Dream Womb
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POV Diana's

Since Haris's departure, the apartment I was living in has been getting colder. My husband who I loved so much had the heart to betray and choose a slum woman who does not even have an end to me when compared to me. Until now I am still amazed, why Haris can like the cheap woman? Something must be wrong, is Haris not used?

Cih, a teaser must have used various cunning ways to prey on men like Haris. A flash of the image of Haris and Keysha making a friendly flirt crossed my mind making me even more furious and frustrated. I throw whatever is near me as an outlet for resentment.

BRUK, PRAK! PRANK UP!!!

“Damn it, you rotten woman! I swear, I won't let you live quietly with Haris, Haris is just mine! He's my husband, aaarrrggg!!!”

The various vases, photos and displays in the living room were scattered, all smashed to pieces like my heart at the moment.

“Look at it, even in a dirty way, this marriage should not be ruined!” my words are full of determination. I rubbed the rough trace of tears on the cheek then took out a cell phone to contact someone who was at least able to alleviate this sense of despair.

Tut, tut, tut, click!

[Hello?]

“It's me, Diana.”

[Diana? What was? We haven't been apart long, have you missed me?]

“Yes, it looks like so. I need someone who can get rid of my fatigue, how?”

[I'll be there soon,]

“Thank you,” I said with a smile. I immediately disconnected the call.

I went to walk in closet picking out some of the nightgowns that became my collection. The dress I used when serving Haris, unfortunately the man seemed not so interested. I twisted my body many times in front of the mirror. I felt nothing less, my chest filled, with a slender waist. My skin was flawless smooth, I also looked voluptuous, but why?

Tong, Tong!

The sound of the bell distracts me from the mirror, it turns out Andre has reached the apartment.

“Hm, hurry too,” my monologue while stepping towards the door.

I greeted the man with a smile and certainly a very skimpy evening dress. I could see his neck swallowing the saliva. I love it when someone stares in amazement at me, praising me as if I were the best.

“Gaunmu ..”

“How? What's good?”

“Ba-good, very suitable with you,” he said nervously.

“Alright, you should check it in more detail to know how good this dress is,” I grabbed her hand and pulled her body into the apartment. We also did not waste time even though Andre was surprised by the messy state of my living room.

“What happened something?”

“No, just nudged. Already, do not ignore, we better go to the room!”

I'm already impatient, between lust, annoyance, disappointment coalesce into one. I stripped Andre's clothes off first until the man was astonished. I pushed him into bed.

“Let me lead!”

Hot activities happen, I enjoy them so much. Even I imagined Andre's face to be Haris's, making me even more excited. At the top of the mountain I asked him not to take it out.

“Inside only,” I whisper raucous.

“Are you serious?”

“Yes! Of course!”

Andre obeyed all my wishes, to the height of my enjoyment I cried out the name Haris.

“HARIS, OH!”

Andre was speechless, I smiled seeing his expression turn sour. I got up and decided to clean up.

“What are you doing on purpose?” ask her with a flat tone. I know he's angry, but I don't care. After all, he himself said it was all done in retaliation. After all, Andre was only a place of impingement, did he think that he meant so much?

“Maybe because I'm used to saying his name, so don't get mad.”