My Wife Drabia's
32. Curious 'kan

During the day Dafa met Ansel at home. Ansel took Dafa to his study to discuss the results of the Dafa investigation into Hafshah.

"Irham and the Hafshah are not his real family. All of those people were Kevin's men. Kevin has loved Drabia for a long time, but he hasn't had the courage to approach Drabia all this time. So he framed her, hoping that Drabia would hold Drabia accountable. He thought he would have a reason to marry Drabia. But in the end, Mr. Ilham married Drabia to you" explained Dafa.

Ansel took a long breath. Thinking Mr. Ilham knew something before asking him to marry Drabia.

"Do you think, Father of Inspiration knows something?" ask Ansel.

"I think he knows something. It's just that he kept it to himself" Dafa replied." I think through Drabia, he's testing you. How much you love him, care about him" Dafa continued.

"If Dad tells me the truth, there's no way I'm going to hurt Drabia" Ansel said, regretting.

"Who are they all?. Hafshah, Irham, Brother, Abi and Uminya?" ansel asked without thinking. Kevin is really crazy.

"I don't know for sure, which is clear they all have no blood relation. They only carry out the role as ordered by Kevin to pretend to be a righteous and righteous person. So that you admire them, and are interested in the Hafshah" Dafa explained.

Ansel rubbed his face rough with both palms.

"And now, they're all in hiding" Dafa added.

"Make sure they get caught all Dafa. I'll teach them a lesson. They've tricked me" Ansel growled his jaw until his neck veins came out. The mastermind of all of this is Kevin.

"Oh Allah, how could I be deceived on their behalf" said Ansel.

"Maybe this is a rebuke for you, bro. Lucky all caught before you marry Hafshah, ah! I mean Riska." Dafa immediately changed the name of Hafshah to Riska.

Ansel again sighed.

**

Inside one of the rooms of the house, Drabia was sitting on the sofa. Chat with Mr. Ilham over the phone.

"Be careful, son. Kevin was arrested by the police. But the guy's still hanging around. Do not go out alone first" said Mr. Ilham behind the phone.

"Yes Well" obeyed Drabia.

"Oh yeah, how's your relationship with Ansel?" ask Mr. Ilham.

"He's not bad anymore Dad. He has treated me well" Drabia replied smiling.

"If he still hurts you, say it to Daddy" said Mr. Ilham.

"I can't hurt her anymore."

Drabia reflex turned to Ansel who suddenly came to embrace him.

"Alright if you dare" threatened Mr. Ilham.

"Lt!" suddenly Drabia screamed in shock because suddenly Ansel poked his waist.

"Ansel! what are you doing my daughter?" angry Mr. Ilham from behind the phone.

Ansel laughed giggly, "toward to Yah's grandson!" joking.

"Based on the son-in-law" said Mr. Ilham immediately turned off his phone.

Drabia rolled her eyes, Ansel now became ignorant and annoying.

"Darling! ngasur yuk!" Ansel hugged Drabia, writhing spoiled in the woman's arms.

Drabia shook his head with a sad face.

'It's not that easy to get me back Ansel. You must accept your punishment first' Inner Drabia.

Rasain, who told to treat his own wife rough.Ansel can only be a manyun, taking the risk of his own actions.

**

Ansel just work, straight up the stairs to his room and Drabia.

"Drabia darling!" call Ansel as he managed to open the door of the room in front of him.

Drabia who was inside the room immediately turned his head. Ansel immediately raised his jaw to see Drabia who had just finished bathing, using only a towel around the circumference on the chest.

"Tumben's coming home soon?" drabia asked casually wearing her d*lam outfit casually in front of Ansel. It seems that Drabia deliberately tormented her husband's inner self who had never gotten the ration.

Ansel stepped out his legs slowly with a reddened face holding the embers of love fire inside his body. Oh my God, not touch, but show off, Ansel thought.

