Nackal Duda
Tara's affair

Gnats

Betrayed? Abandoned? Insulted? I've felt it. That's why I'm a widower now.

Marriage to me is a mask to hide another rot. An alibi to justify infidelity.

I am now a rich, handsome and successful widower. Who would dare to reject all the charisma I have?

I pointed to a girl in the glass room wearing a super sexy suit. "She! Tell him tonight must work hard to satisfy me!"

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Flashbacks

The sun this afternoon was very hot. I decided to go home sooner than usual.

1 O'clock in the afternoon. I drove my car into the grounds of the modest house where my wife Tara Anggraini and I lived.

The gate was open and there was a motorcycle belonging to my best friend, Damar parked in front of him. He must have put his motorcycle down and gone to work in an office car. It's that usual.

I noticed his 250 cc motorcycle. Looking handsome and cool, in my heart I keep hoping that I have more money to buy that cool bike. Ah, but when?

I stared at my sedan car that I had been driving for almost ten years. My car needs replacing, too. But where's the money?

My income is only from my car showroom which is sometimes crowded, sometimes empty of buyers. Heavy living costs. Has not paid the installment of the house which is still 14 years old.

Huft... When can I buy Damar kayak collectibles?

I walked to the porch. It was a bit surprising when I saw Damar's shoes there.

Are people now also nitip shoes at home? Really a rowdy bachelor! All are locked in the house!

I reached the head with the behavior of this friend of mine. Still celibate at an age that should have built a household. I just felt like getting married at 31 was too late, but Damar seemed relaxed.

I remember my wife Tara. Our marriage was only a year old and we had no children. Am I lacking effort? All right, let me go home I'll try again for the son he...

I opened the door of the house that Tara rarely locks. The neighborhood of the house where I live is safe because there is security in each cluster. It was difficult to enter because the guard was tight.

I entered the house that was neat and sound classical music from the direction of my room. Surely Tara was relaxing after cleaning the house, it was his habit to do classical music.

What if I'm surprised by hugging her from behind? What if we start the game? Hm... That's a good idea.

I also got closer to our room. The sound of music was still heard, but there was another sound I heard. A low voice and de sah an.

I sharpened my ears. Did I hear wrong? I guess not.

"Uh.... Ja.... Mm.." Tara's voice, I knew her sexy voice well when we did the unification.

Wait, unification?

A bad thought crossed my mind. Cannot be. I have to confirm the truth.

I opened the door wide and was shocked.

In the room...

On our mattress...

I saw Tara and Damar doing a union. Not a single thread covered their bodies.

Tara was hugging tightly Damar who was on top of her. Their bodies fused with the sweat that soaked the two.

Tara and Damar froze. They were staring at me.

"Breng sek!" I went ahead and punched Damar in the face. "Damn! ***!"

Damar was slumped on the floor in one tonjokan me.

Tara screamed at us. I went back to Damar and gave him a punch. I still don't feel satisfied beating him. I'll return a blow to Damar's silent face and body not to repay me. Either because it was losing strength or because it ran out of energy after screwing my wife.

Buk..bus...

"Stop Gas! Stop that!" Tara pulled my hand with her tiny body still naked.

Emotions are back on me.

I gave another blow to Damar.

"Enough! Stop that!" shout Tara.

And I saw it....

I saw a kissmark on Tara's body. Who can think logically when he sees his wife cheating? Who wouldn't be happy when he found out in the body of his beloved wife there is a kissmark made by another man? Who does not get angry when they know that this man is their best friend?

I let go of Damar. I now look at Tara with angry eyes.

Tara took a step back. He knows how beautiful I am. He knows I can do anything. I'm upset. I'm wrathful. I want to kill him!

I approached and grabbed Tara by the neck and pushed her all the way to the wall. Corner him, and intend to strangle him until...

"You're going to kill me? Please! Just kill me all! Kill it!" his yell.

I clutched stronger and stronger but I finally let go!

I threw Tara down until she staggered and fell beside Damar.

"Get the two of you out! GET OUT OF MY HOUSE!" I screamed with all my might. I came out of my room and I slammed the door tight.

I took a glass of water and took a lot of it. They were still in the room, dressed and Tara packed her things as possible. I don't know. I don't care anymore.

I sat in the living room, still waiting for Tara to come out with Damar. Sure enough, before long Tara came out with a suitcase filled with her belongings.

He dared to raise his face and look at me without feeling sinful at all. What is his heart made of? Betraying the household and acting like a winner? What right does a sinner have to act like an angel?

Tara looked more and more haughty, she sat across from me and looked at me sharply. Next to Tara stood Damar who acted like a bodyguard.

Damar Bonyok's face was hit a lot from me. I still wasn't satisfied to teach him a lesson. I should've made a goddamn best friend like him!

"Yes... You finally know about my relationship with Damar." Tara started talking. I watched his neck which was slightly cut off by my grip. If I don't think that killing people will go to jail, then I'll kill Tara for betraying my love.

"I want us to get a divorce" Tara said.

"of course. Who wants to accept a used woman wearing your kayak?!" I said no less scathing.

Tara gave her a smile. "That's arrogant! You should have thought about why I had an affair with Damar!"

"Not important! To me you're just a cheap woman opening her kangan hose to other men! No different than pe la cur!" back I reply to the words of Tara with words that are no less painful.

Tara quickly stood up and slapped my face.

Plakkkp...

A spicy slap landed on my cheek. I smiled as I held my hot cheek.

"Slapping me doesn't make your extremely despicable status change in an instant!" I re-ignited Tara's emotions.

Tara was about to advance again but Damar held her back.

"We're getting divorced soon. You think I'm happy living with you? Who are you until I'm willing to spend my life with men like you!" Tara's starting to get me back in the mood.

"Of course I'm better than your mother's child like your love!" sindirku. Damar is indeed a mother's child, every request must always be obeyed.

"Oh, it doesn't matter to me. Damar is so much better than you! Too far! Do you feel yourself great? Just having a small showroom is proud. You have no ability! You can never make me satisfied in bed. Is that what you said great huh?"

Degs...

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Agas the Duda Nackal