Om the CEO is Galak That's My Husband
Rita's Regret

Pov Rita's

"Would you guys come here?" I asked while covering my body with a blanket. Yes, before going to bed, Herman was forcing me to serve him, although at first I refused, but I could not deny the pleasure he gave. Yeah, because that's all Herman can give me.

I saw one of the three men looking at me with another look, as if to pounce on me. The skin of his body filled with tattoos made me even more frightened. one bald friend stood in front of the window, looking for Herman who had just jumped out.

"Go from here! Toloooong! tolooooong!" my increasingly frightened screams as a man whose body is filled with tattoos steps closer to me, with a full grin na*su that is very visible to present.

"Shut up!" Jerk the bald man who checks the bedroom window. I saw his face as agitated as fear.

"Bro, let's just brush Herman's wife! good, it's free! his body is also motile," said the bartato man, who made me even more horrified.

"Tolooooong! tolooooong!" I was getting more and more frightened, as the tattooed man grabbed my wrist, I shuffled backwards while still sitting on the bed. But, I could only hold the blanket that covered my body with one hand. Until the blanket was only able to cover the middle-with my d*da alone, while the side was exposed. made the three men who were in my room increasingly glaring looking at me.

"Shut up! you know, your husband mortgaged this house last month. But, until now he has not been in the slightest tasting it." said the tattooed man who holds my wrist.

I was shocked to hear the man's words. How could Herman mortgage this house. Oh no, did she not take the certificate of this house? Yeah, I also saw the money he was hiding under the bed. But I didn't suspect him at all, because I assumed it was his gambling money.

"Ha ha ha, why? You don't believe it? Bro look at the evidence," said the tattooed man, then the man behind the tattooed man threw the paper he had on his hand at me.

I can't see it because the paper has been crushed into a round. If I open it with my hands, then the blanket covering my body will slump down even further.

"Brother I can't stand it anymore, quickly close the window," the tattooed man has now climbed into bed and overstretched my body. she followed her other friends after closing the door and the room.

"Maybe the Herman did deliberately give us a gift bro," that was the voice of the bald man.

"Mom, Rita ma'am! is mom inside?" I breathed a sigh of relief when I heard the sound from outside, but my mouth was held tight by the tattooed man who had already pierced my body. I just hope that my neighbor who is outside will immediately enter the house after seeing the front door that has been damaged.

"Mom, Rita ma'am, where's Rita?" the sound was getting closer and closer, maybe they had entered the house.

"Tolooooooong!" I shouted back as the tattooed man ran outside following his friend who had jumped through my bedroom window.

Brugh

Brugh

Brugh

"Mom Rita! open the door," call my neighbor from outside the news, banging on the door.

"Woi, what are you guys doing," cried the voice of some men, maybe they saw the three men coming out of the window.

I was still curled up in bed with both hands covering my body with a blanket.

"Yes God! miss Rita what happened?" bu Asih walked over to me and several other mothers also entered my room.

"Who are they Rita's mom? And where's Herman?" ask the Asih maam who has been sitting on the bed by hugging my body.

"They're the ones looking for the Herman, what else if not to collect the debt,"

"Why the hell? bu Rita still wants to be with a model husband like that? Already unemployed like to gamble, drunkenness,"

"Certain ma'! if I had a model husband so I would give rat poison a spoon a day, let him die slowly."

The timpal of all the mothers who were in my room. I can only be a manic. Yes, I do not refute any of their words, for they are truths I never realized. Now I'm really sorry, what else when I remembered the words of this man, this house has been mortgaged. Oh my God, this is not my home, because my late daughter's father gave it to her daughter.

"Of course, enough mothers! if you come here just want to scorn Rita's mom better just go home," said Bu Asih defending me. Actually I do not need a defense, because all this is my fault.I deserve to be insulted.

"Already ma'am, do not need to listen to their words," said Bu Asih calms me.

****

After all the mothers returned to their homes, I also put on my clothes back. I also checked the closet where I kept the certificate of this house. Oh my God, I closed my mouth with two hands while stepping back and sitting on the bed. It turned out to be true! The Herman baw**n has already taken his certificate.

How much did he pawn her? Who did he pawn him for? What's he pawned her for? Though all this time all the cost of his life I alone bear. He never spent a thousand dollars on household needs.

I can only hold my breath while managing my breath that feels tight.

Tok

Tok

Tok

"Rita, Rita open the door,"

I heard the sound of my bedroom door being knocked slowly from outside, also calling my name. Yeah, it must be Herman. I had indeed locked the door of the room, because the outer door had been damaged.

I who was on the verge of emotion immediately opened the door. directly hit and grabbed his hair using his hands, venting all my mounting anger. I don't care if he has to m*t* in my hands right now.

But my energy lost far, until now my hands have been held strong.

"Take off, let go of me*nj*ink," I said, not wanting me to be touched and say his name again.

"You, say what? How dare you fight me now?" he was bluffing his teeth threatening me. But I'm not afraid of him anymore.

"Cuihh," I spit on his face, it wasn't enough for me to vent my anger.

Plaques

Plaques

Two loud slaps from her landed on my cheek, until my body staggered into the bed. Balum enough to get there, he then tick*k my neck with both hands.

"Dare you fight me, you want your son to be the same fate as you," with glaring eyes and a red face I shook my head, I didn't want him to touch my daughter.

"Quick! pack up the things, we're out of here," he snapped, but I was still lying still collecting my breath that was almost gone because of his check*k.

"Hurry up!!! Or you want me to finish off your fucking son," he snapped again. I'm not afraid he'll do anything to me, but I'm afraid he'll really bother my daughter.

I stood up, obeying her will, I grabbed a worn suitcase and put some of my clothes in, she also helped put her clothes in. After that he dragged my hand out of the house.

I don't know where he's taking me?

I hope we can meet again, son, I'm sorry, I'm sorry.......