
Ken held back as much as possible so that his tears did not fall back, if that happened his daughter would definitely be sad.
"Did you cry?" Ask Keisha again.
"Don't love, Dad didn't cry, it was Dad's sweat, Dad had finished cooking Keisha's favorite meal, did Keisha want to eat? Keisha hadn't eaten yet" Ken loosened his arms and gently stroked his daughter's five-year-old face.
"Hmm Dad, are you home yet? Kei hasn't eaten yet because he's waiting for you, Kei wants to eat with you."
Ken raised his head, hoping that the tears that had been welling up in his eyes did not fall.
"Mom hasn't come home yet, Kei ate with Dad well, Dad is hungry, does Kei not feel sorry for you? What if I'm starving?" Speak Ken with a voice that sounds raucous.
The little girl seemed to think, then nodded. Ken got up and took his daughter down to the kitchen.
"Dad," call the girl in doubt.
"Dad not to forget what day tomorrow is?" He asked in the middle of their journey down the stairs.
"Hmm what day?" Ken seemed to be thinking, although it was clear that Keisha could not see him.
"Sunday?" Answer Ken who pretended to forget.
"Dad, Daddy forgot what day tomorrow is?" Keisha's lips have now pursed forward a few inches.
Ken kissed Keisha's cheek, "There's no way my dear dong forgot, tomorrow's the birthday of my beautiful daughter" said Ken and now pulled a chair and sat Keisha there.
"What do you want, honey? I'll buy you anything you want."
"Dad, I want to get out, can I?"
Ken wiped away his tears that were without permission just dripping away.
"Dad, can't you?"
"Hmm of course you can, I'll accompany Kei all day if you have to."
The little girl smiled broadly as her hands shot up into the air, Ken grabbed the hand, Keisha turned on her side when she found out her father was next to her.
"Are you going to accompany me?"
Ken is confused as to what to answer, Ken alone isn't sure if Sheira remembers their daughter's birthday or not.
"Mom can't keep you company, I'm busy" said someone who had just stepped down from the stairs.
Keisha let go of her father's hand and tried to get off the chair, but fell down.
"Keisha darling!" Ken screeched at the sudden incident, helping his daughter to her feet, but upon standing up, Keisha let go of her father's hand, walking groping to the source of the voice where she had heard her mother's voice.
"Mom, mom, mom, mom,"
No matter the call, Sheira just walked past and came out.
"Sheira where are you going?" Shouted Ken but did not get an answer from his wife at all.
Seeing his daughter fall back, Ken hurriedly helped her up and immediately hugged her tightly.
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"Good night dear," Cyara kissed Rey and Rain's forehead alternately. The two fell asleep fifteen minutes ago on their way home.
Cyara pulled out a blanket to cover her children's bodies to the chest, then got up.
"Hopefully have a good dream" he added stroking their hair.
Cyara turned around and how surprised she was, as she saw Vier standing in the doorway while folding both of his hands in front of her chest. Staring intensely.
Cyara sighed softly, walking towards Vier because there was indeed a door where she could get out. But the closer to Vier's position, Cyara's heart was pounding.
Suddenly, Vier pulls Cyara's hand and pulls and pushes her against the wall outside her children's room.
Cyara was completely silent until Vier pulled his chin, kissed his lips until he could vanish
"Why are you quiet?" Vier kissed Cyara again, even biting her lips slowly.
Vier restrains Cyara's chin, forcing his wife to look at him.
"Nothing I want to say, so what do you really want me to say?" Cyara asked back.
Vier sighed and then a grin appeared on his lips.
"We see, after this what you're going to say," said Vier, who suddenly lifted Cyara's bridal body to leave the woman suffocated in shock.
"Vier put me down!"
Vier did not listen to Cyara's protest at all, Vier continued walking towards his room, pushing the door with his feet and again closing the door in the same way.
Cyara was put on the bed. Vier then unbuttoned his shirt one by one. Seeing that Cyara tried to get up but quickly Vier pushed him and even now overpowered him.
"Vier!"
"Be quiet, Cyara, you're not going anywhere" said Vier firmly. Vier throws his shirt that has been removed all the buttons to show the chest of the field.
Cyara tries to rebel, but Vier's power is much stronger than her. Vier's hand now held Cyara's hands above his head.
"Vier what do you want? I don't want to," Cyara refused firmly.
Not listening to Cyara's words, Vier took off Cyara's clothes and easily, the clothes slipped past her head, ignoring Cyara's rejection, Vier now removed the remaining links of her upper body cover.
"Vier!"
"Usually you always obey what I say, and this is the first time you've rejected me, but Cyara this time I won't let you go, even if you cry.
For some reason Cyara's chest felt tight, Vier forced her.
"Don't blame me for taking my right now?"
"Vier please don't!"
"You can't refuse Cyara, it's your duty as a wife!" Firm Vier.
"Vier!"
Cyara shook her head and a clear grain now fell from the corner of her eye.
No matter what, Vier immediately pulled Cyara's pants until they finally came off.
"Are you going to touch me in this kind of coercive way, Vier?" Ask Cyara pilu.
"Yes," Vier replied without the slightest hesitation.
One hand Vier pulled Cyara's nape, kissed her and melu*matnya long enough, sucking until the pawn was released.
Cyara scooped up as much oxygen as possible, almost running out of breath if Vier did not immediately release their lips.
Cyara closed her eyes, letting her tears fall just like that feeling her heart was so sore.
Vier kisses Cyara on the lips again, not caring what Cyara is feeling right now.
Cyara breathed in, as Viwr kissed her neck, kissed her and even sucked. Cyara did not give any reaction at all.
"Vier are you doing this because you love me?" Cyara asked so quietly it was barely audible.
"No, I'm just taking away my rights" Vier replied without hesitation.
You hurt me Vier
The clear thread dripped back soaking down Cyara's face.
"Alright do!" Cyara's grip weakened, she was no longer fighting back.