I'm the One You're wasting
Depressed Witma

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Witma Alya, who married when she was just 15, never thought her marriage to Reka would be a nightmare for her. How not? It turns out that Witma was married to a man who often flirted with hitting hands without knowing what was wrong. What makes Witma was not out of thought turned out that her husband was still dependent on both parents.

Until one night Reka, the husband came home with a very disheveled state Witma also smelled the smell of alcohol that was so pungent into his sense of smell. Because this is not the first time that Reka came home in this state, therefore Witma was not too surprised.

"Mas, drunk again?" asked Witma while asking Reka to enter, it happened that everyone in the house of Reka had fallen asleep. So, no one knew that Reka came home drunk. Coincidentally, the two of them still live with their parents and also their three younger siblings.

"Serve me, I'm cold" said Reka suddenly.

Witma who heard that just shook her head because she was coming by the moon. "Can't Mas, I'm currently coming to the moon," subtly declined Witma.

"I don't care, the important thing is that you serve me!" snapped Reka, while slamming Witma roughly onto the bed.

"No Mas, not in our religion is forbidden to relate Int–" Witma's sentence was interrupted when Reka overcame her body.

"You enjoy it enough, don't have much to say" whispered Reka while biting a small earlobe Witma.

"Mas please don't do this" Pinta Witma pleaded. However, like demonic possession, Reka stopped, she even more crazily played wildly on the body of Witma.

Witma did not stay silent he continued to rebel hoping Reka stopped his activities but, what happened Reka even felt Witma was challenging him so as to make his desire even more passionate.

"Mas, it hurts and hurts so much" Witma said softly and now the corner of her eye had also begun to water.

"I told you, you enjoyed it enough!" Once again, Reka snapped at Witma.

"Your staff .." said Witma. With a trembling voice as he was enduring the pain and pain down there. Right now there was nothing he could do but surrender.

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The next morning Witma awoke from her sleep with pain all over her body. It turned out that last night Reka enjoyed her body until the early hours of the morning.

"God, why is my body sick. Is this because Mas Reka played too rough," muttered Witma slowly he was afraid Reka heard it. "Akhh, it is very sick, O God," crowbar Witma as he tried to walk. He intended to clean his body but, just now, he opened the door his footsteps stopped when he accidentally heard his mother and father-in-law talking about him.

"Witma until now, has not been pregnant anyway, sir," said Witma's mother-in-law named Endang. "Is the child barren?" ask her husband who is sitting next to her. However, her husband responded by shrugging his shoulders. "Ish, Father. No, not even answered!" ketus Endang's.

"Whatever father knows, ma'am, maybe God hasn't given them trust." Witma's father-in-law finally replied, he did not interfere too often in the affairs of the household Witma and Reka. "Father wants to go to the rice field first, later if Reka wakes up just tell him to follow there," asked Witma's father-in-law named Badrun.

"Mom, they just got married a few months ago it's only natural that Witma is not pregnant, I ask you not to be a thorn in their marriage." Badrun is indeed the wisest father-in-law in thinking. "What I just heard, if later the plan wakes up su—"

"So just keep your barren daughter-in-law!" ketus Endang's. "If in these two months Witma is still not pregnant as well, then my determination will be unanimous to find another woman for Reka" he continued.

While Witma who eavesdropped from earlier the corner of her eyes began to water, after hearing the words of Endang. Make her tears just escape. "Yes, God. Strengthen your servant's heart," wirred Witma as she wiped away the tears. "Don't you let anyone ruin my household. Because I want this to be my first and last marriage without having a third person." Witma was still standing there even though Endang and Badrun were gone.

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"Witta!" The newly awakened designer just called out to Witma with a shrill voice. "Witmas! Are you deaf?"

"L-yes, Mum!" sahut Witma because Reka most dislikes if the call is ignored or not answered. "Wait a minute." Witma washes her hands because she is currently cooking in the kitchen.

"Don't make my blood boil this early in the morning, come here quickly!" exclamation Design.

Making Witma rush into the room, coincidentally the location of the kitchen and their room is not too far away so Witma does not need to take a long time to get to the room. "What's wrong?" asked Witma after entering and she was also so surprised when she saw Reka had ruffled the wardrobe. "Mas, what are you looking for?" ask Witma again.

"The necklace I gave you, where did you put it?" The designer suddenly asked for a necklace, which he gave as Witma's mascot.

"This, what are you looking for?" Witma pointed at his neck as he was currently wearing it.

"Open, I want to borrow. Tomorrow I'll double down" said the designer who Witma couldn't believe. Because a few months ago he also borrowed a ring that Witma's mother bought when she was a girl. But Riku never replaced it until now. "Why shut up, here give it to me!"

It was not that Witma did not give Reka, but the necklace was the only treasure she had. "Mas, what else? My ring hasn't been your ga—" said Witma cut off when Reka pulled the necklace up to break up.

"Whisper! I'll change it too." After successfully getting the necklace Reka pushed Witma. "Go to your mother's house there! Ask for a lot of money. Just tell me I want to borrow some business capital." The crouching figure held Witma's chin. "Do you understand?"

Witma shook her head, because she knew her mother also relied only on the giving of her children after Witma's father returned to the khalik's lap. "Mother has no money, unlike the old days when the late father was still there."

Reka's hand went down to Witma's neck and strangled her, so Witma had trouble breathing. "Just kill you! You are useless!" The crisp laughing. But suddenly … .

"Delivery!! What are you doing?"

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