The Man Who Takes My Chastity
What a beautiful morning

Haris is not unfair to him, but to the child in his stomach as well. Haris paid more attention to his son who was in Cici's stomach, than the one in his stomach.

Widuri wiped her tears as she opened the door of the room she had once been in. Widuri also often wants Haris to stroke her stomach while going to sleep. And note when you wake up in the morning, what else when you vomit the contents of his stomach in the morning. But Haris never thought about what Widuri's been through since she was pregnant. Haris behaves as if Widuri doesn't need him.

After being in the room, Widuri immediately laid her body on the mattress. Not long after, Widuri fell asleep. Face only, the night has shown at one in the morning.

In the next room, Haris came down from the top of the bed, after seeing Cici sleeping. Haris stood beside the bed, and looked at the face of the first woman in her marriage with an indescribable look. Then Haris came out of the room, stepped his feet towards the room that was occupied by Widuri.

**

In the morning, Widuri immediately woke up and opened her eyes, when she felt her stomach suddenly churned wanting to vomit. When Widuri was about to sit her body, her movements were locked by the hands and feet wrapped around her body.

'Pak Haris' Inner Widuri saw Haris' face right next to her face.

"Grooof!" Widuri directly silenced her mouth which almost spouted her stomach through her mouth.

"Oek oek oek!" unable to withstand the turmoil from inside his stomach, finally Widuri vomited his stomach contents on the mattress.

Haris, who was sleeping, woke up and sat down.

"Darling, are you vomiting?" haris.

"Sorry, I was going to the bathroom. But Mr. Haris locked my movements. So I can't run to the bathroom." Widuri becomes unwell, maybe Haris is uncomfortable and disgusted to see her vomit on the blanket.

Haris sighed, hearing Widuri apologize.

"Why are you sorry?" said Haris reached out his hand to massage the back neck of Widuri.

"I've puked out the blanket" replied Widuri. The blankets they wear must be expensive. It may be more expensive than the salary Widuri works as a receptionist.

"What's up, just spit it out. The blanket can be washed later." Seeing Widuri finished vomiting, Haris opened their blankets, then lifted Widuri's body and took her to the bathroom.

"I took a shower myself" said Widuri as Haris was about to undress.

"I just want to bathe you." Haris continued to pull the Widuri shirt out of the woman's body, then bathed the woman clean, making Widuri resigned to receive the treatment of the man.

After finishing her bath, Haris took the woman back out of the bathroom.

"I don't bring clothes" said Widuri. Her clothes in the closet were thrown away.

"You've got a lot of clothes in the closet." Haris steps her feet toward the closet in the room to pick up clothes for Widuri.

'Sir Haris, why are you so good after I decided to divorce you after this child was born?.'

Widuri sat in her arms while watching Haris' back from behind.

After giving birth, Widuri has decided to divorce Haris. Because Widuri thought, Haris would not be able to be fair to her. Haris will remain a labile man who cannot determine his direction. Can't be strict in being the head of the household. Haris will always lean more towards Cici. But seeing Haris pay attention to her like this again, honestly it feels very hard if you have to divorce. What else Widuri still loves that guy.

"I know that I'm handsome" said Haris, managed to resuscitate Widuri from her daydream.

**

The room next to Widuri's room, Cici who woke up from her sleep immediately hardened her jaw, seeing Haris was not there beside her.

'Surely he went to Widuri's room in Cici's mind. Thinking that Haris and Widuri's relationship seems to have improved. This can't be allowed. Haris must hate Widuri.

'Patient patience' inner Cici, took a deep breath and then let out slowly. Cici must be able to control her emotions, she must remain a good, obedient and meek wife. Because he has not succeeded in getting rid of Widuri from Haris' life.

Cici immediately came down from the bed, put her feet into the bathroom to clean herself. When he finished, Cici came out. In the room there was Haris, had a bath seen from his damp hair, and was also neat with a sturdy white shirt on the man's body.

'What happened last night? Did they do it?' inner Cici.

"Hurry to get dressed, Kanzo and Miss Marya are waiting for us at the dinner table for breakfast." Haris approached Cici after picking up the clothes she had prepared on the sofa.

"I feel like I've been sleeping for a while, it's morning. Huh, I got up late" Cici exhaled harshly, regretting her late waking up this morning.

"What's wrong" replied Haris.

After Cici finished dressing, Haris took his wife out of the room, joined the table for breakfast. Although not appetizing, but they must still fill the nutrients to their bodies for their energy today.

"Good morning" said Cici kindly as she sat her body in the chair she used to sit on, precisely next to Haris.

"Good morning too" Kanzo and Marya replied simultaneously. While Widuri was just silent, reluctant to look at Haris and Cici.

And Soodam, sitting next to Kanzo, was just silently pensive with a blank look straight ahead.

The breakfast time passed quietly, no one spoke. All chewed the food in each mouth with a very careful heart.

"I don't think the three of you should go to the funeral. You are pregnant, you will be mentally not strong there" said Kanzo, after spending breakfast on his plate and drinking a glass of water available in front of him.

"I'm coming, it's the last day I see Mama" Cici said in a powerful voice to Haris.

Marya just turned the lazy eyeball. Basic stealth, shortcut once make dramatic drama in front of Haris.

"Cici, your guts are weak. Don't come with ya. I don't want to happen anything else with you and our baby" said Haris rubbing Cici's head gently from behind.

"Follow" said Cici, speaking with her lips bent down with tears streaming down from the corner of her eye.

The lazy Widuri looked at him, choosing to stand up from her chair and leave the dining table. Widuri stepped her feet into the room that had been prepared for the guests to visit.

Widuri approached the body of Mother Ilona who was covered in cloth, sitting her body beside her. Then opened the cloth that covered the helpless woman's face.

'For the sake of your grandchildren who are in my stomach. I will get rid of your beloved daughter-in-law' Inner Widuri looked at Mother Ilona's face with an indescribable look.

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