Imperfect Wife
CHAPTER 33 INTERESTED WIFE PERSON

Degh~

Instantly my body creeped in fear as Mas Heri hugged from behind. The current position he was squeezing my body against the wall near the door of the room.

"What are you doing Mas Heri ?!!" I tried to escape but failed.

"What am I doing ? Of course I want to enjoy my wife's body. Serve me dear~" said Mas Heri who sounded softly right on my earlobe.

Don't snort at me aarrgghh~

I have not had time to answer want or not, suddenly Mas Heri had pulled a towel wrapped around my body and threw it just like that.

I gasped to feel the cold rush into my innocent body.

Not until there, Mas Heri also locked the movement of both hands so that there was nothing I could do but accept forcefully this situation.

"Mas, Don't do it. I don't want to mas~" I keep resisting when mas Heri wants to play my body from behind.

My tears just escaped, I don't want to serve with compulsion. Hiks~ don't~

"You just have to obey, baby, against the husband it's a sin. You understand ?" mas Heri's voice sounded heavy and the look in his eyes fogged with passion.

"Let me be your husband, obey me or I will be rude to you~" said Mas Heri who began to kiss my skin.

One hand of Mas Heri locked two of my wrists on top of my head, the other hand squeezed out playing my chewy bumps alternately.

"Awsshh hurts mas, don't~" I felt pained as Mas Heri's rough hand played my pu ting tip then twisted and squeezed firmly.

"Synthetic and toned, you are indeed a true pe la cur dear ugh~" Mas Heri licked my collar neck while re-squeezing both of my chewy bumps in turn.

Mas Heri's touch felt a little rough and hurried. I didn't enjoy the situation at all, I kept revolting to make Mas Heri upset.

But unfortunately, Mas Heri was not disturbed by my resistance. He was already foggy of passion, damn it !!

Yeah, I'd rather be beaten and treated like a babu than be forced to serve his depraved passions. In me I continue to refuse to serve, even though he is a husband but it is only limited to paper.

The fact is I've been assuming he's dead since years ago.

Aagghh~

My soul continued to rebel but in fact was out of balance with the reaction of my body that began to be provoked.

"I beg you, don't mas hiks~" I cried as much as I could but Mas Heri was deaf and kept hearing my body to serve him.

Deadly I refrained from being legitimate when one foot mas Heri shifted the position of my legs until they opened wider. He deliberately played my core from behind.

Rough once hiks ~

And what Mas Heri is doing right now is,

"Akhh mas, don't I beg you. Don't do it !!" I refused when Heri's mas tried to suppress mine after previously swiping my wet burrow through my crazy pan tat chunk.

Plak~ one hard slap landed on one bo kong I made me grimace.

"According to pe la cur !! Aren't you used to doing this huhh !! " mas Heri's tone sounded mixed with anger.

Does Mas Heri not accept that I have slept with another man ?? Is Heri loyal too ? Did he never sleep with another woman all this time ??

It can't be, right,

When my mind is afraid of bad things, it arrives, just,

"ahh !!! Pain !!!"

A few hours later..

The atmosphere of the field near the mess is already crowded with workers arriving. There are those who invite family, some are alone, some are inviting couples.

The atmosphere of the people's party for these workers is free concept in the open. All dishes they rarely find are available.

What is prepared can be eaten.

Juragan Endri is not responsible for preparing everything.

In the western part of the field there is a long table lined with various delicious foods.

On the other hand there are rows of various drinks ranging from juice, soda to alcoholic beverages.

Workers carrying families seemed to enjoy the dishes served warmly.

Moreover, Juragan Endri also rented a generator for this night, so the atmosphere of the field feels so festive with bright colorful lights.

The music accompanies the nuances of tonight, plus all guests are free if you want to karaoke.

A banquet that is pampering for each of those who invite family and couples.

While some guests who do not bring a partner prefer to gather at one of the large tables with Endri .

Currently they are playing the game with lucrative money and prize bets.

Juragan Endri prepared a new motorcycle, for anyone who managed to win gambling this time.

"In addition to betting money, the winner will also get this bike. But remember, the bet should not be under 1 million. Who wants to fight me, let's~ hahaha~" Endri's laughter implied arrogance.

Some guests come to play, the rest are just spectators or fun to enjoy the party atmosphere.

Heri Susanto who arrived with his wife seemed to keep smiling, his footsteps were so steady greeting every guest who was in a pity with her.

Kumala Dewi herself was only silent, occasionally replying to people's greetings while smiling knots.

"We just join the bellhop table, come on baby~" Heri Susanto pulled the wife's arm to line her steps.

A couple who look so contrasting, Kumala the beautiful goddess of the capital city's spec body goes with Heri Santoso whose appearance is a bit like a thug with fine fur around the jaw that has not been shaved.

"For heaven and earth, man." chirped the Endri scribe as Heri Santoso was about to introduce his wife.

"Yes, this is why I asked for permission to leave the other day. I don't want my wife in Java to be alone. Afraid of being taken by the men." Heri santoso's smile seemed enthusiastic showing off the wife.

'May also his wife Heri Santoso this~' muttered Juragan Endri in heart while smiling charmingly towards Kumala Dewi.

After the introduction, Heri Santoso seemed to join other guests following the bet that is currently underway.

"Your money is also a lot, man Heri, do not you love it was lost in vain ?hahaha~" said one of the guests who felt confident that Heri Santoso would definitely lose.

"To get a motorbike, nothing. The important thing is to take my wife to walk on a new motorbike later hahaha~" Heri Santoso's voice is too confident.

The shadow of winning bets in addition to the motorbike can also return the capital making Heri Santoso too sure will win the bet this time.

Meanwhile, since then, silent juragan Endri continued to glance at the Kumala Dewi who looked next to her husband, next to her,

'Beautiful but with an unhappy face. Did Heri Santoso not treat you well, beautiful ?' juragan Endri asked Kumala Dewi through a gaze that happened to meet each other for a split second.