Marrying a Crazy Man
Crabbing Night.

"Who called you, Gung?" tanya Medina approached Agung.

"So Mr. Sony called me, Miss" he said.

Medina was very bored in that house, even more so she was just at home.

Medina actually wanted to escape from the house. He still wants to get information from Sony.

The great is always near him. Make the space of movement limited.

Medina doesn't want to go back to Mr. Bram's house. He did not want to see his father's killer again in front of his eyes.

His hatred for Mr. Bram slightly made his feelings a little faded to Firo.

How could I conceive the grandson of a murderer of my own father.

Still ringing in his memory the seconds his father was killed. That's what made him not forget it now. Twenty years of amnesia. It turned out that the person he was in the same house with was his great enemy.

"I'm so bored here, can we go out for a minute, Gung" Medina said.

"No, Miss! Mr. Sony would be very angry with me if Miss got out of the house, even just in the yard though," said Agung approached Medina.

Medina was silent for a moment.

"Why can't I, when I just want to go gardening," Medina pursed the tip of her lips.

"Miss should speak directly to Mr. Sony to give Miss permission to exit" said Agung, "I dare not deny the order of the master, Miss" he added.

Medina kept thinking.

"Well shall I try" said Medina.

I'd love to find my mom, after I see my mom I want to see you too, baby! Don't you know I'm pregnant with your child?.

Medina stroked her flat stomach.

She was very happy with her pregnancy. Although he feels sad when he knows the truth, Firo is the son of his father's killer.

I want to know how you're reacting to hearing that I'm pregnant, baby.

Medina muttered again while looking at her husband's ring while smiling to herself.

***

Sony was relieved that the car in front of him was not heading to his place.

The car that Shaka was driving turned around right at the fork.

With a smile sumringah Sony headed to his temporary residence.

You're not gonna find me, you idiot! objurgation.

Sony parked his car right in front of his yard.

He relaxed so much he walked towards the front door. Sony accidentally locked the door of his house so that Medina and Agung could not get out of the house when he left.

"My wife, this is the order you want" said Sony, showing two packs of fast food in his hand.

Chum! I want to spit on him. Inner Medina.

Medina. I feel like he wants to finish his home game. He was trapped in a mouse trap.

Tomorrow I'll find out where my mother is. I don't give a shit! I want to get out of this house quickly.

"Are you happy, my wife? Then eat it quickly!" sony has handed over two bags to Agung.

"Remember, give it to your young lady,"

"Well, Master" the Great took the two bags and placed them on a plate.

"Miss, eat! mumpung is still warm," said Agung while providing food on a plate.

Medina took one plate and put it on the table.

"Quick spend! after this come to my room" said Sony sitting next to him.

"I miss you so much, my wife" he put his hand on Medina's cheek.

Get your hands off my cheeks, damn man! inner Medina.

It felt like Medina was eager to slap the owner of that hand.

How dare you touch me! medina Gumam.

His position was really at a disadvantage. On the other hand, he wanted to escape that day. On the other hand, he wanted to find information from Sony.

I don't want to linger here, it looks like tonight I have to find a way to get out of this house!

When the hand started touching his chest. Medina immediately brushed off the hand gently.

"My husband, I want to eat. Please don't bother me" Medina said.

Medina felt a little relieved as the hand moved away.

"All right now I'm not bothering you, but tonight I want to be with you. I miss you so much, my wife!" whispers in Medina's ear.

Hearing that Medina was very frightened.

It turned out that he was entering into a crocodile pit. Many times he was seen thinking while continuing to chew food in front of him.

Seeing Medina's expression, Sony smiled cunningly.

"Do you want to eat?" medina asked so sweetly.

"For you, my wife. Because this afternoon you have to fill your energy for the night" whispered Sony, slowly.

"Eat a lot, my wife" Sony rubbed Medina's hair.

"Uhuk.huk," Medina choked when Sony touched her hair.

"Good, give a glass of water to the young Miss," said Sony and left Medina.

"Well, sir" at a quick pace he took a drink, then gave it to Medina.

Sony finally went into his room. Medina was a little calmed down because Sony was no longer next door.

Medina drank the drink that the Great had given her. After that, he entered his room.

Medina's face suddenly turned pale in the shadow of Sony's words in her head.

I want to be with you tonight. I want to be with you tonight.

I want to be with you tonight.

Oh God! what am I supposed to do? medina's mind was pondering inside her room.

Don't sleep with him. At the touch of his cheek, Medina was disgusted by Sony.

Medina continued to walk back and forth in her room while thinking about what plan to do.

***

Evening has arrived,

Medina looked at the sky of her room so very agitated. Lie to the left then to the right, then to the left again. That's all he did from there.

KreeKK.

The sound of the door opening slowly, sounded very scary beyond the scene in a horror film.

"My wife" said Sony.

Medina's eyes widened perfectly as if she were looking at a demon. His hands began to squeeze the bed linen on his bed.

"Oh my God, help me" she said.

Sony walked closer to him. With a look like he wanted to pounce. It's worse than a tiger or something.

The smell of Sony's perfume was so stinging on his nose. Feels so nauseous.

"My husband, the smell of your perfume makes me nauseous" Medina said, closing her nostrils.

Sony is not interested. He continued to approach Medina.

"Didn't the doctor say we shouldn't be in touch first" Medina said quietly in a sitting position while rewinding her body back.

His status is on alert.

"Last afternoon I asked another Doctor, if a young pregnant woman should be touched as long as carefully," Sony continued to crawl on the bed approaching Medina who was retreating backward.

"Does not a wife serve her husband?" sony blinked one eye.

Medina took a long breath. The man in front of him was really so close right now. Even his breath was already felt on his face. Medina turned her face to the left.

Sony very roughly touched Medina's chin.

"Good wife will not refuse her husband's invitation," Sony's perfectly rounded eyes add to the room's gripping atmosphere.

Sony forcibly unbuttoned Medina's shirt roughly. Luckily that night Medina put on another shirt in it.

There's no softness in the least. Sony grabbed Medina's body to crush her.

Medina closed her eyes.

And,

PRANNGGGG

On target!!!

Medina managed to hit Sony's head with a vase of flowers next to her before the man savagely pounced on her.

Medina had everything ready.

"Fuck!!" sony shouted while holding his bloody head. His sight was a little blurry.

Sony is still not very aware. Medina quickly pulled one of Sony's hands onto the bedpost.

In his hand was already holding the handcuffs he had prepared in his shirt pocket.

With a very fast movement Medina handcuffed Sony's hand on the bedpost.

With a smile won Medina away from Sony who handcuffed her hands on the bedpost. Sony is like an animal in a cage.

The handcuffs are his own.

Sony then looked for the handcuff key in his pocket.

Where did the nala** find it. Sony's inner temper.

Medina stood near the door with a smile.

"Are you looking for this, my fake husband?"

Medina showed me the handcuff key hanging from her hand.

"Sneaky woman," cried Sony.