Enthralled Charm of Ex Wife

Enthralled Charm of Ex Wife
Punishment


In front of a glass window directly connected to the back garden, Davin stood haughty with both hands nailed to his pants staring at Alsha from the inside.


Smiling full of satisfaction when he saw the girl he considered most hated it several times rubbed the sweat on his forehead under the spotlight of the lights on.


It was getting darker, it was two hours Alsha was there, even the girl looked very tired, seen from her pale face and the movement of the hands that plucked the grass began to weaken.


"We'll see how far you can go to be my wife, Alsha Zanita Batari." muttered Davin and walked to her room to take a bath and rest.


Meanwhile, I don't know how long Alsha felt was there, but Alsha felt the night was getting late, even he was cold and his stomach kept sounding asking to be filled.


Several times he turned his head, hoping that Davin would be a little generous to stop his sentence and tell him to come in and rest, but it seemed like hope was only hope, because until now Davin did not also show the trunk of his nose to make Alsha desperate to enter, because his knee was no longer able to squat because it felt numb due to tingling.


Alsha heaved a sigh of relief when she did not find Davin's presence in the house, it's only natural to think because at this time the clock has shown at 22:01 pm, maybe Davin was in his room or maybe he was asleep, think Alsha.


After bathing and changing her clothes Alsha laid her body on the only carpet in the room.


Over and over again he tried to close his eyes, but to no avail, hunger and thirst made him restless and difficult to sleep.


And the only option was that he would have to get up and go to the kitchen to find something to eat.


With a gontai step Alsha walked towards the kitchen, but unfortunately there was no food there, as well as in the refrigerator, other than just one instant noodles he bought a few days ago.


No other choice, finally Alsha decided to cook it and bring it to the dining table, without him realizing someone continued to pay attention to it until he finished eating.


After eating Alsha went to clean the kitchen utensils that he had just used to boil noodles, then threw the noodle wrap into the trash can.


But Alsha's hand movements came to a halt when she saw that so much food had been thrown into the trash.


Seeing all that Alsha could only sigh heavily, when she realized that maybe it was her husband's doing.


As much as Davin believed in him, Alsha thought with a feeling of sadness, then the girl turned around to go back to the room.


Bruckk!


"Sir_ ma-maaf, brother, I did not accidentally." said Alsha when he found out who he had hit just now.


"How dare you ignore my punishment, say! why did you leave the park?" jolted Davin with a look of giddiness.


"Sorry, I'm hungry!"


"Then now you come with me, I will change your punishment." forcibly pulling Alsha's hand made the girl grimace with a body that was shaken while offsetting Davin's steps wide enough.


"Sister, where are we going?" peek at Alsha as Davin takes her to her room.


Davin turned his head and threw Alsha's hand violently to make the girl's body stagger back.


"Where do you think you're going?" davin said as he pushed Alsha's body up to the door of the room and wrapped the tiny body with both hands that he put on both sides of Alsha's body.


"S-me,_" Alsha's throat choked when she felt a warm gust of Davin's breath hitting her face because their current position was so close.


Davin himself turned his face when he realized their position was too sharp, then his hand moved open the door handle and pushed the girl into his room.


The deg!


Alsha widened her eyes, when she saw Davin who casually opened her upper clothes and climbed into bed with a prone position.


"Stupid Girl! what are you waiting for?" jutting Davin when he saw Alsha still stupefied in his place.


"S-me_" the girl blinked confusedly.


"Massage me until I fall asleep" Davin said firmly, as if he did not want to be denied.


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