Forced to marry her
12. Kafka is out of control

"Sweetie I'm hungry" he said spoiled.

Raffa picked up his phone from the table and called Bibi to bring him two servings of breakfast.

Bi Us knocked on the door slowly and

Raffa opened it. Take a tray containing breakfast from the hands of Bi Us.

"Thank you Bi." she said politely.

"Yes, sir." replied Bi Us and left.

"Honey let's spit at the meal."

"Yes thank you." Diandra smiled sweetly.

He was so grateful that his guardian angel always spoiled him. Raffa is as affectionate as the queen in the household.

The taste cannot be expressed in words.

After breakfast Diandra and Raffa left the room and sat in the tv room.

There was Kafka and Iffa sitting there.

Diandra did not want to sit with them but her husband who made his body fixated near them at that time.

"What a wound is still sore." Iffa asked a little closer to Diandra's knee.

"It doesn't hurt just a small wound." His reply slightly pulled his knee away from Iffa's sight.

Iffa pulled her face back slowly.

Kafka just glanced at her slowly as her heart still coagulated seeing Diandra sitting next to her Husband.

He was changing channel tv, actually he did not want to see tv but his emotions made the channel move.

Diandra saw him very furious.

Wanting to feel she pulled the TV remote from Kafka's hands but her intention stopped because there was her husband there.

"What he did why he kept hugging him, the bottom of the lack of work really he was." His inner.

Raffa left after Papa and Mama called him because there was something they had to talk about.

"Darling, I stayed a while because my mom called me."Raffa.

"Yes, but hurry back."

Raffa stroked his hair softly and kissed his wife's forehead and left Diandra.

Diandra's speech made Kafka's ear cavity feel like it wanted to explode. His face still looked flat and sour at the time. Of course he was angry because he was jealous.

Iffa also went to leave the tv room to do his college assignments.

There was only Kafka and Diandra sitting in the tv room.

Diandra felt uncomfortable and awkward because there was Kafka in the room but she tried to hide it.

Diandra felt thirsty, she stood up and wanted to fetch the water that was near the kitchen. His knees still feel sore so that the establishment can not stand upright slowly.

"God..." Diandra groaned in pain unable to stand up.

Kafka glanced at him, knowing that Diandra wanted to take a drink.

Kafka stood up stepping away taking something from the kitchen.

Return with a glass of water and give it to Diandra.

Diandra hesitates to accept it but thirst makes her ladder reach out and accept it.

"Thank you." said Diandra slightly nodding even though her mind felt awkward.

Kafka remained silent without even opening his mouth

His heart was still cold as ice cubes.

His mind was still wandering around somewhere.

The shadow made him remember something that made his mind tormented.

"Are you happy with her?" Ask Kafka suddenly.

Diandra lifted his face and looked at Kafka fixedly digesting every word that came out of the kafka's mouth.

His mind was still wondering, what was he asking like that.

"Yes, what's wrong with her is I'm happy with her." Indeed he is very happy because Raffa is the man he longed for long ago.

Kafka looked at Diandra sharply full of hatred.

Diandra looked down uncomfortable with those eyes.

"Kafka is handsome but dear he's arrogant."his inner.

Kafka shifted his seat parallel to Diandra's.

Diandra waver and so misaligned.

Don't know what Kafka's gonna do to him later.

Kafka took Diandra's chin slowly. Diandra was surprised and looked at him fixedly.

Kafka's gaze made his heart dag dig dug erratic. Her eyes widened round and her heart wanted to scream calling her husband.

"Coups." Kafka's lips landed smoothly on Diandra's lips.

Diandra pushes Kafka's body but he doesn't care about Diandra's current status.

He clenched his lips, not wanting to let go. I don't know what demon possessed him so he could be reckless like a starving lion.

Diandra bit Kafka's lips hard.

Kakfa moaned in pain and instantly let Diandra off just like that.

Finally he was able to escape from the tangles of the orange who wanted to pounce on him.

Diandra set his breath that was almost gone.

His heart was furious wanting to hit Kafka's face hard.

Diandra tried to stand up no matter the pain in his knee.

Plaakk,,, the,,,

"Damn it, how dare you kiss me, you son of a bitch." It means hard and angry.

