Forced to Marry an Old Man
TMPT - 8

"Lana, open your mouth."

Lana blinked cengo at that sudden request. Though he had just come down from the motorbike that brought him to the front of the large residence, but suddenly Raul even told him to open his mouth?

Usually that means something, right? But Raul holds nothing.

"S-now?"

"Well, loh? Where would you open your mouth?" Raul smiled nosily.

Making Lana upset until she opens her mouth. Whatever.

Raul pulls Lana's chin closer, apparently peering into her mouth. Then he let go, down from the mofor.

Rada didn't really, thought Lana but just kept quiet, didn't ask her why she did it.

"Lana." Raul walks in front of him, carrying the helmet he was wearing. "You want me to buy some more buckwheat?"

"You." Lana answered very quickly. "That's bad. Want."

It tastes so good. In the village no one sells that. There are only five thousand chocolate drinks and the taste is clearly different.

Lana hoped to give Luna as well, as she would definitely be very happy with her sweetness.

"That's it." Raul smiles. "Well, if Lana recedes, I'll buy another one too. Lana ever try a chocolate donut?"

"Donat messis?"

"Donat messis." Raul laughs—no, laughs at Lana's words.

Lana was clearly offended. He knows what good food is in town. Fuck up! If he's in the village, does this guy know what? It's the same. They have different environments and different knowledge.

Of course, Lana was just angry in her heart. Keep following Raul's steps until they finally stop in the kitchen.

Lana was surprised to see there was her husband's wife. Goddess, if not the wrong name?

"Raul, why did you just come home?" The goddess stared intently at her son. "You should go to college today. Why are you late?"

Lana spontaneously joined. The reason is because he is only familiar with Raul, also because he is afraid he is angry if not followed. But the voice of the Goddess held him back.

"Where are you going?"

Lana looked tense. Especially when he heard Raul whistling leisurely, rising without turning his head again. She ignored Lana.

"Sit down."

Lana sat down obediently. Obviously he was afraid of fierce aunts. It only made him remember Aunt Imania.

"You don't think you can relax here just because of a new wife."

Lana's heart was pounding. He was scared and uncomfortable. Much better Raul here. Please return. Didn't he promise to protect Lana?

"Just because Raul's dad is sick, you think you're free. The wife's job is not just to stay in bed. Lots of other work."

Lana squeezes her skirt in silence. Just to be quiet listening.

"From now on who cooks in this house you. Obviously, I don't want to eat village food so how do I learn how to cook another. Then, because you also can't help me work, mending you clean the house. Including making porridge for his papa Raul, bribe him, clean him."

Lana gasped at just the last utterance. Then Lana should still interact with that man?!

Nope, no! He doesn't want to!

"Lana, your name?" Goddesses squeaking. "You think you're the only one who doesn't want to?"

Lana jerks.

"Women should know to pretend to like even if they don't like it for money. If you don't have any use here, you don't think I can beat you up?"

Lana bit her lip. Trying hard not to cry as he replied, "Yes, Mom."

Maybe, Raul just lied to her about protecting Lana.

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