Ex's Regret
Ngidam Akio Drama

Truly Mas Abiyan, this time he seemed to be revenge, the spirit had long been widowed, he knew me all-out.

My body feels crumpled, not powered. To get up just felt weak, we finally stopped coming home that night, because I could not open these eyes, he said, how not during the three days of staying at this hotel I can not rest in peace.

Overlapping constantly with his burly body who is not clinging.

My feet feel like making a hard way aja very sore and majestic at the base of my thighs.

The morning before the sunlight barged in through the sidelines of the window of the room whose curtain had been revealed, maybe Mas Biyan who opened it when he woke up.

I spread my eyes across the room but I could not find the man who was my husband's rightful name, I tried to get up and sit down for a moment, gathering my life and my energy.

After that I walked to the bathroom limping, enduring the pain all over my body, completely outrageous of you Mas, not roughly his play was really strong unforgiving.

Honestly I really enjoyed all the touches, but when it entered me he was out of control, I was horrified to remember it, understand me I was not used to the way Mas Biyan.

I slowly walked towards the bathroom shower, and I stood underneath it, twisting the faucet,

the splashing of water fell soaked my body full of sweat marks the rest of last night, I felt a fresh sensation once in my body, after that I washed my body with soap to the ground until evenly distributed, I felt the sensation of freshness, I still feel pain and pain once, I cursed that super aggressive Biyan mas while bathing.

If this is how I feel to go home quickly, here at any time I can not walk later.

" Dec you sleep on the inside?" sounds coming from the bathroom door.

" Bentar Mas, patient napa!" I shouted loudly, honestly I was the same with Mas Biyan who was impatient, from yesterday looking for trouble continued with me, I was, I washed my body with a towel while nagging at the person still out there.

After I dried my hair I came out of the bathroom, when I got to the door Mas Biyan stood next to the bathroom door, so I was sprained, ki just passed him without looking at him, I looked unfriendly to his photo, stupid he was also angry, then he followed me from behind.

" I want to pray, don't fuck." I cried out to him before he went any further.

" He's Dek, I'm sorry." he said as he walked up to the couch and sat there and kept quiet, while I was having a morning service, which he said was too late, too late, because the clock is already showing the number seven in the morning.

After praying I packed again, and assisted by Mas Biyan, during the packing he did not talk much, only occasionally he apologized to me, for his actions.

Sometimes he steals kisses on the part of my body that can be kissed by him, if the cheek is on my shoulder or back, anyway immediately, and while saying "I'm sorry" I just keep quiet, I really sprained Mas Biyan.

He's really too, he doesn't know if I'm thinking about the kids at home, it must be Malika who is horrendous, if I don't see me for a few days the boy is usually cringe, different from Dimas, same as Dimas, the child is obedient, once in nasehati he will understand, but not for Malika.

" It's totally outrageous" I scolded him. As long as I sucked my mouth stuff incessantly nagged him, while glaring at him, and Mas Biyan just kept quiet and apologized.

" Next time can't be rich gini deh Mas, we have children, Mas don't be selfish dong, if you want to spend more time mengindian our children just than we think." sometimes I look at him while I'm his tirade but the man just looked down and ah anyway annoying once he was.

After packing me up and Mas Biyan finally went home too, the items were put in the car after we checked out from the hotel.

I hope Malika does not sulk later, if it comes to knitting, beware I will make calculations with this man who has been my husband's rightful.

" Why do I keep looking at me" I cried back to look at him.

" From now I'm sorry, but you didn't answer the deck, I was sad." His words were full of requests.

" I'm sorry, Yank?" her door with her face that looks sad, her hand is holding the hand that I put on the bag that is on my lap.

I just nodded, in response, and then he smiled and took my finger for a kiss.

Mas Biyan is indeed a romantic and pleasant man, but sometimes he is outrageous as well and annoying, possessive of his passing.

Basic bucin.

After a trip that took half an hour from the hotel to the house, because it was a little jammed in some streets, because along with working hours as well, we finally arrived at Mas Biyan's house.

The big and luxurious house finally became my new residence at this time, never dreamed even a little bit of me to live there, dreaming even I might only be able to as a worker in this luxurious house, he said, but not to be a companion of the owner of the house.

I still can't believe I'm the wife of a rich and famous businessman.

Today our story will begin, open a new page and enjoy every inch of life and no matter what happens tomorrow we will see.

Being a wife of a handsome man and a businessman again must be strong and strong, of course out there many more beautiful and sexy women try to enter into our lives.

You have to be ready for it, now I have to be stronger, my problem was in the husband's family, but now the temptation will certainly be heavier from the outside there, he said, ready mentally and heart.

Entering the vast page I was suddenly nervous, honestly I have not been used to and embarrassed by Bi Pur, Mbak Siti and Lastri, used to joke the same with them is common but now I will definitely be awkward.

" Thank God, baby." Mas Biyan said with gratitude.

Seen the figure of a small boy while in the carrying of Mbak Siti already standing in the front yard of the house, the boy's hands have been waved to me, his tears are already drenched in his cheeks, he said, o Allah why welcome such dramatic, between sad and happy mixed into one.

" Mama" her cry had broken earlier.

" Take mama" he cried impatiently asking in a cradle, after descending I then took the tiny body and kissed her affectionately.

" Where is brother? " just ask the boy.

His hands pointed inside while hiccupping.