Being My Husband's Mistress
CHAPTER 16

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"Sick, sir," said Una pleading for Nadhif to release his hand. Una's wrist looked red. In fact, some are bleeding because of impaled Nadhif's nails.

Arriving inside the house, Nadhif threw Una until the woman fell to the floor.

"You really showed your quality, Una!" nadhif stared intently at Una.

Una who had been lowered tried to dare to raise his head and look at Nadhif. With all her strength, Una tried to stand up and look at Nadhif. "What is my quality, sir?" una asked boldly. Although in his heart, the fear was very noticeable.

Nadhif smiled faintly at Una's question. "You're asking me your quality, Una? Of course you're no better than a lady by night!" nadhif was angry.

"What makes you think I am?" tanya Una.

"Being in the middle of the night, even almost early in the morning at a club', can you still call yourself a good woman, Una? When your husband is not home, you go out to find another man!" answer Nadhif.

"When my husband can't give me pleasure, is it wrong for me to seek pleasure by being someone else?" tanya Una stared in Nadhif.

Nadhif turned to look at Una. "So this is how you are? Selling the body just to get the pleasure of the world? Aren't you ashamed of this veil and the covered clothes you're wearing, Una?!" nadhif answered, turning around.

"I am proud of my veil and my clothes, sir," replied Una confidently.

"There is no woman more disgusting than you, Una!" nadhif sarkas.

Una closed his eyes hearing Nadhif's words. Indeed, Una's heart felt very pained to hear the words of Nadhif.

"Then what about your mistress, sir?" ask Una bravely.

"They're better than you, Una!" nadhif was angry. Instantly his emotions increased mengendengteng word Una.

mistress? Mira's name just crossed Nadhif's mind at this time. His anger was compounded when he heard indirectly Una insulting his Mira.

"Even you are so despicable Una. You're a married woman, but you're still looking for pleasure out there for your own satisfaction! Where's your pride, Una?!"

"Then what about you who are married men, but sleeping with an obscure woman, Mister?!" tanya Una sternly looked at Nadhif with her teary eyes. Believe me, with all her might Una held back so that she did not cry right now.

"So you asked me to serve? Huh yeah?" tanya Nadhif showed her demonic face.

Una stepped back as Nadhif continued to advance eroding the distance between them. "How many men have entered you?" nadhif asked in a low voice but sounded very sharp.

Una grimaced as Nadhif deliberately pressed the lower half of his stomach slightly hard.

"Don't demean your own wife, sir," said Una weakly staring at Nadhif's chocolate bead.

"I just want to make it clear where you really are, Una!"

"Am I wrong to be someone else for pleasure, sir?" tanya Una stares at Nadhif.

"Don't try to be a victim of Una, but you're a real suspect."

"You're the real suspect, sir," said the weak Una.

"How many people have felt your dirty lips, Una?" nadhif asked as he let go of his lips violently.

Una looked at Nadhif with tears that he could not bear. His lips ached and gave off a slight red stain due to Nadhif's treatment. "I am your wife, sir. Can't you just be a little gentle?" ask Una sissily.

"It's not a wife like you that I deserve to treat gently, Una!" nadhif replied sharply and left Una who was silently staring at his disappearance.

Una's body rushes to the floor as soon as Nadhif leaves the house. The gentle and sincere treatment she received while being Mira, she really did not get when she was herself. "Right now, I'm so envious of you, Mira. Very jealous," said Una mutely resisting all the tightness that filled his chest cavity.

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Nadhif blinked his eyes as the sun came in from his car window. Yes, Nadhif last night chose to sleep in the car. He did not leave the house at all, but seeing Una he was still very emotional and chose to sleep in the car.

Nadhif sighed heavily and exhaled slowly. "Why am I that emotional?" muttered Nadhif wondering about his actions last night. If indeed he did not care about what Una did, then he would not be that Semarang. If Una is indeed a nobody and is not important to him, then Nadhif will not feel betrayed. Really, I don't know what that feeling is, but Nadhif hates it like this.

Nadhif held his lips. The soft taste of Una's lips that she greedily rough last night was still felt on the thin skin of her lips.

Nadhif's shadow returned at the time of the incident. The face of Una who resigned with a sad view of his treatment was clearly painted in Nadhif's mind. "Damn it! I can't believe it" murmured Nadhif.

Nadhif stared at the door. The door that from last night was not in the lock was still tightly closed since he opened his eyes. The signs of Una going out can't be seen Nadhif. Evidently with the lights of the living room and the door curtains that still cover the window glass.

Nadhif opened the car door and got out. Strictly he walked into the terrace and immediately entered the house.

Nadhif's steps came to a halt when he saw the woman he had made his emotional outlet fall asleep at the end of the stairs with her head leaning against the iron pole.

Nadhif can see the tip of Una's lower lip which is slightly red stain. Nadhif knew it was blood that had dried up from his actions last night.

Without regard to Una. Nadhif walked up the stairs and headed to his room.

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An hour into cleaning himself up, Nadhif came back out of the room.

Una who had woken up from her sleep tried to collect lives and immediately stood up. Una stood up and looked at the back of Nadhif who was about to leave the house.

"Master," called out a soft voice as Nadhif was about to head towards the door of the house.

Nadhif stopped his steps. "What's wrong?" ask Nadhif without turning around.

Una stood behind Nadhif nervously. "Sorry, Sir. Una woke up late and did not make breakfast," said Una regretted. It was as if I had forgotten what happened last night. He hoped that Nadhif would do the same. Forgetting their quarrel yesterday and acting normal.

But, it seemed like Una's hope was only hope. "I don't want to eat dirty food" said Nadhif, who was immediately understood by Una. But Una was trying to be ordinary. In fact, her tiny lips were trying to publish a smile despite enduring the pain.

Una walked closer to Nadhif. He ventured to stand right in front of Nadhif.

Una extended her hand with a smile. "Greetings first, sir. Before going to work, Una must greet her husband first" said Una.

"My hands are clean, there is no need to come into contact with your dirty hands" Nadhif replied coldly.

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