Love of a Psycho
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Witma, who was married when she was just 15, never thought that her marriage to Reka would be such a nightmare for her, how not it turns out Witma married by men who often play the hand hit without knowing what's wrong. What makes Witma regret it turns out that her husband still depends on both parents, where Witma is only given an inner income not with a birth income.

Until one night Reka, the husband came home in a very disheveled state, Witma also smelled the smell of alcohol that was so pungent pierced into his sense of smell. "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. The two of them still live with their parents and their three younger siblings.

"Serve me, I'm cold" said Reka, staring at Witma.

But Witma shook her head because she happened to be coming by the moon. "Can't Mas, I'm coming bu—" he said when Reka threw him on the bed.

"I don't care, the important thing is that you serve me!" snapped Design.

"No Mas, not in our religion is prohibited from relating Int—" Again the sentence of Witma is interrupted when Reka opposes the body of Witma.

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

The design pulled the Witma shirt to tear, he could not fight because the power of the design is much stronger. "Mas, please. Don't do this" pinta Witma pleaded. However, Reka was like a demon possessed he had without the cue of doing that to Witma.

Although Witma knew it was the duty of a wife to serve her husband. But according to Witma the way of Reka is completely wrong. "Mas, perching," he said softly. Now the corner of his eyes had also started to water.

"I told you, you enjoyed it enough!!" The design again snapped at Witma, in the end Witma could only resign while wiping the tears that continued to flow.

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There was a sound of the sound of the morning Adhan reverberating Witma slowly opened both eyes, he now intends to develop the Design to perform prayer. "Mas, wake. Pray first." However, Reka did not respond to Witma's remarks. "Mas," he pangil once again quietly while patting Reka's cheek.

"You just interrupt, get out there!" pekik Reka who pushed Witma to fall from the bed.

"Sholat first, then Mas sleep again," said Witna, but instead Reka covered both ears with a pillow. Waving his hand, he told Witma to come out. Witma finally woke up wanting to go to the bathroom but, just now she was holding the doorknob Reka had already first pulled her wrist.

"Where are you? I'm not satisfied with last night." Reka looked at Witma with a sad look.

Witma was shocked not to play because she saw Reka back to sleep. Why are you back awake now? He then shook his head, because the marks last night still hurt so much down there. "Don't, Mas," pinta Witma.

"Why? Do you want to break up with your husband?" Waistband-tracked design.

"No, but my menstrual blood is getting more and more." Witma refused subtly, but Reka did not accept rejection in any case. He then opened the towel that Witma was wearing with one pull. And again Witma serves Reka in a state that is not holy.

"While the same husband, did you forget the wife's heaven is on the husband!" said Reka who now kisses the nape of Witma's neck. And it was a gamble again.

A few minutes after Reka played wild on the body of Witma, finally Reka back to sleep then Witma again picked up the towel that was Reka throwing in any direction.

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"Witma until now. Not pregnant yet, sir. Is that kid barren?" said Witma's mother-in-law named Bu Endang. His father-in-law just shrugged his shoulders. "Ish, Father. No, not even answered!" ketus Bu Endang's.

"Which father knows, Mom. 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 tell him to follow the Father," pinta Witma's father-in-law named Mr. Badrun.

"What is the wrong choice of wife? If it's true that Witma is barren, I have to find another wife for Reka," said Bu Endang, who made Witma's eyes immediately warm. "Where, sir?"

"Mom, they've only been married a few months. Mother don't be a thorn in their marriage." Mr. Badrun is indeed the wisest father-in-law in thinking. "What I just heard, if later the plan wakes up su—"

"Just keep going, your favorite son-in-law!" exclaim Bu Endang. "If in these two months Witma is still not pregnant, my determination will unanimously look for another woman for Reka" she continued.

The corner of Witma's eyes had begun to water, hearing Bu Endang's words. Her tears just escaped. "Yes, God. Strengthen your servant's heart," wirred Witma as she wiped away the tears. "Not until someone else sees me crying." Witma was currently peeking behind the curtains.

"Witta!" yelled Reka calling Witma from inside their room. Fortunately, Mr. Badrun had gone to the rice field and Bu Endang had gone to where he had been.

"Yes, Mom!" sahut Witma because Reka most dislikes if the call is ignored or not answered. "Wait a minute, I wash my hands first."

"Witta!" the sound of the design is getting shrill.

Witma hurriedly entered the room, after entering she was so surprised when she saw Reka had ruffled the wardrobe. "Mas, what are you looking for?"

"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 later 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 only relied 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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