too. Itung-itung, you also need refreshing so that the contents of your head become fresh. This is a very nice house" said Sudirjo, Bia's father.

Hearing the father's happy voice, Bia fell silent. His father was very happy to take a vacation.

"Dad, there's something important I want to talk about. I can't take my vacation next time. I'm going home now!" bia Pinta.

"Why was your father sent home?"

Not Sudirjo's voice, but Bustan's. HP has changed hands.

Bia was stuck in place. His mouth can't talk anymore. So her father is now with Bustan?

Oh my, Bustan fast-moving. Bia remembered the threat of Bustan earlier, who said to obey all Bustan's will if he did not want his father why-not.

Bustan stepped away from his in-laws. Then he said, "Help your father will be fine in vayak, as long as you follow your husband. You still love your father, don't you? Don't disappoint me!"

Bia's body feels weak. He sits on the terrace chair.

Damnit damnit! Bia lost a step. Bustan is really reckless. The man managed to take his father away. Fighting against money is hard. They could have done anything relying on his money and crime. Although Bia? Persuading the father to stay away from Bustan would also be useless, fighting sadistic criminals like Bustan not with physicality, but intelligence.

Well, Bia has to play beautiful.

***

Bia returned to her new home. There was a bustan in the house. Bustan is like a frog, it's easy to jump in here and there. Just now Bustan called and said that he was in the villa with Sudirjo, now that the man is home.

“How great a move you pretended attention in front of dad and took him for a walk. This is how you scare me, Mom? You brought me to worry about him because he was with you? even now I don't know where he is, what he is doing, and is he okay?” Bia stumped a bitter smile. His courage to talk finally grew even though his heart was actually numb. “I'm getting a little foreign to you!”

Bustan stepped closer to Bia. He bent down, his hands on the left and right sides of Bia's chair. Make their visibility erode. The eyes of both of them were clashing. Look at those sharp eyes.

“I just need your uterus, Bia. I need it.” Bustan stroked the surface of Bia's stomach.

O Allah. Bia has already surrendered her virginity to Bustan. Bia lost a step. Either several times Bustan did to him that night.Bia even did it with a loving alloy. He gave up all body and soul. Now, that love is mingled with hate. Yes, hate and love are felt simultaneously.

It doesn't feel fair. Bia gave up her soul and body out of love, but the man took her virginity for something else.

The elusan of Bustan's hand on the surface of his stomach made him feel irritated, but also his skin was bristling. There is passion and passion behind it all.

“You are confused to bequeath where your property is if you do not have children. You are also ashamed of being harassed by many people about children. Yeah, right?” whispered Bia.

Bustan did not answer. He peeped Bia's cheek. Both of his hands hugged Bia and stroked the woman's back.

“Lease!” Bia rebelled, rose to his feet away from Bustan.

With a swift Bustan, pulled Bia's arm. Gripping tightly onto the arm. The cold man like the everest mountain stared intently at Bia. Bia's body was immediately attracted and turned and then hit Bustan's body when Bustan's hand tugged at him.

“I'm in need of you!” Bustan's voice sounded flat.

Bia sighed. “I don't.”

“You know that rejecting a husband is a sin?” Bustan dominates.

“O yes? Threatening wife also sins.”

Bustan doesn't care what Bia says. He lifted the small body and stepped back to sit on the sofa. Positioning Bia's body sitting on it with both thighs Bia draped at Bustan's waist.

As Bia pushed Bustan's chest away, Bustan quickly wrapped one of his sturdy arms around Bia's waist.  The tiny body was dragged forward and the surface was stuck to the chest of the Bustan field.

The faces of both of them were without distance.  Bustan's breath feels warm slapping Bia's cheek.

One hand Bustan held Bia's back head and the man landed a kiss on his wife's lips.

One thing that can not be denied in Bia.  When Bustan's soft lips touched her, she felt something longing.  How not?  That love still feels strong.  But his hatred also escalated.  Everything's clashing.  

Even when Bustan touched Bia's, the warmth in Bia's body just grabbed him.  That feeling is inevitable. 

And now...

Read the continuation on GOODDREAMER with the title Temptation of the Second Wife. Remember, his name is Gooddreamer yes, see the writing combined, do not be separated. emblems of the moon and stars. the color is purple yellow. Ready tissues to read. This is the best novel by Emma Shu.