Forced to marry her
64. The past.

The day was getting dark, there was clearly the sound of gurgling rain falling from the sky, the cold wind made the atmosphere more bitter.

Diandra had immersed himself in a thick blanket and fragrant barbau.

His body felt warm when he was carrying the thick blanket.

Kafka was still busy with his laptop, occasionally glancing at his wife.

His smile grew even more, impatiently wanting to feel affectionate with his soulmate.

Kafka tried to finish his job quickly so he could sleep next to his wife

Kafka immediately closed his laptop and immediately jumped on the bed with Diandra.

"Darling, are you asleep?" Kafka asked affectionately then hugged Diandra from behind and kissed her hair.

The fragrance of Diandra's hair has spoiled Kafka's nasal cavity.

Diandra immediately woke up shocked to hear Kafka's voice.

Diandra sharpened his gaze and frowned.

Without thinking long Diandra immediately kicked Kafka hard with both legs, making Kafka's body bounce far from the top of the bed.

"Who told you to sleep on the bed, you should sleep on the couch!" The sudden look of the jutek that made Kafka's eyes glare in disbelief.

"Darling, why are you kicking me?" kafka protests while holding his butt that hurts from the Diandra kick that is quite hard.

Kafka stood up and looked at Diandra.

"Darling, I'm your husband, let me sleep next to you, ok!"Kafka's face was so slick when he spoke.

"No, you gotta sleep on the couch or I'm gonna kick you out." Ketus Diandra with eyes that make Kafka's heart like slashed.

"Darling, this time it's okay, yes, yes."

Kafka fused his palms together and blinked his eyes, hoping that Diandra would have some pity on him.

He was willing to prostrate and beg in front of his wife to be able to sleep in bed.

Diandra whirred his gaze and fused his two eyebrows together.

Both of Diandra's hands were on his waist.

"No,, can, can,,, !" Diandra immediately covered her body with her blanket from the bottom up to her head.

"Yes, God is so good about my life. Difficult to have a wife lost memory, want to sleep as long as you can not. Boro-boro sleeping in bed, nyium aja ngak can. Apes, apes." Kafka said softly as he rubbed his face rough.

Kafka walked lethargicly to the sofa in the room.

His heart was a little disappointed because it failed to make out with his wife.

Kafka had to resist his desire.

The night was so late, Diandra was asleep, but Kafka's eyes were still awake.

Kafka smiled cunningly and walked slowly closer to the bed.

Slowly but surely, Kafka settles down and sleeps next to Diandra and hugs Diandra's body slowly.

"Good sleep dear." she said softly and kissed Diandra's forehead slowly so that Diandra did not wake up.

The day started early, Diandra woke up and stretched her hands to relax her muscles

His eyeballs suddenly widened after seeing Kafka already sleeping beside him.

Diandra hit Kafka's body hard.

"How dare you sleep here, hurry up and leave or yell out. Get up and get out of here!" Ketus Diandra while shaking Kafka's body.

Kafka is difficult to build, even he does not care about the ravings of his wife. Kafka immediately pulled Diandra's body and hugged her tightly, her right leg accidentally pierced Diandra's body.

Diandra can not move even to breathe was very difficult and felt tight.

"Darling, I love you I don't want to fall asleep apart from you. You're my wife and I'm your husband so we have to sleep in bed. I can't stand being away from you." He then kissed Diandra forcibly.

Now Kafka's body is on top of Diandra's body. Both of his hands held Diandra's hands tightly so that Diandra could not move or escape from her anymore.

Kafka played his eyebrows and eyes,

He was satisfied to have his wife.

Diandra tried to rebel but his strength was not so strong.

"Take me off or I'll scream out loud for people to kick you out." His cruelty with sharpening his gaze.

Kafka did not care about his threat. Kafka laughed when he heard his words.

"Ok, whatever you say but now let me go." Loud screams.

Kafka could not bear to see Diandra upset like that, with Kafka forced to let go.

"I'm sorry if I've been so overboard with you, but I just want to always be next to you that's all I want." Clearly welding.

Suddenly Diandra's head felt dizzy and her gaze looked faint.

"Oh, my head is so dizzy, Kafka can you get off my body" he said, holding his head.

Kafka immediately went down and sat down anxiously.

"Dear, what's wrong with you? we should go to the doctor."

Kafka's face looked anxious and worried about his wife's condition.

Kafka took the water and gave it to Diandra.

Diandra took a sip and looked at Kafka.

His eyes narrowed Kafka's eyes.

both of his hands held Kafka's face, not feeling his tears just dripping.

"Kafka, have you ever done that to me before, I remember it but it's cryptic. Kafka, is there a man who looks like you." Tanya Diandra was sad.

Kafka was still confused. He was confused as to what to answer.

"What Raffa he meant, did Raffa ever do the same thing I did. Why should he remember it and why he doesn't remember me at all" Kafka said.

Kafka clasped Diandra's hand warmly and smiled faintly.

"Now take a shower and get ready, I'll show you something." Kafka answered and rubbed Diandra's head.

Diandra just nodded then went to the bathroom.

He waded his body with cold water but his current gaze was completely empty.

Diandra has finished bathing and changing clothes as well as Kafka.

Kafka and Diandra go to Raffa's house.

arriving at Raffa's house, Kafka immediately took Diandra to the second floor there was Raffa and Diandra's room when he was still together.

Kafka opened the room door and entered with Diandra.

"Darling, do you remember this room?" kafka asked while showing the contents of the room. Diandra just shook her head.

On the wall of the room is a photo of Raffa and Diandra.

There are many photos, including family photos as well.

"Is he the one you remember? She's my sister, and so is your husband, but she died a year ago."

His hand pointed towards Raffa's photo.

"Yes, he's the one I remember, so why did you say you were my husband?" diabdra was confused.

Diandra sat down and looked at the photo in front of him.

Kafka immediately took the white paper and gave it to Diandra.

Diandra took it and read it carefully.

Suddenly, her tears just fell.

"Are you marrying me because of this letter?"

"No, from the beginning I've loved you, long before you married her.

But you prefer him over me, and I married you not because of the letter, but because I really love you." Kafka explained, then clasped Diandra's hand.

His view looks sad and sad when you have to repeat the story in the past.

Diandra looked at Kafka's face fixed, He recalled something so faint in his memory.

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