After being near Drabia, Ansel pulled his wife's towel quickly, then ran into the bathroom.

The buar!

Ansel closed the bathroom door tightly. Behind the door, Ansel ruffled his hair in frustration.

Inside the room, Drabia laughed gigglingly. He knew Ansel was no longer able to hold back. But how else, Drabia still wants to punish Ansel. And also, Ansel's already vowing won't force it, until Drabia's ready. Until Drabia feels loved by Ansel himself. Not only do it because of nafs*u and limited liability.

'Once I'm sure, you love me. There is no limit to this body of yours Ansel' Inner Drabia.

Shortly thereafter Ansel came out of the bathroom, using only a towel wrapped around his waist. Ansel also replied to Drabia's call, he deliberately wore his dal*m clothes in front of Drabia.

After the small cloth was perfectly stuck on his body. Ansel opened his towel and threw it towards Drabia who was sitting playing mobile phone in his hape.

Drabia looked at him with a sharp look. Ansel smilingly stepped his feet towards Drabia without clothes on.

"I'm sorry" Ansel blinked one eye at Drabia, after picking up the towel that covered his wife's head. Thinking that he can also heat Drabia's body without touching it. Ansel must not lose, he must succeed in making Drabia want to be touched. It is a husband and wife competition.

And Ansel succeeded, seeing that Drabia had swallowed his saliva with great difficulty. Can't bear to see his burly and fit body. What else stands out behind the pants.

'Curious ' right?' inner Ansel.

"Drabia, come out yuk. There is a fruit tree there. In front of his house, Mr. Mamat" Ansel asked.

"Gak ah, under it there is mo*** that is tied" Drabia declined.

Ansel thumped and sat his body beside Drabia.

"It looks like I'm craving, not that yesterday, so." Ansel stroking elus stomach Drabia.

Drabia fell silent and immediately looked at Ansel, Really?.

Ansel laughed gigglingly, "no, yesterday the otong had not had time to vomit, you need Ka O."

Ansel stood up from his seat, then pulled the hand of Drabia who was still silently watching him.

"Kneel!" take Ansel again to pull Drabia out of the room.

Arriving at the yard, Ansel took Drabia into his car. Ansel wants to take Drabia to the orphanage. Ansel would ask about Hafshah's parents to the owner of the parlour.

Until there, Ansel took Drabia's hand into the orphanage. The caretaker mother immediately greeted them kindly.

"Sir Ansel, please come in" Mother Panti was kindly welcome.

"Thank you Ma'am" Ansel smiled.

The mother noticed the woman beside Ansel. His face was different from the woman he was engaged to at that time.

"Mom, this is Drabia, she's my wife" Ansel said after sitting on the sofa in the parlour's living room.

Drabia stood up and extended her hand towards Mother Panti.

"Oh! I'm Farida's mother" Reply Mother Farida kindly, but her face looks like a confused face.

"The purpose of our arrival here, want to ask Mother about the Hafshah family" said Ansel immediately stated the intention of his arrival.

Setau Ansel of Hafshah, the Hafshah family was very close to Farida's mother. Of course Farida's mother knew Hafshah very well and her family.

"What is Mr Ansel saying?" Farida's mother doesn't understand.

Ansel sighed, then spoke back." Who exactly is Hafshah?, I know her, right?" tanyakanya.

Seeing the look on Ansel's face, Farida's mother fell silent.

"Mom knows her, right?" ask Ansel again.

Farida's mother sighed.

"He's a former child of this home. When she grew up she came out of this home" Farida's mother replied.

"Who are Irham, Jelita, Mr Bahri and Ms Rima?" furious Ansel. Looks like Farida's mother lied to her too.

Farida's mother was scared." Sorry, I didn't mean to lie to you. They threatened to destroy the home if they did not comply with their request. Pity the child if it should be abandoned."

"Astagfirullohal azim!" murmured Ansel and Drabia together.

*Connected.