Last Night with Sister-in-law
Demands Clarity
Mr. Dario Mark and Mrs Farida were of course shocked by what they heard from her son's lips. How could his eldest son be an abnormal man? They know very well that Mahesa is in a state of unhealthy. 3 years of treatment abroad does not necessarily make the disease heal properly.
"How is this, Mum? How long will our son be single like this? He is 38 years old. She could be an old virgin, Mas," decak Madam Farida stared at the departure of the son.
"Maybe it's because Mahesa doesn't feel confident. We know for ourselves how he is. Her body looks healthy, but-"
"Enough, Mom. Our son is healed, 3 years old, Mas. He has been on medication abroad for 3 years. Didn't heal too? I just want to see him get married and have a wife, thank God that he can give us grandchildren. I just want to see Mahesa happy with any woman she really is. She's been suffering a lot all this time, Mas" said Mrs Farida at length. Both eyes seemed to be in tears considering how much suffering the son had been.
"Patience, dear. We pray for the best for our son. Mahesa's cured, I'm sure of it."
Madam Farida rubbed her face rough. Immediately her husband immediately hugged his wife trying to calm down. The heart of which parent is resistant to seeing the suffering of his son, living single and saying that he is an abnormal man is something that is most painful for both parents Mahesa.
* * *
Meanwhile, Mahesa is not necessarily driving direction. In his brain there was only one name. Namely Melisa, that woman has really disturbed the calmness of her soul.
All this time she was fine without Melisa, even though her body had to endure countless pains from the illness she was suffering from. Not lately, though.
Ever since he spent one night with the woman, the life of a Mahesha has changed. His love for Melisa is burning.
Especially after he saw and witnessed for himself the suffering experienced by him. His desire to have that woman is growing.
"Where are you, Melisa," murmured Mahesa.
He drives all day, even all night until morning. However, the woman he was looking for was simply unable to find. The man immediately rubbed his nostrils involuntarily, a red spot almost filled his palm now.
"Damn, why now?" he murmured again, pulled over the car and stopped right by the side of the road.
Mahesa grabbed a small bottle of medicine, she drank it with water that she always provided in her car. The man raised his head, hoping that the fresh blood flowing from his nostrils would stop flowing. What pain is that man named Mahesa?
* * *
One week later.
Darius lived his own days so lonely in his big house. There was no laughter Melisa usually accompanied. There was no spoiled whimper of the wife, though only she always treated him with a cold demeanor. His house was completely quiet and quiet.
"Mas misses you, Mel," he muttered, looking around his house and rubbing his face rough.
Geck! Geck! Geck!
The sound of knocking at the door instantly broke his daydream. He stood up and walked to the door and opened it. Deep down in his heart, Darius hoped that his beloved wife would come.
Chequek!
The door was opened, his hope was instantly lost. The one who came was not Melisa but Mira, the woman who had been her affair. He came with his daughter Talia.
"Daddy!" babble Talia immediately hugged Darius longing.
"Mira, Talia?" murmured Darius, his brain immediately felt stopped functioning, when what became his hope was just a pseudo-fiction. He even ignored his daughter who was currently hugging both of his legs tightly.
"Huh? Eu ... Ten-of course I can. Please come in," replied Darius, with a real sense of reluctance.
He took Talia and brought her into the house. Mira seemed to smile. He didn't come there for no reason. He will demand clarity about their relationship.
"Your wife isn't home yet, is she?" tanya Mira spread her eyes staring around the house.
"Yes, he hasn't come home until now," Darius replied in a cold tone of voice.
"Oh, so it seems. I'm not sure she'll be back in this house once she finds out about our relationship."
Darius immediately snorted in annoyance. He lowered Talia's body and asked her to rest in the room. The girl nodded obediently, then entered into one of the rooms.
"What was your purpose in coming here?" darius asked, looking at Mira's face with a sharp eye.
"What else, I told you. Talia whines to see you."
"Relatedly? Not because you have other goals?"
"What do you mean, Mom? What's wrong if I expect more from our relationship? Your wife will never come back here. I'm sure he's with your brother right now."
Darius immediately clenched both of his hands. His jaw was hardened, his heart was burning hot with jealous flames. Imagining his wife sleeping with his brother really made the heart of a Darius feel tormented.
As an impingement, he immediately pulls Mira's rough wrist and brings her into the room. The man opened one by one the clothes that coiled around Mira's body without feeling.
"Wait, Mas. What do you want? Talia will see us. Wait until she goes to sleep first" cried Mira trying to make a revolt, but her screams were ignored.
The man really vent his desires blindly and harshly. Not the pleasure that Mira received but the pain that was immeasurable. A sobbing sound could be heard from the woman's lips, but Darius was completely oblivious.
"Mas! Slow down, sick!" he nodded as he closed his eyes.
* * *
In a different place.
"Jeek! Yuck! Yuck!" Melisa squatted in front of the toilet.
I don't know why the nausea suddenly whack. His throat felt choked, his stomach felt bloated. He rubbed the tip of his lips while leaning his back against the bathroom wall.
"What happened to my stomach?" he murmured, rubbing his flat stomach which felt strange.
Melisa's mind floated at once remembering something. His chest suddenly felt tight. His eyes were reddened complete with a circle of tears that filled his petals now.
"Oh my God, when was the last time I came to the moon? Can't it be that I'm ha-mil?" he murmured, the tears immediately fell soaking his beautiful face now.
SERIATE
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