My Sexy Little Wife's
Chapter 63: I HAVE TO RUN!
Silent! There is no truth from inside. Even after a few minutes Adrian waited. Adrian looked at some of his subordinates standing at the back.
“Sorry, Gentlemen ... What is this?” A middle-aged woman was suddenly present there. Adrian looked towards the source of the voice.
“Mistress, is this really Miss Erina Malvina's home?” ask one of Adrian's subordinates.
“True. I am the owner of this house and Erina rented from me,” she replied.
The man took out some photos from his coat pocket and showed the woman. “What is this guy, Mistress?”
“Try here I see first.” He looks at the photo. It seems his vision is a little blurry. What else is dim lighting in the house. “Oh .. Yes, this is Erina.”
A pair of Adrian's eyes were closed to hear the woman's words. He would have shed tears if he had not tried to hold it.
“Did Miss Erina stay here alone?” ask again.
“Iya, Sir. She's alone. A few months ago he moved here. I don't know where he came from either. All of a sudden he came and looked for a cheap rental house.”
“Good, thank you, Madam. Sorry for making a noise. We came to pick up Miss Erina.”
“Put up to where?”
“Actually Miss Erina is the wife of Mr. Marx. A few months ago she left home pregnant. We're here to pick him up.”
“Oh, my goodness. But he never said anything about his identity.” The old woman glanced at the tall-looking man who was frozen in place standing.
His impatience made him choose to break down the wooden door. Once open, only a silent atmosphere greeted him.
The view of Adrian. Suddenly his chest felt pierced by thousands of needles seeing the condition of the house. A narrow house for which he was uninhabitable. There is only a small bathroom on the left side and one old bed on the right side. From where he stood Adrian saw a bag containing clothes that were decomposed, lying on the floor.
“It looks like Miss Naomi is in a hurry to leave. He has not even finished packing and left his clothes just like that,” said the driver who entered the house. “Maybe he's not far from here.”
Adrian stepped out of the house. Looking around. The rain started to fall. The worry about Naomi becomes.
“Quick you guys split up looking for him! Don't come back before you find it!” his orders.
Then step through the rain.
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The rain was quite heavy. His body was soaked. He felt almost exhausted, not to mention the size of the stomach that began to expand limiting his space of movement.
Earlier, after hearing the sound of the car stopping right in front of the house, he rushed out through the back door.
Either hide where to be free from her husband's pursuit. As Naomi knew, she had to keep running away.
"I'm so tired" he said, glancing to the right and left in the rain. Crossing the arms in front of the chest in order to unravel the cold air that seemed able to freeze his soaked body.
Until arriving at a road that is quite quiet, Naomi already has no power to run. Shouting for help is free, no one will listen. Gripping night. Tiredness and pain fused within his body.
“Why does it feel like my eyes are getting bigger?”
Naomi kept going with the remaining energy. All around felt spinning in his view. It would collapse, but a pair of firm hands pulled it. Clutching his body tightly.
"Take me off! Please release!"
Half-conscious, Naomi tried to take off the hand that was circling her body. He raised his head, to look at the owner of the body. But all was blurred in his sight.
Slowly he lay his head on the chest of the field, when his remaining strength was no longer strong to support his body. He could feel the tightness of a pair of hands bending his body.
And that moment, everything was dark. Naomi is unconscious again.
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