Only (Wife) Deposits
HIS 20th Chapter

...Not wanting to compete with anyone, including your legal wife. I'm just obsessed with being a strong, intelligent, independent woman!...

"May this be the best choice."

Salsa put her backpack back in the closet. He will wait for Rafka to leave this apartment unit. After everything was done, the woman stepped into the bathroom to wash her face and urinate.

A few minutes passed, a pair of pitch-black neutrals began to open. Rafka circulated his eyes that had not yet opened perfectly to the room he was in now. He looked next to the empty bed. The man got up from his sleep and now sits leaning on the head of the bed. He rubbed his face rough and after that glanced at the wall clock that showed at 07:00 am.

The man grabbed a glass of water that was located on the bedside table, then drank it up to the toilet. It has become a habit of Rafka who always drink water when waking up. Now, the man got up from his bed to take a bath.

While Salsa was struggling in the kitchen, this morning he was eager to eat the vegetable capcay. And lucky in the refrigerator the ingredients he would cook were available.

"Salvene!" The roaring sound of Rafka made Salsa stop his activities. He turned his head towards the source of the sound and before long Rafka approached him to the kitchen with wide strides.

The man's face looked unfriendly this morning. The piercing sharp gaze that Rafka gave made Salsa stare in the other direction.

"Akh.sick."

"You intend to run away from me? Huh?!" snapped Rafka with a loud voice and raised his ears.

While Salsa groaned in pain with both cheeks that were clutched rough by Rafka and deliberately pressed deeper.

"I-I'm not blurry," Salsa stammered. Both of the woman's watery eyes held back the pain on her cheeks.

Rafka immediately threw the rough face of the wife to the side. Salsa rubbed both of her cheeks leaving a trail of redness and bruising.

"Then what is this! Huh uh?" Rafka opened the lady's backpack and took out all the underwear there.

Salsa gulped his saliva rough. His heart was pounding incoherently and fear began to creep in his mind at this moment.

"Don't think I'm stupid! You'll never be able to leave me unless I dump you myself!"

The tears that Salsa had been enduring, were now shedding. The pain was raining down on his chest at this moment. The last sentence Rafka made was very painful for him.

"Even if I leave here, what's your business, huh?!" Now, Salsa snapped Rafka back. Even the woman's gaze seemed defiant even as the tears poured out even more profusely."I have rights over myself! And I also have the right to go away from a jerk like you, Mr Rafka!"

"You..." Rafka raised her right hand, about to slap at Salsa.

Salsa closed her eyes, the woman's body trembling in fear.

"Arrgh..." Rafka growled in anger and dropped her right hand. And directly punching the wall beside him vaporized the turmoil he had in mind just now.

The man snorted violently and looked at the wife full of emotions that had not subsided. He immediately walked away from Salsa who slowly opened his eyes. A little blow came out of those tiny lips. Tears full of pain came out getting louder. How he can survive one roof with a tempramen man like Rafka. Marriage, which was originally a form of responsibility, has now turned into a place to seek benefits for one party.

In the room, Rafka buttoned the gray shirt he now wears. However, the reasonable flat that the man displayed was so terrifying. He took the cloth pants in the closet and immediately put them on. It's too late to get to the company.

After everything is done, Rafka takes the keys of the car lying on the table. He took his foot out of the room. The man's footsteps stopped in front of the dining table, where Salsa was eating the vegetables capcay gosong that the woman made earlier.

Salsa's eyes look puffy and nose reddened. If not for the desire of the fetus in his stomach, there was no way he would have eaten this. Moreover, the stock of vegetables in the refrigerator is exhausted and the one he cooked this last stock.

The woman turns her face away when Rafka approaches her. The masculine scent instantly penetrated into his sense of smell.

"Why eat this? Are you on purpose?!" rafka's circus pushes the coarse plate containing the vegetable capcay away from the presence of the wife.

Salsa glanced at her husband's cynicism. However, they refused to open their voices. He again pulled the plate and again ate it with greed even though both cheeks were painful and painful due to the grip that Rafka gave.

While the man fiddled with his phone, and afterwards looked at Salsa who was leaning her back on the shoulder of the chair, after a glut.

"I've ordered food for you. I don't want the kid you're carrying to get some unworthy food" Rafka said, cynically, and Salsa clucked softly.

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"Darling, why are you here?" Rafka looks surprised when he finds Azkiya sitting on the sofa, his study room.

The woman got up from her seat and stepped closer to Rafka.

"I should have asked, why didn't Mas go home last night? And I deliberately came to the company this morning, thinking that you spent the night here and you didn't" Azkiya replied.

"I spent the night at Alex's. You know, right, he just got back from Singapore" Rafka's alibi looks calm.

Azkiya flinched as Rafka grabbed her waist."Have you eaten, hmm?"

The woman shook her head." How can I eat when Mas disappears all of a sudden. I don't like to be away from you."

Rafka laughed and pinched his wife's cheek. The man kissed the wife's ranum lips and the mel*mat was short. Azkiya seemed to enjoy what her husband was doing.

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