My wife Bad Girl
The Seventy Six

Mr. Wong saw me and Angel as if they were stripping us. I'm still hiding Angel behind me.

"Ouch... I can't wait to taste them." Mr. Wong licked the thumb he had used to touch my lips.

Fix, this is a battery - this battery hurts!

"Please Robert, you'll get them. Both at once." Sarah sounds like she's comforting Mr. Wongs.

Sarah was also mentally ill.

The two of them left the room laughing in satisfaction.

"Eomma, Angel's scared." Wiry of the little girl. "Angel is scared like he used to be."

"Will not be dear. Eomma will take care of Angel." I brought Angel back into my arms.

My brain is spinning, I'm quickly looking my way from here. The two people are dangerous and ajiwa sick plus Bang Codet comes with them.

Damn why are they such good friends?!

My stomach is cramping again, baby seems to know her Eomma is tense.

Patience is dear. We have to be strong. Baby help eomma...

It seems I can only wait, waiting for them to stretch so there is a gap for me and Angel to escape. In the meantime I'm forced to just shut up and watch their game.

Chequek!

The door opened, someone brought us food. At least these monsters don't starve Angel and baby.

I helped Angel eat. Even if it's just instant noodles and eggs, it's better than seeing Angel starving. Surviving mode.

Sometimes we need to hold on, take a step back in order to jump further.

The sky is turning red, I don't know what time it is, I don't know. My bag was thrown away when I kidnapped me in the parking lot. The clock and I also they took. Only the remaining wedding ring attached to my sweet finger.

Angel's insurance is hard to be diverted into a form of deposit by Richard, it seems Sarah does not know it yet.

I put Angel to bed earlier than her sleep schedule. Maybe with sleep he can be calmer. Angel wasn't crying like this morning, but I saw she was scared.

Angel remembers when she was kidnapped.

Chequek!

The door opened again, this time it was old Robert Wong. Staring at me while with a smile somehow described it, but it was very desirable for me to tear his mouth apart.

Mr. Wong approached the sofa and sat there leisurely. "You know, thirty years ago, your fucking Rivera father ruined my business. A month ago my husband and Madin bangs*t not only ruined my business but also threw me in jail." The flat, very quiet talk gave me goosebumps.

"So let's think about how they'll pay for all my losses?" Mr. Wong stood up and approached the bed. Look at me and Angel.

Mr. Wong got closer, taking away a few inches of our distance. His nose with my nose even stopped by.

"It looks like you have to pay for the behavior of all your men Alana Pradipta Rivera" he said casually with a sly smile.

Believe me I want to take my penknife and rip his mouth off.

"Prepare yourself, Alana" she continued before leaving.

I look at Mr. Wongs. My face warmed up not because of blushing but because of anger.

Of course I'll be ready. Prepare to hit the battery - the perverted battery.

Happy Eid al-Fitr, sorry born and inner 🙏🙏

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