Nackal Duda
Agree

Dance couldn't hide the sparkling glare of her eyes when she heard I agreed to marry her. Yes, again I agreed without a second thought. My human side is back in control.

I thought the good Agas was long gone and buried in me, but my good side was still there. Now, when feelings of discomfort and unbearable control over me I feel like I'm back to being the Agas I used to be.

Decisions that I will either regret or not, I definitely give up with a guilty attitude that might hurt me if I don't do this. Marriage, the thing I don't want to do anymore, but it turns out fate says something else.

"Om getting married to Dance?" tanya Tari while taking my hand and holding her expectantly.

"Well, how else." I answered lazily.

"Oh God, Om... Thanks Om... Thanks though... Dance promises, Dance will be a good wife to Om and a good mother to our children!" said Tari with sparkling eyes.

"Wait, our kids?" ask me while frowning me.

Dance nodded with certainty. "Rather than Om continuing to sin with Mbak Cici, it is better for Tari to serve Om. Whenever the dance is ready!" answer with certainty.

"You talk like this as if you had an experience! I thought nothing of it!" I saw Dance from head to toe as if I was investigating her further.

"No Om! The dance vows are still virgins! Yes as a wife is the duty of Dance serves husband Dance. So yes later than Om looking for satisfaction outside is better Dance serving him." replied Dance innocently.

Geez, this kid, doesn't he know what he's dealing with is me? Agas the Duda Nackal? Will he be able to serve me someday?

"What if even if you've served me, I still can't leave my sparkling world later?" I deliberately tested it, I also do not know how my life after marriage later. I've been in this happy-happy world for almost two years, right said Papa will be difficult to cure.

Dancing silent. He probably didn't think I'd say that.

"Why? You want to change your mind? I married you to help you. What my future will be like is up to me. You have no right to rule my life. If you want to change your mind and look for good men out there, please. There is no bond between us" I said firmly. I don't want Tari to keep hoping for a relationship between the two of us.

We are not married based on love. My marriage to Tara based on love alone can run aground, especially one based on pity? I doubt its success myself.

Tari's hand held loosened for a moment but she clasped my hand tightly. "Dance ready! As Tari said before, it is better to serve one Om than to be sold to pimps and serve many striped men! If Om likes to change partners, Dari will always pray Om to open the door of his heart with God and realize the mistake Om did."

This is an answer I never thought I would get from a dance. He instead of forcing me to be faithful, begged me not to do my bad habits but instead chose to pray for me so that I would realize my mistake. I don't know when he'll hold out against me.

Dance back into her room with a relieved smile. The problem has now been resolved, I am left unfinished.

I decided to take a shower tonight. My head was full of thoughts. I wish every water could carry away all the burdens of my mind.

Marrying...

I'm getting married again...

The bad shadow crossed my mind again. A flash of shadow when Tara was sighing full of pleasure under the confines of Damar as if a trauma that I was difficult to remove.

How Tara enjoyed her affair. It's only natural that I'm crazy. The woman I loved and married lovingly had an affair with my best friend. Whose heart will not be broken, even the strong will be broken.

Especially when Tara says I'm weak in bed. The reason He said to justify the infidelity committed.

Yes, Papa was right. I have to cure my two diseases. Illness is afraid of marriage and my delinquent illness is because I want to prove to the whole world, not just Tara and Damar, that I'm not a weak man.

Bruck..

I punched my bathroom wall.

If there was no affair...

If only my house was okay...

I came out of the bathroom and just put on a boxer. It feels like tonight's too hot. Making thirst hurt me.

I walked into the kitchen, sipping a glass of water up to the toilet. Kitchen lights that have been turned off make the atmosphere of the house look dark.

I was just about to go back to my room when someone hit me.

"Aww!" the female moans are none other than Dance.

I turned on the kitchen lights so he could see more clearly.

"Oh..... Om. Kirain Tari who." said Tari while throwing away his gaze did not want to look at me who only wear boxer only with bare chest.

"Who do you think? Why aren't you asleep?" my many.

"Ha... Thirsty, Om." she answered nervously.

I looked again at his lowered and flushed face withstanding embarrassment. I hold my smile at his innocence.

"Don't sleep at night. Tomorrow we'll meet your father with the lawyer that Papa sent."

Dari raised her face and looked back down in embarrassment as she stared at the top of my body. You innocent girl!

"Tomorrow Om? Yaudah Tari is going to sleep fast tonight!"

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I called Papa the next day, the lawyer he sent had arranged a meeting between me, Tari and his stepfather.

Stepfather Dance looked at me from head to toe like she had a veiled intention. Like seeing a field of money that he can dredge.

Fortunately, the lawyer that Papa sent was a good lawyer. He can make Mr. Tari stepfather want to sign a letter of agreement that essentially will not interfere with Dance's life again.

Unfortunately, Tari lost her foster mother's home. My lawyer and I can't do anything because the house is already being transferred.

I showed you a picture of Dance when I found her at the time. His face that was battered because of being beaten by his stepfather I used as a means to threaten to criminalize if his Father interfered with Dance again.

His stepfather Tari was not stupid, although he was threatened to be imprisoned not so easily He gave up. He asked for compensation because Tari should have sold him to pimps. The reason is for his survival going forward.

What is the reason for living selling her daughter to pimps for money? You crazy stepfather!

Dizholimi dance how do I follow emotions huh? It's just a dance that much keukeuh want me to marry to persuade Papa all. This accursed man he faced. If I had gotten him off the face of the earth!

"So you ask how much to stay away from live Dance?" my many.

The man smiled triumphantly. He thought I would fulfill his wish.

"Two billion!" answer with a winning smile.

The surprised dance and her face was pale. He took cover behind me by holding my arm tightly. I knew his fear that I would give up and he would eventually be sold by his Father.

"Two billion you say? whoop!" I changed into a smile. "I can sue you with a layered chapter. First about persecution or KDRT. Second, because of human sales. And you can still smile?"

"Judah if you don't want to! He's my son! Likes me!"

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