The Lust-Satisfying Wife of Ceo
The past is back

"this is your money" again and again, Bara always just like that, throwing money on the body of Praya, consider Praya a cheap woman that she bought her body and self-esteem, he said, whereas Praya received the embers because the woman really loved the coals, not because of the treasure of the man, Praya's heart was sliced with embers, her tears always spilled after contact with her husband, she said, Praya sleeps his back to Bara, the man is busy putting up his clothes again, Praya squeezes the red sheet money scattered in front of him, Bara only comes to satisfy his lust only, if it has felt satisfaction, Bara just came to satisfy his lust, then Bara will go straight home to his beloved wife.

"i'm home" There's no warm pecking on the forehead, no rubbing on the head, no soft speech in the ears.

"it's hard to be that hard, as hard as it is to appreciate me as your wife, at least don't put a price on something that is already your right" the Praya monologue.

after hearing the sound of Bara's car starting to leave his yard, Praya rushed up to clean up.

...

"my wish..." Pray the lyrics of the clock on his phone screen, not too late to go out to buy noodles, all the way. Praya pairs hoddy his greatness also he pairs again pink sleeping pants.

Praya searched the highway that Many will be other road users.he arrived at one of the nearest supermarkets, Praya really had to be smart to manage his finances, the two million wages he earned, he was able to pay, must be able to meet his needs for one month, from paying expenses, monthly spending and saving to buy a motorcycle, do not ask as much money as he has received from coal, he said, count from the beginning of their marriage until now, it has been almost two months, all the money that Bara threw for Praya every relationship is always in Praya well saved, he said, not as often as Praya use for his daily needs, because for Praya, the money is not the living of a husband for his wife, but the money paid for the satisfaction of his lust Bara alone, but the money, praya never sold himself.

Praya choose each 5 packs with different flavor variants, Praya prefers fruited noodles rather than fried noodles.

"emm, what else is good?"

"It turns out that it's still the same" Praya's hand floated, the pamiliar voice halting her intentions.

"How many times have I told you, mi is not healthy" Praya sipped her salivary rough, Praya chanted a prayer in her heart, hoping she was wrong. Praya timidly looked up, he said, his steps automatically retreated as the face he had forgotten for years returned before him.

"how are you?"the man's lips twitched, his eyes glazed in disbelief, the well-built man clutched Praya's wrists as the woman looked away

"please, do not go again" at his pull Praya entered into his arms, in his arms tightly hugged the little body of the woman he so longed for, the man's tears spilled.

"don't go again, I beg you.don't go" her voice turned soft, Praya could feel her shoulders wet from the man's tears.

"k-ka, le-pas, ki-we have nothing to do anymore" instead of letting go of Praya, the man whom Praya calls Kaka, tightened his arms, he shook his head

"no, I don't want to, I won't let you go again"

"Ka.." with all his might, Praya let go of the man's embrace.

"we're over, we don't have any more words"

"raya.. You know, I was sick after your departure, I can't without you, we go home yes, we get married and live happily, just the two of us" please in such a soft voice.

"sorry you, I can't" Praya tried not to stare at the shady-eyed man in front of him, fearing that for years he had buried him again, however, the man she was before her once filled her heart.

"you don't have to be afraid of the mama, we go away from them, we get married and live happily together, ok" Praya brushed off the hand that wanted to touch her cheek.

"sorry, I can't"

"why Praya, why? is it because of mama? you don't have to be afraid, we can go away from them, you don't need to meet them, ki---

"i'm married"

deg!!!

"married, don't joke baby, I know you're lying, I know there's only me in your heart, you're not getting married to anyone else"

"i'm not lying ka, I'm married, ka Dikta. lupain me yes, mamah Kaka right, and now that I have also become a wife, four years have passed between us, let the six years that we spent together be enough of a memory, forget me, forget me, and look for someone who can be the best partner for Kaka "Praya keeps his head down, torly his shopping is pushed, Dikta no longer stops the Woman's steps, she said, he still does not believe in the reality of changes in the status of women.

"sorry me ka, sorry.." said Praya.

"Pray "

"prayaaaa "nil, Praya has disappeared from his reach, Dikta rubbed his face of frustration, while Praya tried to hide behind the Wall.

"prayaa, come back, I beg Praya, tell me if you're just joking, Praya..."

the flashback

"Ka Dikta" the girl with the hair down, the blue white school shirt still attached to her body, he ran over to the young man who was also still wearing his gray white school clothes.

Dikta widened his hand to welcome the jolly girl. Praya jumped into the arms of Dikta, Dikta so easily lifted the little body of the girl to go round and round.

"Udah you've, Praya's head is dizzy" Dikta chuckled first he lowered Praya's body.

"what rank?"

"let Kaka guess first" Dikta tapped his chin with his index finger

"emm, one" guess Dikta

"right! ranked first in class and public" Praya is so carefree, Praya shows rapot as well as his charter of appreciation, Dikta ruffled the clutter of the head of Praya.

"smart girl"

"iya dong, who used to teach, ka Dikta is that loh"

"what gift do you want?"

"walk into the night market" Praya skipped around like a 14-year-old girl in general.

"alright, but change clothes first, Kaka does not want to take the schoolgirl's path"

"get ready" Praya was obedient and respectful.

...

His gaze was empty, Praya was not even aware anymore if he passed the road back to his home. Praya sat on one of the chairs on the side of the road.

*"your rich village girl is inappropriate for my son, get out of my son's life*" Even Praya still remembers every insult that Dikta's parents gave her.

*"never dream of being queen in my house*"

Praya breathed a rough sigh.

"why see you again anyway, argghh" Praya ruffled her hair.

"not content to see me insulted to death with his family"