Forced to Marry a Sadistic Woman
Bedroom

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Datta looked towards Khadijah who was still silent without opening his voice. The woman lowered her head making Datta unable to guess what his wife was thinking. The atmosphere in the room felt so quiet, making Datta's heart beat so fast.

Every second that went by felt so long for Datta, as if time had stopped suddenly. Khadijah began to raise his gaze and make the beautiful netra look towards Datta with a shady look of eyes, so soothing the hearts of anyone who looked at him, he said, for some reason Datta felt very grateful because the beauty of the net was hidden behind the glasses that Khadijah always wore.

“I am not sure of this answer, but I will try it and hopefully Mr. Datta will not want to promise and do prohibited things together with other women.” Strictly and steadily Khadijah answered. He must clarify everything, so that the husband also understands if he is not the type of Muslim woman who will be silent when she sees there are forbidden acts that will be violated by her husband.

“Honey, I love you and I am lucky to have an earthly angel like you, may Allah slip the love in your heart for me,” Datta said while pulling Khadijah in his warm embrace.

“Amin.” Khadija froze when she realized that the distance between the two of them was now eroding.

Datta let go of his embrace from Khadija then the man immediately sat his body and said, “Because we have decided to start everything from the beginning then call me by the name of Darling,” pinta Datta to his wife. Datta saw the wife who now widened her eyes felt shock after listening to her words just now.

“Khadija does not want,” said Khadijah who has now started heating up both cheeks. Without even looking at the Mirror, Khadijah knew that his cheeks must have met red.

“My dear, rejecting the husband's wishes is a great sin, let alone that I ask not to violate the rules of religion,” explained Datta utilizing the wife's obedience to his religion. Datta cheated always brought religious pretexts so that Khadijah obeyed his request.

“But, I am ashamed,” replied Khadijah with his head bowed. Seeing the attitude of the husband who seemed so soft on him that made Khadija feel so happy. Khadijah never thought if he would see a change in the attitude of the Datta Pak. It seems that Allah granted Khadijah prayer at that time, do you remember if at that time Khadija ever prayed if Datta was not his match then may Allah match them.

“Why should I be ashamed? And you also have to remember if the happy heart of the husband has such a great reward.” Again and again Datta began to bring religious pretexts so that Khadijah obeyed his wishes.

Khadijah was silent for a while and then he lowered his head with both hands clasping each other. Perhaps for most women this kind of call is common to all of them however, in contrast to Khadijah so do not be equated, yes!

“Sa-honey,” call Khadijah with a very soft speech. Datta commented on the sweet smile after listening to his wife's words, but Datta felt less relieved because his wife spoke so softly once and again Datta began to be addicted to the call.

“Honey, I can't hear,” said Datta while scraping his own ears. I swear by whatever Khadijah is feeling more and more embarrassed now.

“Honey,” call Khadijah hard and also so quickly. Khadijah immediately threw his gaze in the other direction because he found it difficult to hide his shame in front of his husband.

Khadijah glanced at Datta who was now smiling sweetly even when Khadijah's gaze met the husband, the man deliberately blinking one of his eyes made Khadijah immediately turn his gaze in the other direction. Khadija felt the fog if he saw the attitude of the husband who seemed to tease him.

“Honey, tonight sleep together with me,” invite Datta to Khadijah.

“Mas ... uh means, Dear. I can't ...” Khadijah's words were floating in the air after Datta interrupted his words.

“No can refuse, because nolak husband is a big sin,” continued Datta. Datta is very smart if he begs someone and like Khadija must start learning from him.

Khadijah to say istighfar in the heart when seeing this behavior of her husband. Datta's behavior really made Khadijah shake his head. How could the Boss he had known so far had a cold and cruel attitude could turn into a hello kitty like this, really inversely proportional to the beginning of Khadijah and Datta met at that time.

When remembering the beginning of their meeting Khadijah still felt the same pain. But Khadija could not judge people from his past because Rasullullah's greatest enemy was now lying next to his grave.

“Yes, Allah. May Khadijah always be able to think positive and leave negative thoughts. Amin.”

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Datta couldn't close his eyes last night. He could not take his gaze away from this beautiful creature beside him. Datta looked at his wife's innocent face while sleeping. Long hair that looked messy with milk-white skin made Datta gulp his own saliva.

Yes, last night Khadija slept without using her robe and hijab. Khadijah used sleeping pajamas that he always wore when he was in the room alone. Khadijah was forced to comply with Datta's request because the husband said they would do nothing and just sleep together. Yes, Khadija is still waiting for their marriage age of one month more and to see if she is pregnant or not because if Khadija is pregnant then the child in the womb will not pithyab, he said, or at least the people will follow Khadijah and not Datta. You must know if the child is born from a forbidden relationship then the members follow the mother and not the father.

Khadijah began to blink both eyes and Datta closed his eyes. Because Datta did not want his wife immediately surprised when he saw her had noticed the beautiful face nan plain. Datta began to feel if there was electricity that now seemed to spread throughout his body. And that flow came from one of his wife's touches.

“Khadija touched me?” datta asked himself.