Marriage Stain
Night Butterflies Vs Mad Women

"Okay, my body hurts all. How am I here? stella's conscious, I should still be in the hotel. Accompany the Mami hugs. Because Om is bald who wants a lot, I had to run away. Crazy really, cooking I was told to serve long time really. Hiiii.. creeps me if inget Om bald it," said Stella Iirih. He looked back and forth, the young woman's gaze down the entire room.

"Buset, really big house. Can fit one person RT nih," cried Stella who was heard by her own ears. He was so astonished by the house he was living in. Stella is amazed by the grandeur of Alan and Sora's home.

Just about to get up from the sofa, Stella heard footsteps approaching her. As fast as lightning, Stella returned to her body. He pretended to be asleep again. Like a professional actress, Stella is back to playing her seduction.

The owner of the footsteps is the owner of the house, Alan Manco Kardinov who is being overwhelmed. Many times he turned to the young woman he did not know his name. The woman was still lying on the sofa, her eyes were still closed.

Seeing the woman never wake up, Alan then turned away. He turned his body to a different place. His heart and mind were now on Sora. Alan will try to seduce his wife once again.

His footsteps were fixed in front of the door of his room.

"Sora, can I come in?" for a long time Alan didn't get the approval from inside. Because he did not get a response, Alan tried to turn the hallway of his room door.

Kriett...

The door of the room was open, he saw Sora was decorated in front of his dressing table.

"Where are you going?" Alan raised half his eyebrows.

"Mas' Work,"

"Trus, who's taking care of that woman?" protest the man. If Sora goes to work, then he will be alone in the house with foreign women.he better take him to the police station.

"Night I've slept with him, you have to take responsibility?" said Sora lightly. The words that came out of her sweet lips seemed to be without burden. Loss just like that, it looks like Sora has experienced a disturbance.

"I don't understand what you mean Ra? don't mad! Let's ask about last night, if the woman is conscious!" Alan did not accept Sora's accusation.

"Well, we'll talk again tonight. I'm late, Mas. I'm leaving first,"

Sora grabbed her branded bag lying on the dresser. With indifference he left Alan who still keeps a million feelings on him.

Because it was a little afternoon, Alan felt he had enough debate with his wife. Later that night he'll be back. For now, it's enough to get here.

With a cotton ball, Sora left her room. Before he really got out of his house. He could steal a glance at the sofa. The young woman was still asleep there. With a relaxed feeling, Sora left his residence.

"This house will soon be crowded, there will be no more desolate air that envelops our house. Sorry Alan, I have to. It makes me feel alive again. I'm tired of living alone in this prison-like home," a strange smile once again popped out at Sora's lips.

The car is ringing, leaving the house with a million stories. A lonely story that plagued him throughout his marriage to Mas Alan.

The atmosphere of Sora's office is crowded as usual, the waiting room is crowded with customers who are waiting in line to be served. Sora immediately slid into his study. He carefully examined all the files in his hand.

However, his heart suddenly shuddered in horror. What is her husband doing now with the young woman he accidentally left in the house? Sora was half-heartedly curious. He could not wait to go home, Sora was curious about his own plan.

Previously, she had prepared a glass of warm milk for her husband in the room. A glass of milk containing Sora's hidden plan.

In the grand mansion, Alan was bathing in his own room. Gemricik water from the shower wet every inch of his body. The sturdy and sturdy body had been completely wet. From the tip of the hair to the tip of the foot the water has washed it.

Alan came out with just a towel wrapped around his waist. He casually headed for his closet. Alan was busy looking for a shirt he was wearing. He felt agitated, whatever anger Sora had on him. His wife will never forget to prepare his clothes.

But this time, there were only pants prepared by Sora and a tie. Where'd the shirt go? The man looked for his clothes in the closet hanger, with the origin he chose the clothes he would wear. With a very relaxed feeling Alan took off a towel attached to his body.

Stella was watching Alan from behind the door. He opened Alan's unlocked room door. By opening the door a little, Stella peeked past the blemish.

Stella swallows her own saliva, if imagining Alan's well-built body makes her desire burn. The butterfly lady that night was tempted with Alan's charm.

"Handsome and manly man, good catch... Stell," he said.

Stella seems to have targeted Alan as an easy target.

While Alan was being observed, did not feel anything. He continues to continue his activities. Alan's hand picked up a glass of milk that was already cold, because he did not drink immediately. With one sip Alan immediately drained the milk.

Now he was sitting on a chair, Alan was wearing his shoes. When I get up to get my briefcase. The phone call stopped the man's footsteps.

"Hallo,"

"Sir, this is Mr. Dadang,"

"Oh, what's wrong, sir?"

"Sorry sir, I have to go home. My daughter called, my wife went to the hospital. Please permit sir, I want to return to the village."

"When Sir?"

"If you can today sir, my wife is seriously ill,"

"Oh well, I'm going downstairs. Mr. Dadang wait a minute,"

"Yes, sir."

Alan opened the safe. I got some money. He put it in a brown envelope. It is very rare for Mr. Dadang to return home, at least once a year twice. That too on the day of the feast.

Alan rushed downstairs with a brown envelope in his clutches. After meeting Mr. Dadang who was waiting at his home guard post, Alan held out the brown envelope.

"No, sir, the salary is enough. Thank you very much Sir, I do not want to be a greedy person," declined Mr. Dadang for the kindness of his employer.

"This is Mr. Dadang's right, not Mr. Dadang who is greedy. Consider this a fortune for the family of the father in the village. No need to rush back, later if the mother in the village has improved you can return,"

"Thank you, sir," a clear circle appeared out of the corner of Mr. Dadang's eye. He was overwhelmed by Alan's kindness.

"Yes, be careful sir. Sorry I can't get to the station,"

"It's okay, sir, take it a lot,"

Mr. Dadang passed by, leaving Alan's residence. He now has to go home for a moment, visit his wife who is sick there.

Alan went back inside his house, for some reason suddenly his body felt burned. The man felt a little sultry, there was a foreign feeling running all over his blood...

Alan begins to burn, Sora's plan almost reaches its peak.

Seriate