He went with his limp leg with

his heart was crying, his mind was deeply hurt and his soul rebelled in anger.

Kafka yelled and ruffled his coarse hair.

He regretted not being able to hold back his lust.

It was a torment that his mind was unable to withstand the fiery turmoil that was so burning.

Vera approached Kafka and stroked his shoulders slowly.

"What's wrong with you."any wonder to see Kafka upset.

Vera was still wondering what the two cats were doing there.

Diandra sat on the bed rubbing her lips rough with her palm.

Crying regretted betraying her husband.

"I'm sorry baby, I tarnish our love, I'm stupidly unable to take care of myself" he said regretfully.

Raffa opened the door of his room slowly

approaching his wife who was still crying.

Hugging him warmly he felt confused seeing his wife crying.

"Darling what's the reason why you're crying." asked Raffa softly.

Diandra's cry further broke and immediately hugged her husband tightly, hiding her face on her husband's chest.

"I just miss my mom" she told a lie.

"Don't cry anymore, next week we go there to visit mother." replied Raffa persuaded him.

Diandra just nodded .

She did not want her husband to know that the lion had desecrated the sanctity of his love.

Raffa let go of his embrace, kissed his forehead and wiped his wife's tears.

Diandra felt a little calm and relieved because Raffa always made her happy.

Only Raffa is capable of making his heart melt.

Everyone gathered at the dining table including Diandra and Kafka.

Diandra who sat in front of Kafka just lowered his head in anger.

Kafka glanced at him like he was innocent. Forgetting the incident and not wanting to talk about it again.

"Dear eat." said Raffa.

Diandra nodded and fed her mouth with a spoonful of rice without vegetables.

He just scoops without looking at the contents of his plate.

"Ma, we ate right home." said Raffa.

"Honey, why don't you take longer Mama still miss you guys." Persuade mom

"Sorry Ma, next time we'll stay longer" replied Raffa and grabbed his wife's hand from behind a table.

"You must take care of your health and take care of your wife. Don't stay up late, don't think too much about work" Papa said because he didn't want Raffa to fall ill again.

"Yes Pa, Papa don't worry I'll be fine."

Kafka saw her envious, they paid more attention to Raffa than to her.

His heart was still injured, the look on his eyes still looked sharp grinning.

Kafka stood up and left the dining table.

His heart still felt unruffled. His mind still felt and

the wound is still very painful.

Raffa and Diandra left the mansion.

The car was getting further away leaving behind memories of the pain.

Raffa grabbed and grabbed his wife's hand. Kissing her meaningfully and sincerely from the bottom of her heart.

Raffa's love is very pure and sincere to her

Diandra looked at him for a while and smiled faintly.

Back with a face of regret.

Regret having betrayed her husband's love so sincerely to her.

"Honey, you want to stop by" asked Raffa who was still shaking Diandra's hand.

"Just go home because I want to rest" he replied.

Raffa nodded and continued to drive his car.

Raffa parked his car casually in his garage.

Diandra went down waiting for her husband.

Diandra's legs are still sore the road is still a bit limp.

Raffa cradled his wife's slender body into the house.

"Why are you holding me, baby." asked the spoiled Diandra.

"Don't your legs still hurt" Raffa asked back.

"Yes, but....!

"But it's okay, I'm still strong carrying your body." so Raffa cut off his wife's words.

"Thank you dear." Spoiled Diandra.

Her hands were round her husband's neck.

Biting her lips slowly, both her eyes looked at her husband's handsome face.

"Don't look at me like that" Raffa said.

Diandra smiled and hid her face.

"Because you're handsome, baby."diandra's teasing.

Raffa gave a small laugh and kissed his wife's forehead.

"Basic teaser." said Raffa.

"What's wrong if I flirt with my own husband."

Raffa pushed the door of the room with his feet slowly.

Go in and lay his wife down on the bed.

Looking at his wife's face.

"It's not wrong of you to tease me but not right now your legs will still hurt." replied Raffa stroking Diandra's cheek slowly.

Raffa went into the bathroom changing his pajamas.

Get out and come back to take a change for his wife.

Raffa painstakingly changed his wife's clothes.

"Honey, I want to pee." said Diandra.

Raffa nodded and immediately carried his wife to the bathroom.

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