My husband no longer touched me
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Six months of age I've been seen bloating. I can't cover it. Soon people will find out about my pregnancy.

With a steady heart and this step I met Mas Beni. Whatever happens I don't care. My goal is to meet my firstborn and live.

Who else will accept me but Mas Beni? Yeah, even though he's a rough guy.

And now I was in front of the building of the house that I missed in it.

My heart beat so tight. My breath feels cold. God gave me the best path.

Cahya in my arms she's the only one I have if something happens that doesn't match my expectations.

I stared in a split second suddenly Mas Beni appeared from the door.

"Why, come here? Huh! Still got your guts!" bentak Mas Beni - my husband.

His voice invited the neighbors to listen to the commotion.

Naturally my husband was furious, because I went from home for 6 months following the seduction of my lover - Ferdi.

He approached me with a hunting breath. Like a volcano ready to erupt.

"Mas, I'm sorry. I am sorry and sorry. Please take me back."

I sat on both of his feet. Carrying Cahya in my arms.

"You're from anywhere, huh! Cheating on?" ask Beni. It grabbed my hood.

"Agod, Mom! Release ...," I pleaded. I held the veil that almost slipped off.

"Women, shameless!"

Mas Beni pushed my head and then he left us both on the porch.

I'm chasing the steps ....

"Mas, please accept me back to this house."

His eyes were like an eagle getting a prey.

I know Mas Beni is furious. I left him alone with my eldest son, Faisal. What kind of mother am I?

Now I come in two-bodied condition. My affair.

I pulled his arm and said, "I'm sorry, I!"

Brusquely pushed aside until I fell. Cahya crying.

"Women ja**ng!" point it right in my face.

"Maas ...." I hugged his legs and looked up at his face.

"Why come back here? It's true you left this house. You even dare to step foot in this house!"

"I beg you, Mas. For the sake of the children," I said.

Mas Beni crouched down and held onto my chin slightly gripping tightly. It hurts!

"Whose son are you carrying, huh?!"

The deg!

"A-our children Mas. Believe,"

"We're testing DNA! If he proves to be not my son. Then, you get out of here without taking the kids!"

The jduar!

Like lightning striking in the daytime.

Really speech?

Oh God! Please help.

"Murray!" faisal shouted - my head, and approached me. He hugged me tightly.

As soon as Mas Beni and I looked at the source of the sound.

Huuf ....

Congratulations ....

Mas Beni felt sorry to see the scene before him.

With my seduction finally Mas Beni let down he wanted to accept me back, out of compassion.

Faisal was three years old and Cahya one year old. We need the complete love of both parents, right?

*****

Various insinuations and pranks from neighbors.

"Going home, getting pregnant."

"It's not Beni's son."

"Kok, will ya, refer to it again?"

"Open a shop at once."

Athaghfirullah, patience. Fortunately, this heart is made by God. Try it if not? Can I be this patient.

The night I thought ....

I saw Mas Beni sleeping in the living room.

"Kok, sleep outside, Mas?" ask pleasantries.

He looked up and said, "No sleeping with you. Every inch of your body is a man fucking you,"

Jem!

The dagger was stuck in my heart. I'm downcast embarrassed. Slowly left.

All my children are asleep. I cried so I wouldn't wake them up.

I heard footsteps approaching the room.

"Whose son are you carrying! Who's the man who impregnated you?" ask her on the doorstep of my room.

Yes, God how is this?

"Until I know who he is. I killed him!"

I was shocked to hear his threat. My tongue feels heavy to say that the one who impregnates me is Ferdi his own best friend.

"You covered it up, Laras!?" he said it went up an octave.

Arrgh!

Beni walked away sounding her footsteps away.

He revives his iron horse. Must be gambling and drinking!

****

At 02:00 in the morning the roar of the machine entered the yard.

Dor's!

Dor's!

Dor's!

"Open the door lady mura**n!" pekik Mas Beni's.

I struggled to get out of my bed. My belly is making me overwhelmed.

Chequek!

"Totally open the door." He pushed my head.

His mouth stinks of alcohol I've guessed he must be drunk.

And then Mas Beni nudged me rough.

Holy hooch! Can you not act arbitrarily, Mom! I'm your wife.

Lalalalove .... Loisala ... Nana ....

Mas Beni hummed his body staggering.

Bruk!

He threw his weight on the sofa. He leaned his head and raised both his legs on the table.

He accidentally touched a glass.

Pranks!

I was shocked and scared.

"Eh, you! Clean that. Just shut up rich stone," his index finger pointed at me.

"Yes." Yeah." My tears dripped down my cheeks.

A word in my heart.