SUGAR Hot Duda
Chapter 1 - The Lust

~Sugar, you know how long I've been alone, gone through a cold silent night and it hurts more than a broken heart...

~Sugar, you know every second your shadow's holding me back. Making the nights of solitude filled with fog because you are present by my side.

No matter how long I have to hold back...

How long do I have to keep you in this situation.

But, even a little bit I won't let anyone touch you~

You're only mine, even though I'm still tied to a promise with him.

🍁🍁🍁

Taps... Taps... Taps...

Bara's steps were so hasty when he entered the house that looked lonely as if there was no life. Two days ago Najira fired her maid without her permission and now? His wife looked very relaxed on the phone saying that she would be fine at home without anyone.

In front of the gate was the panicked face of Mr. Jovi, the guard who was surprised when he suddenly came back home earlier than expected.

Bara leaned in, staring intently at the middle-aged man until he was frightened.

"I'm sorry, sir. If anything happens to Mom inside. I don't know anything, I'm just told to shut up if I want to still work here." Mr. Jovi looked down deeply, sweat pouring out made Bara more and more convinced that in there, something wrong was happening.

Bara went into the house that looked lonely, his heart slipped down the stairs after the stairs to his room. From behind the door, he heard a groan. The voice that Bara often heard while making love with Najira.

"The sat guy." Ember clenched her hands, her body squeezing instantly upon hearing that familiar voice was deafening. Inside, Najira breathlessly hugged the men.

I want Bara to enter, beat up the man who was sleeping with his wife. Wanting to feel Bara rampaging, it is true that he has not fully loved Najira. But, all this time he always treated Najira well, giving a living of birth and mind in the hope that he could fulfill the promise to Najira's parents to take care of him.

"For Mas, come on again I'll be there." Najira's soft voice rang out clearly, Bara was still at the door and wished all this was just a dream. Nightmares in Bara and Najira's household.

"Are you happy, Honey. When's your husband coming home? I'll keep coming and make you unable to walk."

Deg

Bara inflamed, then nimbly he broke down the door of the room that became a barrier. A pair of humans who had coiled up were pleasantly aghast.

"Mas B-bara.." cried Najira, then pushed the man who overcame him, then wrapped the plain body with a blanket.

"Not finished? too bad I came in when you guys haven't reached max."

Najira lowered his head, while the man above him inching back, put his clothes back on and fled before Bara finished him off.

Bara was silent, Wanting to hit the man out, but somehow his body now seemed unable to move.

"Mas, this isn't what you think." Najira lowered his head, Bara let the man go, even his hands were not moved at all to give a lesson.

"I came home to surprise you..." Bara smiled, sighed for a moment and looked at Najira deeply.

"Mas, I can explain."

"After I think it's better for each of us to walk, you deserve to live with the man you love." Bara's voice choked, to be honest, this traumatized him. Maybe after releasing Najira, he will no longer know what marriage is.

"I don't want to share with you, Mom." Najira Whine.

"But that's impossible, I can't continue the marriage you've been married to even on our wedding bed." Bara's voice rose, he got up and put the clothes in the suitcase.

"Give me a chance, I'm a khilaf." Najira sobbed, do not know if the current Bara so disgusted to see him, see his innocent body the rest of the romance with the male breng sek earlier.

"I'll go, I'll take care of our divorce. This house I'll give you. Because this is what I have." Bara smiled wryly.

From today on, he had to fight hard once again, the hope of having children in order for their lives to be more perfect vanished already.

Bara's parents intend to give his property assets after Bara and Najira have children, unexpectedly life is getting complicated and now the relationship is limited to destruction.

Betrayal, evident before Bara. Even so, he kept his head straight and dragged his suitcase down the stairs.

Najira cries, he immediately puts on his original clothes and pursues Bara's steps.

Bara put it in the car, then passed leaving the courtyard of the house that had been almost a year he occupied with Najira. Although initially without love, Bara is a good man, he remembers exactly today one year ago was the day he tied the promise in front of the ruler with Najira. However, just as he prepared a flower and a small diamond-eyed simple ring in his pocket, Najira gave him a big surprise. Arriving at the fence of the house, Mr. Jovi then opened the gate so that the Bara car could pass.

If Najira runs after him, Bara throws a bouquet of flowers and greeting cards out of the car.

"Sir threw this flower out, ma'am." Mr. Jovi thrust a bouquet of flowers that were torn by the Bara throw that was full of disappointment.

Najira lowered his head, lamenting the bouquet of flowers tucked into the greeting card with a wail of tears.

'Happy Anniversary 1 year, my dear Najira. I pray that my next chapter will continue with you, passing through every second of our story together and striving for the true peak of happiness, there will be a day where there will be me, you and our children, he said, give me one more chance to learn to love you more seriously'

Marked,

Your husband's.

***

Najira hugged the broken bouquet tightly, her heart breaking along with stifling regret.

Najira's sorry? Perhaps, because he was tempted by the charm of Revan, the male breng sek who was always with him when Bara was working out of town.

"Better, Mrs Najira came in and calmed down, Mr. Bara is still upset, it is not good to be forced to accept an explanation." Despite his doubts, Mr. Jovi tried to give advice. Although in the heart of Mr. Jovi feel grateful, because in the end Mr. Bara can see the rottenness of his wife.

Mr. Jovi is not a bad person who prays for his Boss' household to fall apart, he is only messianic with the fate of Mr. Bara who is being cheated.

Najira went back into the room, he was sobbing, his hair was a mess with his hands constantly hugging the bouquet of flowers that had been damaged, just like his current household.

"I'm sorry, Mas Bara. I always felt you never loved me, when you were setting your heart and convincing yourself. I shouldn't be tempted by other men" Najira murmured.