Forced to Marry a Sadistic Woman
Dear Call from Datta

Khadijah occasionally glanced at her husband who was now helping her peel carrots. Khadijah was tired because he had peeled three potatoes but the husband was still not finished peeling carrots when Khadija had shown how.

“Mas, here let Khadijah alone,” Khadijah said to her husband. Khadijah held the hand of the husband intending to take the carrot in the man's hand but, unexpectedly Khadija even Datta release the carrot in his hand and then hold the hand of Khadija.

Khadijah trembled because she was still not used to doing this with the opposite sex despite her own husband. Khadijah felt that his cheeks had now been flushed like a tomato that was almost rotten and lucky now he was wearing a veil so that the husband could not see all of it. Honestly Khadijah began to like her husband but somehow he still felt so hesitant to reveal everything, even more if he saw the attitude of the husband with his ex-lover. Let time make Khadijah's trust in the husband grow bigger until the barrier wall is destroyed by itself.

“Mas, if this continues then we will never have dinner,” Khadijah said with her husband while bowing his head.

“Promise first if after dinner then you will massage my head,” pinta Datta. “My head feels dizzy,” a lie deliberately Datta said so that he could be close to his wife.

“Alright,” replied Khadijah. She must not reject the desire of the husband and more it is about the health of her husband.

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After finishing washing all the dirty dishes in the sink Khadijah also stepped into the room of her husband's room. Khadijah knocked on the door of this room first while saying his greetings and after the door opened Khadijah also began to enter into the room of her husband's room. Khadijah saw that now the husband was wearing boxer pants on the knee with a casual dress that formed the perfect body of the husband.

“Honey, we are married so it is a natural thing.” Khadijah's body immediately froze when she heard her husband calling her with the word ‘sayang’ oh for whatever sake Khadijah's heart began to beat uncharacteristically now.

“Sit here Mas, I will massage her head that feels dizzy,” Khadijah said not to cry but her husband said. But in the heart Khadijah felt so happy because her husband changed to love her like now. And this change was inversely proportional to the attitude of Datta who had always been cold and arrogant when in front of Khadijah.

“Alright,” Datta replied. Seeing his wife's shy attitude and also did not want to cry his words, it did not make Datta feel offended, but the man actually felt so anxious to see the wife's attitude.

Strange though Khadija always close his aura but, Datta can love and also admire the attitude of the wife who is not easily tempted by the seduction of a dreadlocks. Even several times Datta heard that the wife said Istighfar when he called her as Darling.

Khadija was so shocked when she found out that her husband was not sitting and now she was resting her head on Khadijah's lap. Khadijah's body froze like a lifeless statue until Datta's voice began to shift his attention.

“Why just keep quiet, my head is dizzy Dear,” said Datta who even more want to tease his wife now. Datta don't be naughty dech pity it Khadija.