Love Me Please (Related cruel husband)
Strongwoman

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"Rachel."

"Rachel."

Ramos goes into the apartment and searches for his wife.

Rachel was cleaning the kitchen and mopping the floor. Sontak was surprised and half ran towards her husband as the man called his name.

"Yes, Mum." Sweat on the girl's forehead.

Ramos gripped his wife's chin. He had to make sure that Rachel wouldn't say everything she'd done to the girl.

"Sick, Mas," Rachel moaned as she held Ramos' hand on her chin.

"Listen to me bitch! In a moment both parents; my parents will come. Prepare yourself and never say anything I've done to you. You know the consequences for yourself, right?" threatening Ramos he gripped firmly on his wife's chin without pity.

"Yes. Yes Mas. I get it." Rachel closed her eyes trying to hold back the tears that were about to escape from there.

"Good." Ramos throws Rachel's chin violently. "And the other one never expects any living from me. I wouldn't give my money to a whore like you" Ramos whispered.

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Rachel's heart hurts. A whore? Why does her husband consider her a prostitute? What harm?

"Do you understand?"

"I-yes, Mas" said Rachel lowered her head. Her hair was already straining unkempt.

"A lot of delicious cooking." He pushed his wife violently.

"Argh," cried Rachel holding her stomach. Rachel fell to the floor

"Are you pregnant?" accusers crouching. "What child is pregnant? Oh yeah I forgot that his dad was a lot, right?" He looked at the girl with disdain

"Sad." Ramos spat in Rachel's face

The girl dodged the remains of dear spit Ramos had stuck to her cheek. She darkened her cheek from her husband's spit.

"Work there." He kicked his wife's leg.

"B-well, Mom."

Ramos breezed into the room and slammed the door firmly. Every day the man slammed the door either when he opened it or closed it.

Rachel stood up limped while holding her stomach that felt sore. It looks like the former surgery was again infected and bleeding. He had to work hard and hard when he had not recovered especially Ramos often pushed him to fall to the floor.

The girl walked half-bending while holding her tummy that was throbbing pain, soreness felt in the vinegar spilled.

He walked into the kitchen to cook. It was still noon, she still had time to cook to welcome her in-laws.

Rachel took the food out of the refrigerator. Luckily in the refrigerator all the food is available.

"Good afternoon, Miss."

Rachel pranced in shock and turned around.

"Ehh, Mr. Heru," he said bowing respectfully.

"Sorry, Miss. Here's a shirt from Mister for you to wear tonight."

Rachel's eyebrows furrowed in wonder. Clothes from her husband? When did her husband care about her? Doesn't Ramos hate him?

"Oh thank you, sir." Rachel took the paper bag from Heru's hand.

Heru glanced at Rachel from toe to toe. He was sure that something was wrong with this Young Miss.

"I'm fine, sir." Rachel lowered. Do not let Heru see the wounds on other parts of his body.

"I'm sorry, miss."

"Yes, sir."

Heru breezed away from there. She has to investigate what really happened to Rachel. The appearance of her Young Miss was different unlike the first time Heru met Rachel. Looks skinny and unkempt.

Rachel cooked painstakingly and patiently. He will provide a special menu to welcome the arrival of his two in-laws. Both of his parents were very good to him. Although the husband/her is cruel but at least there are still good people who think it exists.

Rachel wiped her tears. He wanted to give up and leave. But it can't. There were two women who would become victims if he gave up.

"Mothers. Rhymes." Tears drip along with pieces of onions in his hands.

"I miss you guys" he said.

Since her marriage she has never been out of the goods house once. He's locked up in this apartment. Even the door was always locked by her husband. So that he can't go out and meet outsiders. So that he does not know how the condition of his mother and sister?

They exchange news only through smart objects that are often called mobile phones. Near only different places of residence.

"You need to be strong, Rachel. Remember there's Mom and Rima waiting for you there. Don't surrender. Everything's gonna be fine. Aren't you used to be physically and mentally tortured like this? So there's no reason for you to cry and cry. Not happy is okay. Didn't you say happy is when you see the person you love happy?" murmured while stirring the cooking in the pan while strengthening the heart.

"Ehhh woman*****," call Ramos standing behind the wife.

Rachel prancing in shock, "Aww." He accidentally got his hands on the soup he was cooking. Bemoan.

"What's up, Mom?"

Ramos stared cynically at Rachel's blistered hand. But he doesn't care. Even if necessary he wants to cut off the woman's hand.

"Where is my blue shirt?" tannya

"There's in the closet, Mas."

At first Ramos did not want Rachel to touch his valuables. But he thought again that this wife was a slave and a servant. Doesn't the servant serve his master?

"Find it!" tell it.

"B-well, Mom." Rachel turned off her stove and walked towards the husband's room.

"Here, Mas." The girl pulled out the shirt her husband asked for.

Ramos grabbed the shirt violently and re-entered his room.

"Argh, sore." The girl moaned in pain as her hands blistered and even her skin was also shed to the looks of her hand.

"It must have hurt if it was exposed to water." While applying the medicine on the injured area.

"If I were a bandage, Daddy and Mommy would be suspicious." Rachel seemed to be thinking hard.

"I'll let it go. I've been treating it anyway so it won't be an infection" he murmured

Rachel resumed her cooking. Every day the harsh treatment of Ramos made his body seem immune to pain. Spanked. Slapped. Kicked. Encouraged, it was common for Rachel. Even she found it strange not to hear harsh words from her husband.

Rachel enjoyed her suffering. He gave his whole life to Ramos. Isn't what Ramos said right? That he was bought with money to make up for the hospital expenses of his sister and mother? So Rachel was not surprised if the husband thought she was a woman***** and cheaply bought with money.

"Mas Choky," he said.

"I miss you, Mom."

Rachel could not deny that the figure of Choky was able to heal her heart. But he can't do much. Since her marriage all her friends' numbers were blocked by Ramos except for her mother and sister's numbers. I don't know what she meant by blocking all the numbers of the people on her phone?

Every day Ramos would monitor and check Rachel's phone to see if she was complaining to someone else.

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