It's not my fault for taking your wife
BSMI 18's

Half-conscious, Giany tried to take off the hand that was circling his body. He raised his head, to look at the face of the owner of the body. But all was blurred in his sight.

Slowly he lay his head on the chest of the field, when his remaining strength was no longer strong to support his body. He could feel the softness of a hand that rubbed his hair. The musk scent that emanated from the burly body calmed Giany's mind, as his subconscious believed that the person who was now embracing him was not Desta.

And that moment, everything was dark. Giany was unconscious again.

“Giany?” whispered Allan who is now holding Giany's body so as not to fall. He glanced at the corner of the street, where Desta had chanted his wife's name several times.

Allan growling. This time, he won't let Desta hurt Giany. Finally, he chose to carry Giany and bring him into his car. Allan set the seat so that Giany can lean. The rubbing of Giany's bruised face, as well as the rest of the blood at the corner of his lips. For whatever reason, Allan did not want anyone to hurt Giany, even if it was her own husband.

“Giany!” Desta's shout echoed, making Allan turn his head. The look in his eyes lit up emitting anger.

“Where are you, Giany? Quick out!” screamed once more.

This time, Allan really couldn't stand it. The only thing he wanted was to beat up Desta and make the cruel man feel the pain that Giany felt. Allan got out of the car, making Desta turn towards him.

Desta's eyes were full. His hands clenched, as his gaze led to the front passenger seat of the doctor's car. Giany was asleep there.

Nah! Not sleeping, but fainting.

There, Allan was already filled with anger. Desta, who did not accept his wife, was in the doctor's car and approached. Want to open the car door, but Allan put the body right in front of him.

“You what are you? Why is my wife in your car?” bent Desta while pushing Allan's chest.

“Your wife?”

Bugh! Allan's one fist landed onto Desta's face, making the man take a few steps back.

“You said she's your wife, sure?” Allan clutching the collar of Desta's shirt. “You feel good, right? Let's reply, don't get used to just women!”

Bugh bugh bugh

Allan attacked Desta repeatedly, no matter the man before him was going to die or not, for sure, Desta could not do anything. Because his efforts to avenge Allan's blow were so easily repelled.

In a matter of minutes, Desta was already lying helplessly on the side of the road, with bruises around his face and body.

Desta got up a few times, but already had no strength. “Download my wife from your car or I will report you to the police!” With the rest of his strength, Desta tried to threaten. But Allan did not care.

After that, Allan immediately got into the car without caring about the curse and the threat that Desta uttered. He drove the car away from the place, taking Giany away with him.

“Bjakk!!” desta shouted as she stared at Allan's car going away.

“Giany!!”

Desta growling. His anger felt through the crown. In front of his own eyes, a man who was to him a stranger took away his wife. Damn, he could do nothing.

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Allan's car entered the courtyard of a minimalist house after a guard opened the gate. He glanced at Giany who until now had not realized from his stupor. Desta's actions have been completely outrageous for Allan. Giany had just been discharged from the hospital, instead of treating his wife well, was beaten.

Allan looked at Giany. His hands stretched out stroking that pale face. There was a sudden pain seeping into his heart, as he stared at the several new bruises on the woman's face.

“Giany ..” whispered Allan trying to wake Giany. No matter where the impulse came from, he clenched tightly onto the frail body, then peeked at its forehead many times. However, Giany did not notice.

It was precisely Allan who suddenly realized.

Allan, remember the limits! The one you hug and kiss this is the wife of the person, not your wife!! inner Allan

Yes, Allan just realized he had fallen in love with Giany.

It had never been imagined by him, that his heart would be adrift with the figure of a simple woman who became his patient. A woman who is still tied to a wedding rope with another man.

This time, Allan did not care anymore about Giany's status. He would do anything to protect the woman. No matter what he will do, or the views of people who might give him the nickname of the player.

Allan stared fixedly at Giany's pale face, then buried a kiss on the woman's forehead, deep and long. A kiss that seemed able to flow how deep love he had for the woman.

Examining Giany's bruised face, Allan's anger re-pervaded.

It's not my fault I took your wife! You threw it away yourself.

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