Fake Wedding Pledge
CHAPTER 14 Is Different

With uncertain feelings, Azkira finally came home with Fathan. In the car on the way home, Fathan was quieter. Not talking as much as usual.

Occasionally Azkira glanced at the man who was focusing on driving the car. The feeling of wanting to open the conversation was actually in Azkira's mind. However, he was lazy just in case the words he put out would provoke a long debate later. For, Fathan was not a good listener for Azkira. After all, Azkira was confused as to what to say.

In the next second, they reached Fathan's house. The man got out of the car first after parking him in a garage. Then, he went inside regardless of Azkira.

"Bi Inah, please prepare dinner." Without further ado, he sat down at the dinner table.

"Well, Den Fathan." The middle-aged woman named Inah just fulfilled her master's decree.

Azkira walked slowly towards the room. He felt awkward about having to join Fathan at the dinner table. In addition, his appetite is not good along with his mood is also erratic.

A second later, Azkira was already inside the room. He looked at the bedsheets that had been replaced and the state of the room was very neat. Maybe, Bi Inah did it. That is what Azkira thought.

Suddenly, someone knocked on the door of the room when Azkira was sitting daydreaming. Yes, it was Bi Inah who knocked on the door. Apparently, he was told by Fathan to call Azkira to the dining table.

"Thank you, Bi, but Azki's not hungry."

"Den Fathan is waiting, Non. Later Bibi can be scolded if Non Azki refuses, "please Bi Inah.

"Huuuf! Is there anything else he can do but get angry?" gerutu Azkira's.

"Alright, Bi. Azki will be there soon." Azkira felt sorry for Bi Inah.

The owner of those beautiful eyes was also present at the dining table. He looked down at her face, avoiding Fathan's gaze at her. Then, Azkira slowly pulled out a chair and sat down side by side with Fathan.

"I told you to come here for dinner. Not for silence and daydreaming." Fathan spoke without looking at Azkira.

"Is he paying attention to me? Ahh, you fool! Thinking of his strange attitude made me feel tired." Azkira tried to dismiss the thoughts that came to his mind. He also forced me to eat even a little.

After dinner, Azkira left for the room. She felt sticky and wanted to clean her body with a bath. As far as Fathan was concerned, he was still busy with his cell phone and talking on the phone with someone who looked like him, it was Dion.

Azkira's body felt refreshed after taking a shower a moment ago. Now, the woman was drying her wet hair. Without him noticing, there was a pair of eyes that were watching him while gulping down the salivae violently. Of course, it was Fathan.

The man was already standing in the doorway of the room, without making a sound. There was a strange noise that followed his maleness. A second later, he had already wrapped his sturdy hand against Azkira's body, until the Woman seemed stunned and shocked.

"Let go! Whatdoyouwant?" Azkira revolted and tried to escape, but his efforts always failed.

"Why? Are you afraid your boyfriend is angry, huh? You cheating woman!" hardik Fathan is tightening his hold.

"What boyfriend? I don't understand what you're talking about. Move aside! My chest feels tight," Throw Azkira in a loud voice.

"Ciii! No thief would confess, otherwise the prison would be full." Fathan still accuses Azkira of having a mistress.

Fathan pushed Azkira's body, until he slammed into the soft mattress that had changed the sheets. Then, Fathan took a portrait of Azkira and Revan's familiarity packed in a small frame from Azkira's bag, then slammed it to the floor until the glass was smashed to pieces. Azkira's eyes were wide-eyed to see all that.

"Oh no! That's my picture with Bang Revan. Why did you slam him?" Azkira's eyes began to condense.

"Why? Mind if I slam your portrait of intimacy with your affair?" ask Fathan who feels absolutely no guilt.

"I never cheated. What do all your accusations mean?" Azkira crumpled down from the top of the bed.

"You've ruined it!" Azkira's voice began to tremble as it held back the anger that began to burn. He picked up the shattered glass frame until his hands were injured and bleeding, scratched.

"Yahoo! She would rather cry over her picture with her boyfriend than feel guilty and apologize to me." Fathan smashed his own fist.

"I won't let you cheat me like this" continued Fathan who directly guided Azkira's body to stand up and docked to his body.

"He's my brother. The one who's been looking after me ever since I was in school uniform. He who put up a body to protect me from my fellow students who always look for my mistakes, bully me, accuse me, even hit me. He who never thinks of himself for my sake. I whom you now despise is a diamond to him. Do you ever appreciate someone, like he appreciates me? Look, now you've ruined my memories with him. Being with the person who was always there for me even when my Dad and my mom left me in an accident. You are more evil than even a criminal!"

Azkira spoke while looking closely at Fathan's eyes, which at that time still wrapped his hand on Azkira's shoulder. Azkira's deep and stressed tone made Fathan gobsmacked, his lips mute, his tongue frozen speechless. Azkira's sharp eyes, felt like a sword that struck right in Fathan's heart.

"Why do you accuse me of cheating, having a mistress, and cheating on you?" azkira with the same eyes.

"Let me guess, so this HUSBAND who doesn't want me is starting to get jealous of me, is that it?" Azkira sneered cynically.

"What happened to me? Why does hearing all of his words feel like shackles that are holding my body? Am I really jealous? Was it true that I had done something wrong to him? Or, am I really beginning to expect her presence in my life?" Fathan wondered in his mind, frozen motionlessly, without speaking.

However, his daydreams were spoiled when Azkira's body movements splashed and provoked his attention. Unknowingly, Fathan immediately grabbed onto Azkira's bloody hand, then took a sip. I don't know what's on that guy's mind. Maybe he felt sorry for Azkira? No one knows exactly.

Azkira was still. As he closed, Azkira's tears fell from the recesses of his net corner. "Aahh, why does it feel this sick," muttered Azkira.

And then somehow it happened. The flakes of the glass frame in Azkira's hand were gone. It seemed that Fathan took it without Azkira noticing, because it was Azkira feeling really very chaotic. The floor of the room was clean of all the debris. And Azkira was now on the bed, in the confinement of Fathan's body.

The breath sounds chasing. The foreign feeling that Azkira had not felt before was so intensely curling up his body. Until unknowingly, sensual writhing and groaning that sounded so tempting just kept coming out of his mouth. A gleam of sweat bathed his innocent body, and so did Fathan. His feeling was actually flying as light as cotton blowing in the wind. Soar far into the air.

"I'll do it slowly." Azkira heard Fathan's voice whispering in his ear.

Then in the next second, the core of his body felt extremely full by Fathan's. Azkira's feelings are getting worse. It felt different to the first time Fathan did it. This time it is softer, slower, and makes Azkira seem to charge to continue to be driven more vigorously.

As tens of minutes passed, Fathan's heavy voice roared and howled long. He stomped his own deeper into the hallway of his wife's love. Yep! Both of them also climbed the highest peak of a beautiful release.

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