Married My Stepmother's Ex-Lover
We both feel victim

My eyes were quite glare as a speck of light burst through the window curtain of my room. I squirm, extending my hand upwards.

My body hurts all. There's pain left in my core. But it didn't hurt last night. I looked up at my right side. Azka is no longer by my side.

The smell of the shampoo stung for a while. Azka's taking a shower at this hour? Mumbles.

The wall clock is six o'clock past. I shuffled down my bed. Suddenly the door opened. A handsome man wearing only a singlet shirt and loose boxer pants walked into my room carrying a tray filled with a glass of chocolate and one of the pastry preparations.

"Wake up apparently the great mistress?", Azka put the food and drink on the nightstand.

"You go to the store dressed like this?", I asked quite firmly.

"Of course...."

"What a fact? You are not ashamed, are you? Our employees are mostly women. Did you intentionally wear clothes? Running out of clothes?"

"What the hell are you Najma? You jealous?"

"What kind of jealousy? Ask what the answer is!"

"What do you think, I'm not going out wearing such rich clothes?"

"That's , is it?"

"I've finished soaking our clothes. If I wear a t-shirt with jeans it must be all wet. Here, I took it before soaking!"

"Oh.", I said briefly.

"No need to worry, you're the only one who sees my assets."

There was a smile on his handsome face that looked younger than usual.

"It's not clear! You perverted om-om!"

I went to the bathroom too. The bathing ritual is short. The cooking time for breakfast is over from the usual hours.

I put on my nightgown again after taking a shower, I think rather than me wearing a formal dress anyway I'll end up smelling onions.

"Here..the chocolate is drunk!", Azka's pinta.

"Make me?", I pointed at my own face.

"Yes that. I'm tired of bringing it here, appreciate a little effort why?"

"Well, thank you husband!", I forced myself to smile.

"Hem.", he said briefly.

"Eat sit, don't stand like that!", he rebuked.

I also sat on the dresser bench. Enjoy hot chocolate and the food Azka brings. Is he sincerely doing all this for me?

I spread my eyes to the mirror. Like something was different about me. Whatisthis?

I asked myself.

"This... Why my neck? My chest? ", ask yourself even though I also want to know if Azka can give an answer to my question.

"Oh.it! That's kissmark baby. The rest of our activities last night. You forgot?", Azka slashed one eye.

"You mean?"

"Do you forget or pretend to forget ? Even you enjoyed it so much!", joked Azka.

"You're arghhhhh!!", both my hands were clenched to punch him.

"It's not just me who left my mark on you, you're the same. You see this?"

Azka showed some scratches on the back of her arm and part of her neck.

"Why ?"

"Well ask why? It's you! Instead of enjoying, you scratched and injured me. How can I be comfortable with this wound? You don't think this kind of wound hurt over a t-shirt?"

"Cock on me? You started it? So it's all your fault. If you hadn't done that to me, I'd make sure this wouldn't have happened to you."

I turned around and left him in the room. But, for the second time, the door to the room is locked. It must be this perverted om-om.

"Let me give you! You take responsibility here first!", Azka patted the mattress next to her.

"What's the responsibility?"

"From.or..you will feel like you did last night!", Azka threatened.

"Basic bawdy! Can mother match me with a pervert like this, God? I think he's a calm guy. It turns out.more savage than I imagined!"

I snorted in annoyance nearing her. I am currently sitting next to him.

"That means...You ever imagined what I was like before?", Azka's sly smile was clearly visible on Najma's eyes.

"What the hell!? Yes, I'm sitting here. Asked what?"

"If I tell you to kiss me, would you?"

"Couldn't the brain of his mind not be filled with the same things that lead so?"

Azka laughed at my expression.

"Which knows you!", he shook my forehead.

"Iiih.this is the head in fitrahin youho every want to be lebaran. What a noyor-noyor!"

"Yes sorry!"

Cup.now he's peeping at my forehead. I fixated on it. We have done more than this. But why was my heart still racing when this kiss landed on my forehead?

"Udah, don't be amazed. You must realize that your husband is handsome!"

"Iiiih.", I pinched her slender waist. Although not plaid like chocolate pieces but the macho impression is still clearly visible.

Azka just whines pretending to be sick.

"I told you what the hell?"

"Obati lukaku because of your scratch!"

"Okey!", I deftly treat every scratch on the neck of the shoulder and a small part of the arm. I remember, I had a few plaster boxes that I used to provide if I scratched a little.

"It's done! You can wear your shirt without having to be afraid of your wounds rubbing against your shirt!"

Azka mirrored in front of the dresser.

"Yep!!!! That's right!", cried Azka.

I had managed to get the key from his pocket earlier when I smeared the medicine on his wound.

Before she was truly enraged, I immediately ran out of the room towards the kitchen even though the pain was still slightly tormenting me.

I started to struggle in the kitchen. The meat stock is still intact. I've plugged rice into Magicom. Maybe.cooking vegetable soup meat and fried chicken flour is enough. After that, just make the sambel. ..okay! Everything can be arranged.

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Azka came down from her room to the kitchen. He watched his little wife who was learning to be a good wife. Yes, although Najma did not meet her expectations, but at least she was a submissive girl. Understand religion, understand his responsibilities as a wife. I'm lucky I got her. Thanks Anisa!

Azka headed to the kitchen, looking at the vegetable soup that had been served at the dining table. Fried chicken flour is also neatly arranged, looks smoke still billowing.

Najma was still struggling on the stove side table. His hand was mengolek chili, from the smell like his Najma was making sambal terasi. This part is treated to vegetable soup and sambel? Whatever....

"Not finished?", asked Azka who is now wearing her t-shirt and shorts made from jeans.

"A little more!"

After placing the sauce into the container, I allowed Azka to eat first.

"It's ready, eat! I'll change my clothes first!"

"Deploy, I wait. We eat together!"

"Yes!", I headed to my room.

My bed is back. I never thought, he's a businessman who would do household chores like what people usually do?

I've been wearing t-shirts with tunic models and joger pants. Do not forget the pastan hijab that I really like. In this way, no one else needs to see the kissmark of Azka's former deeds.