My mother's nanny
chapter 50

Ardi pushed Diah's body until he was struck by a king-size bed, without taking off his grip. Holding back and body of the woman so that Diah is always in her arms. Ardi continued to lust after Diah greedily. Until the body is dazed because it loses balance and falls on the bed.

"Reply to my kiss Diah, you're my wife!" Racau Ardi is demanding more. Obviously Diah could not keep up because of his chaotic feelings plus, Ardi continued to dominate him.

Ardi's hands continued to guerrilla along Diah's legs without her letting go of his kiss. Trying to pull a long dress over the wife's legs. Ardi became more and more impatient, he pulled the lower dress until it was torn. Yes, Ardi tore off Diah's dress, who was now staring sadly at the man who was trying to stout her. Ardi raised his body, loosened his tie and unbuttoned his shirt.

Wanted to cry, but Diah's tears never came. The woman just stared at Ardi who was covered by anger and jealousy. With a cold look, Ardi took off his clothes himself, and threw rudely at him. He again smeared Diah's lips without caring about the face of the wife who almost cried. Or how Diah feels. Until he does unify by force. Even though Diah did not resist or refuse. He also did not enjoy.

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That night, Rangga sat down languidly at the party that had not ended. He still does not think that Diah is Ardi's wife. Rangga's mind kept looking, where? And why would he think that Diah was a maid. Several times flashed Diah's sentence and face in his brain.

("Master,") Diah's voice echoed in his head, it was the first time he had met and talked to Diah. At that time, Rangga thought that Diah was a maid. The man laughed bitterly. "Why should you call your husband master, Diah?" Mumbled slowly.

Then another memory appeared, ("Mas Rangga! It's not what Rangga thinks. I didn't work at the house, they've been really nice to me ever since I set foot there. Please don't misunderstand me, thank you for giving us a ride. We stopped in the front alley.") Rangga smiled wryly, "really, he had already said it. But, why do I still think that Diah is the maid there, hahaha."

("Thank you the info, mas Rangga, later Diah permission used to be the same mas Ardi.") All of Diah's sentences kept milling around in her head.

("I asked the same thing about Ardi..")

"Hahahaha," Rangga laughed at himself, he got up and took a glass filled with intoxicating drinks. Then he drank it to the end, so it continued repeatedly. And last time, he slammed the last glass he drank. The handsome man's chest rose and fell by the anger that settled there. He was angry not with Diah or with Ardi. Except for himself, because he was prejudiced without finding out the truth.

***

Ardi opened his eyes, the man sleeping on his stomach. His hand touched the side of the bed. Looking for the body of the woman who should be sleeping on her side. Ardi's eyes widened as he found the space empty. Ardi quickly got up to pull away the blanket and get rid of whatever was on the bed. There's only her there.

"Dee,"

Ardi's chest was beating very fast. Fear began to run all over his body. Diah's mind that went away and away from her life continued to dominate. It flashed how he was so angry and jealous to see the closeness of Diah and Rangga. Also as he dragged Diah forcefully into the hotel room.

Ardi's body became very weak, he even sat on the floor. His mind was once again reminded of how he had glorified his wife. As her hand tore off Diah's dress and the woman's sad gaze.

"Dee,,"

Ardi quickly put on his pants, and the originals wore a shirt without buttoning him. He doesn't even wear his footwear. The man ran out of the room with bare feet. Down the hallway to find his wife. With a sigh, Ardi stood in front of the hotel, his eyes wide at every corner of the place he could reach.

"Diah, I'm sorry..." Ardi said, his heart was covered with deep regret. Why would he hurt his wife? Why should he lose control just because of jealousy?

"Diah, I'm sorry... Please don't go..."

The man ruffled his hair in frustration. He did not find Diah, regret continued to rage on his chest and head.

"Deeh!!" Calling the man made some people look at him.

With a gontai move, Ardi returned to his room. Ardi looked extremely lethargic, and his face was grieving full of regret. Diah's sad eyes and pleading with him as he vented his desire made Ardi even more sinking in regret. Ardi's eyes were the prettiest of Diah's dresses that were on the floor. Dresses that have been torn rough and can no longer be used. Ardi picked up and tightly grasped the dress.

Instantly, Ardi realized, if the woman's dress was still there, then where would Diah possibly go? It is impossible if Diah went naked or just wearing a bathrobe from the bathroom.

Ardi stepped slowly, checking the clothes Lucky prepared in the room. All are still intact and untouched. The man then stepped with his heart pounding, Ardi's hand raised touching the handle, then pushed it.

Inside, Diah seemed shocked to see Ardi at the door. Without a word, Ardi immediately hugged the body of the wife who was still wearing a bathrobe. Hugging that body so tightly, he didn't want to lose Diah. He is afraid, if it happens only because of the anger that controls himself. Ardi said nothing, but the man's body shook slowly and cried.

Diah did not understand her husband, before her, Ardi was very rude and forced him to serve. But now the man was crying and hugging tightly. Instinctively, Diah patted Ardi on the back for the man to feel calm. He hugged the crying man back.

"What are you crying about, sir?" Said Diah curiously,

Ardi loosened his embrace, looked at Diah and shook his head. "I'm sorry, I've been so mean to you. Sorry, sorry, honey...."