Dream Womb

Dream Womb
Anger


(POV Keysha)


Cold water soaked my head, presenting a sensation


invigorating. After a trip of about three hours, I was beaten


tiredness. The water made me feel more comfortable.


I saw the face of Mas Andre was different when he greeted me at the door. Him


looking at me like a stranger. Usually Mas Andre berduk me with a lot


questions when I get home, either from shopping or checking the content.


But this time, he didn't. Andre just looked at me


strange look, then told me to take a shower. Something he doesn't normally do.


But because I was so tired, I just obeyed her words, all at once


I want to enjoy this solitude for longer.


Diana's words made me feel uneasy.  I didn't expect, it turns out


he followed Haris to the hotel. Fortunately, we were in an open area. I


can't imagine if he came and found us in a hotel room.


Although we did not do any forbidden act, it is still wrong.


I repeatedly grabbed my hair, regretting the stupidity that had gone


i'm doing. I shouldn't be lulled in feelings, I shouldn't have complied


the wild side in me, I shouldn't have been led to an estuary


the beautiful taste that Haris offers. Am I that weak?


I shook my head strongly as I recalled Diana's expression


as if disgusted at me. I got caught, caught eating with her husband. Ohhh,


it's shameful! I can still think sanely, if I see Mas Andre being


with other women, maybe I will also behave the same as Diana.


Along the way home, Haris calmed me down. He sent


a lot of messages, but I didn't reply. I was lazy and wanted to


alone regret this stupidity silently.


I know, Haris must be worried. But maybe, this is the best,


for a time we did not meet and communicate until everything


abated.


Haris must definitely account for our togetherness. She needs


explain at length to Diana. Moreover, I heard earlier


Diana tipped off her kindness. When I checked out of the hotel and


crossing the lobby, there was still the sound of Diana cursing at Haris, and the man


silence answers nothing. The sight that made me realize


that all this is wrong, and it shouldn't happen. I am a fool!


"Keysha, what are you doing? You've acted too


far away," my inner self rebelled, but my conscience confirmed that I


the right to taste happiness with other men.


Now I can see how dirty this is. I put on a suit


shower is faster. At the highest turn, the water flowed.


I hope this can wash away the remnants of the sin I committed with Haris.


I hold these lips, lips that have been enjoyed and also enjoyed


warm lips Haris. Then, instantly my body felt floating again,


imagine how hot our kiss was last night.


Luckily, I still had my sanity. And, who saved


I'm from humiliation is an incoming call from my husband. If Andre is not


calling, I don't know what's gonna happen next because of all this


so beautiful, all this is so intoxicating. I have no reason to go back.


Many times I bite these lips, enjoying the sensation of heat


abandoned Haris. For the first time, I enjoyed touch by touch


a gent. Haris does it very gently, in contrast to Mas


Andre's.


Brak! The bathroom door was forcibly broken, but I locked it.


"Mas Andre, why are you here?" Reflex, I covered my chest with


both hands.


"Why closed?" ask Andre coldly.


"Mas, I'm done in a minute. Andre wait a minute, okay? I


I'm gonna have the last rinse."


"Stay in your place!"


Andre's words made me freeze. If I hear this command, I


already know what happens next.


I just imagined the pleasure with that man


treat me with respect, now this is the truth, and


I must not avoid, that I should serve the man dubbed husband, that I should serve,


I don't know how to treat my wife.


Mas Andre pulled my hand violently so that my chest met his chest.


almost no longer distance. Spontaneous, I closed my eyes in fear.


Fear, that's the expression I'm showing. His face is so fierce,


not as usual. Voraciously, Mr. Andre******my lips, then he


muttering, "I don't want these lips enjoyed by anyone."


I was shocked to hear his words. Does Andre know what


what did I do at the hotel yesterday with Haris?


"You hear me, Key?" ask her when I try to let go


selves.


"Why are you being so rude?" many fear.


"You heard me just now? I won't let you with


other men, including Haris!"


The deg! My heart was like a sledgehammer, my knees shaking instantly. So, uh,


Andre knows? Did Diana tell him? Where can that woman come from


calling husband?


To be honest, this is what I've been afraid of since the bus ride.


What if Diana told me what she saw to my husband? And,


turned out right!


"Why is your face so pale? You're cheating on me with Haris?"


andre's asking makes me nervous.


I shake my head strongly. "No, Mom, where do I dare?


No."


Once again I shook my head, but Mas Andre just looked at me cynically.


"Then serve me now and don't refuse any more!"


yells.


How can I serve him if I don't feel this calm?


But I just obey when kiss after kiss he land all over


my stiffened body held back fear.


"What's wrong with you, Key?" ask Andre when I don't give


reaction as he wanted.


I don't know! I'm so scared right now, being close to him


make me anxious. Fear, anxiety, tension, worry, everything mixed up


one and I can't enjoy every touch. Don't retaliate, though,


just feel the pleasure, now I can't. My mind is filled with various things


it's the feeling, but fear and guilt are the most dominating.


"I said, serve me! You're just mine!" Mas Andre stung


my body was strong, then as usual he tried to take pleasure


alone, without regard to my screams.


"It hurts, Mom," I said restrained.


"It hurts me more to imagine you making out with men


another."


The words of Mas Andre again struck my heart niche. Is this true? I


not mishearing? My husband knows I have a relationship with Haris?


It was sad to imagine what he would do next, but


I don't have any strength to fight him. Look what he's doing


now it's. From behind he hooked me as he pleased, and I couldn't resist.


I just screamed stifled, holding the pain down there.


"Suck!" he said while pushing me up my body


about bathroom wall fringes. "******, you're Keysha! Looky, looky,


now you can't even serve your husband properly! I didn't even


lusting again to raise you now!" he said angrily, then


leaving me in the bathroom alone.


I fell down lamenting this stupidity. Of course, how can


I enjoy the rudeness? I'm not even aroused in the slightest, which is there


just a pain. Not only did I feel it, but he must have


feeling the pain when entering the weapon, which there must be blisters if continued.


Even my intimate organs dare to refuse and do not accept coercion.


But why do I always act so strongly accepting all the insults of words


rough coming out of my husband's mouth?


I fell under the shower. I think, I


can't last longer with this madness. I know, Andre


now he doesn't think of me as much as he used to, maybe he already does


consider me a whore. The words******* that came out of his mouth just now are


the proof. He's never said that before. Now I'm resigned, now,


but I don't want to give up.