My husband is not for me
Chapter 13 Drunk Arhand

Duarr's.

The sound of the door closing violently shocked Maira who was pensive on the balcony. "Ma-mas" said when she saw her husband.

Arhand walked towards the balcony, and without a warning he******** his wife's soft lips, with a slight coarseness. Maira is shocked and tries to push Arhand backwards but his strength is no match for Arhand.

"Comm. Ma-mas. Uemm," said Maira and still trying to push her husband's chest.

He did not want to hurt his heart when Arhand regained consciousness tomorrow with his words that hurt, like that time.

"Ah," d**h Maira as Arhand nibbles his neck.

Arhand pushed Maira into the room, and pressed her on the bed. Arhand again peppered his wife's lips greedily. Arhand closed his eyes and remembered his wife's blushing face as Azlan praised him, violently licking and biting his wife's cheek.

"Dare to blush when praised by another man," she said.

"Ahh, Mas," Maira moans feeling her cheeks hurt from Arhand's hard bite.

Arhand moved back to his wife's lips, then down to his wife's neck made an entry work there. Both Arhand's hands moved freely, he m****to his wife's clothes one by one. And at the time Arhand wanted to open the cover of his wife's triangle. Maira quickly held her husband's hand.

"Ma-mas, you're drunk. No, Mas. Uuemm .. ah, Mas," she held back but Arhand returned to**** her lips, while her hand tore the lid off, and forcefully inserted hers.

"Aaahhhhh, sick," cried Maira as her husband entered with a single jolt. Maira's tears were unceasingly hatching as she felt the pain below.

Arhand advanced back his hips, making Miara grimace to the pain but over time the ringing voice changed with ********** to the marriage.

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"Azlan why did you keep daydreaming?" clarisa asked because since earlier at the party and her sister's car was always daydreaming.

"Nothing, Brother. I went in the room first" he said and exited his sister's room after putting Rian down.

"Why son, well, isn't he usually like that?" clarisa's asking feeling weird about her sister's attitude.

"That's it, why do I think of singles, mending me to sleep so that tomorrow can look fresh" he chanted not to think too much about it.

Azlan sat on the edge of the bed, he recalled Maira's sad face, his fearful expression. "Why is Maira's face so upset with her husband?, does her husband like to torture her?, If that's true, I won't let that happen again?"

"wait. This is me why?, why am I angry and upset?" he asked himself when he realized what he had just said.

Azlan looked back at the sky of his room. "Maira (she said) is beautiful, soft, and very sweet (she said unconsciously). Oh my God, why the hell?, why every time I remember his name and remember him I smile like this. Aarrggs. Do I like it?"

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Again the black of night turned into a beautiful morning sky. Two people who had not been asleep for a long time because of their bed sports that they had just finished, made him still comfortable falling asleep with the position of hugging each other.

"Maid, where's Mrs Maira going?" ask Ny. Arsy on Maid's head.

"Young Lady has not yet descended, Big Madam," replied the head Maid politely.

"Not down? (heeled ). Not usually Maira gets up late, what's wrong with her?, I'll see her?" he said and got up from his chair wanting to go up to his daughter-in-law's room.

Just about to step up, Mr. Blanco has already restrained his wife's wrist. "Mama, here alone do not have to go up and wake them up. Just accompany Papa to eat," said Mr. Blanco flat, money is indeed his trademark.

"Mama's just a minute, Pa. Mama just wants to check the condition of Maira, because last night Mama saw her eyes carelessly that," said Ny. Arsy is worried about his daughter-in-law.

"Mama's daughter-in-law is fine, maybe even Mama will soon hold a cucumber," said Mr. Blanco again.

Mrs. Arsy looked at her husband. "Grandson?, Mama's taking a snail, what do you mean, Pa?" ask Ny. Arsy did not understand and wondered what her husband had just said.

"Sit down first and eat later Papa told me," said Mr. Blanco asking his wife to sit back.

"No. Mama wants to know now. Tell me, Pa, what did Papa mean?" said Ny. Arsy urged her husband to ask for an explanation.

"Papa also did not want to talk if, Mama, do not sit and eat," said Mr. Blanco flat, and resumed his meal.

Mrs. Arsy sat down again because she had to get an explanation from her husband's words, her heart was filled with hope. He prayed that what he thought was true would happen. His daughter-in-law Maira is pregnant.

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