Married My Stepmother's Ex-Lover
Still covered

I'm still shocked by what I saw in the package. I phobia bloody thing, but not with monthly blood you know.because my mindset has been diverted if the blood of the heart is natural, not creepy.

"You don't have to think about macems, baby?! Tomorrow you go to school, take care of your graduation administration right?" said Azka rubbing my head.

"Mas, you know..who sent the package?"

"Don't think about it baby!", Azka grabbed me in her arms.

"I'm just curious. And.bibik also certainly will not think that the content is rich. If you know, auntie won't be naroh in front of our room!"

"Let's find out! In the afternoon, take a shower. Magrib, again. What do you want to eat in the house outside?", asked Azka attentively.

"At home only!", I replied lethargic as I walked towards the bathroom.

Azka looked at the wife's back before entering the bathroom. Actually he wanted to honestly say that he already knew the sender. But I don't think he could tell his little wife.

If I tell you, I'm afraid you're disappointed and feel betrayed Na! Inner Azka.

After a while, I came out of the bathroom already did not see my handsome husband.

"Where is Azka?", I asked monologue. After getting fully dressed, I went down to the dining table. My aunt is preparing dinner in the kitchen.

"Bi, please make an anget dong tea!", I said as I sat near the dining table.

"Yes, non!", said the aunt. And a while later, aunt brought me a glass of warm tea.

"Bibik see mas Azka not?".

"It was in a hurry to leave Non!" said the aunt.

"No telling me where to go? Why not tell me? Wait for me to finish the shower! Where do you want more magrib!"

Bibik just smiled hearing me nag, the exact same rich mom-mak complex.

"There's a sudden interest of non times!"

"Oh yes, about the package....!"

"Bibik doesn't know Non. Sorry, bibik ahead first. Rich rame, afraid of not going after the magrib prayer!", aunt hurriedly left me.

I was just thinking positively.

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"What do you really want, Dara?", asked Azka.

"I want you! You should understand that!", sahut dara memelas. Both are currently in the Azka hotel restaurant.

"How many times have I told you, I don't love you one bit. I'm a married man, even soon I'll be a father. So , stop! Stop ruining my life and Nana's!"

"I don't mind being second Azka. The important thing is that I can be with you!", whine Dara.

"Become! we've been friends for a long time, which means you know what I'm like! So please, don't do anything!"

"What are the advantages of that boy? A young child has become ja*a**! Surrender himself to the man who almost became his father!", said Dara.

"Become!" hardik Azka's.

"What's the name if it's not ja*a**? The young girl who sleeps with an om-om?" dara's voice rose slightly until it was heard by the guest at the other table.

"So, what you said, Dara! That girl is my wife. Legal in the eyes of religion and state law. Your dirty mouth doesn't deserve to insult my wife!"

Azka looks very angry when the virgin insulted his wife who is much better than Dara.

"Stop! Stop your words Dara. Go away, lest I get even more emotionally involved!"

"For the sake of the boy, you kicked me out?", Dara was seen puffing her chest with emotion.

"Yes, go!", said Azka more slowly. Emotionally, Dara left the hotel restaurant.

Azka's intention to meet his men was hampered because he accidentally met Dara.

"How?", asked Azka as someone sat before her.

"As I said, Boss. Primary culprit.....!"

Azka nodded and thanked his men. A few moments while azan roared.

Azka also performed magrib prayer at his hotel. After that, he returned home.

Almost seven o'clock in the evening, Azka just got home. The horror look of the wife made her a little horrified.

"Assalamualaikum!", aspa Azka to me.

"Goddessalam!Where are you Ka? Remember the way home?", I asked. After that I went into the house.

Azka rubbed her non-itchy nape. Then with a slight smile with his employees, he came in behind me.

Yes, I was at the cake shop. I was confused by the azka that suddenly disappeared without saying goodbye. Minimum call or chat?!

"Honey.!", Azka grabbed my hand as I was just entering the house.

"What the hell is Ka? You mean, what's going on? You're not bothering me?"

The ka? Geez, if again the angry mode of his call is back to how it was! Inner Azka.

"Darling, I can explain!", he grabbed my shoulder. But I put that firm hand away.

"No need!", I continued my steps towards our room. But Azka was stalking me even more.

"Najma!", he called me a little loudly. I don't want to turn around.

"Owh...began to dare yell at me You Ka?", I said annoyedly.

"Darling! Please don't be angry. You can explain it! Yes dear..!", Azka covered her hands on my cheeks. But, again I let go.

"Okay, I'm sorry I didn't go with your permission, honey. Mas wrong!", he kongko in front of me who is now sitting cross-legged on our mattress.

"You can call me! Permission for a moment, wait for me to finish from the bathroom."

"Yes sorry dear.maafin mas ya!", she hugged me. If it were like this, I would have been devastated.

"So, we were contacted by a confidant. He knows who's been terrorizing you with the package."

"Oh yeah, who? And what was the purpose of terrorizing me?"

"Who do you think knows you're a pobhia with as much blood as you did?"

"There's no Mas!", I shook my head.

"Oh, forget it!"

"What then? you know, right? who is it?", I asked.

"Mas knows, but for your sake you better not know. Believe the same! Cup!", he kissed my forehead and then went into the bathroom.

"He wants to play a puzzle with me?", ask yourself.