The Man Who Takes My Chastity
Precious woman

Mr. Hilman stopped his vehicle just in front of his house, went down and walked quickly into the house. Mr. Hilman came home, after hearing the news that Widuri died.

"Ma, did Widuri really die?. Then why are you still here?. Why don't you go see him?" cerca Mr. Hilman direct.

Ratna's mother, who heard Mr. Hilman's voice, immediately raised her face and stared intently at her husband.

"Where have you been? Ha!" snapped by Ratna's mother. Ratna's mother was not surprised anymore from the habit of her husband who often went out of town. But Ratna's mother never knew what her husband was doing out there. Even Ratna's mother thought that her husband had another wife.

And it seems that this time Mother Ratna's patience is exhausted, or the fat woman is tired of facing her husband who often goes away is not clear the purpose. If asked, the reason is to work with friends.

"What work are you doing out there." Ratna's mother saw Mr. Hilman fully investigated.

"Why look at me like that?. I worked as a foreman on a project that belonged to my friend. His job moved. You know, I don't like working as a farmer" Mr. Hilman replied casually and convincingly.

Ratna's mother, who had stood up, dropped her body back onto the sofa and cried again.

"Widuri died during childbirth. Haris didn't allow us to meet them" Sobs Ratna's mother.

Successfully made Mr. Hilman speechless and swallowed his saliva toil.

"Nala has also been fired from the company" said Ms Ratna again." I think we must have got it wrong. Or there are people who slander us on them."

'Widuri, he must have told Haris' inner Mr. Hilman.

Mr. Hilman also stepped out of the house.

"Where is Dad going?."

Mr. Hilman immediately stopped his steps hearing Nala exclaim. The middle-aged lung man also turned his body towards Nala.

"Meeting Haris" replied Mr. Hilman then rushed out and into his car.

"Ma, we better catch up with Dad. Later Nala will try to contact Kak Marya again. Maybe he can help us" said Nala rushing to the room to prepare. Shortly after, Nala came out with a pulling travel bag in her hand.

**

Elsewhere, precisely in the big house of the Salim family. Marya let out a long sigh seeing Nala keep contacting her. But Marya must not lift him, as Kanzo threatens him. If Marya dares to receive a phone call from the Widuri family, Kanzo will lock her up in the room and not be allowed to sleep with their baby.

"Honey" whined Marya, seeing her phone continues to vibrate, Marya so disturbed. More precisely pity thinking about Mother and Sister Widuri. Both women must be very sad at this time.

"What's wrong?. Just turn off your phone" said Kanzo who was busy cradling the baby nimang Gavin.

"Mother Ratna and Nala are not wrong. Why are you punishing them?. Don't you have feelings huh! you guys won't understand being a mother" Marya said.

"Let Mr. Hilman confess his guilt to Nala and his wife." Kanzo also sighed." Let his wife report him to the police. For committing a crime against Haris and his own daughter" Kanzo said.

"In that case, I will also report Mr. Kanzo and Dad to the police for trading for me." Marya rolled her eyes lazily looking at her husband. One can only see the faults of others, but cannot see his own faults.

"But I didn't do any bidding until I hurt people." Kanzo tried to defend himself.

"Don't hurt anyone?" Marya grunts. If Kanzo didn't hurt her, there's no way Marya would have felt any pain until it bled that night."It seems Mr. Kanzo forgot himself."

Kanzo who understood where Marya was talking was laughing."Come here, Gavin seems to want to breastfeed."

Marya, who was sitting on the bed, moved her legs closer to Kanzo and baby Gavin who were sitting on the sofa.

"Do you know how much a father has in his daughter before marriage?. That's how much right I have as a husband to you" Kanzo said as she gently rubbed Marya's hair sitting next to him." If only that night you had no pain, there was no way I would have kept you, anything else to love you" Kanzo added.

"But Mr. Kanzo forced me to marry you" Marya said.

"The longer you're going to be the braver you fight me." Remember when Kanzo asked him to pay the fine for his car damage to Marya. The woman was so frightened, that her face was pale.

"The reality is like that." Marya threw her face the other way.

Kanzo immediately grabbed the chin of the woman who was giving breast milk to their child. Gently directly swept the woman's lips with her chewy thing.

Marya instantly fell silent and lowered her gaze. Kanzo's gentle demeanor treated him, which made Marya fall in love with him, even though Kanzo had another wife.

Kanzo pulled Marya's body into her arms."You know Marya?." Marya who was leaning against her chest was silent, not answering and waiting for her husband's words to continue."When a man fights for a woman, it means she is very valuable to him" Kanzo replied after pausing."Yes, the way every man fights for his woman is different" Kanzo continued.

"But not necessarily by force." Uh! Marya was still upset when she remembered the incident.

Kanzo chuckled and then kissed the tip of the woman's head fondly."But you yourself are also in love with me."

Marya snorted, unable to dodge what she said was true.

**

In another hemisphere.

Widuri sat pensively staring straight ahead out the glass wall in front of him. It has been two weeks Widuri was in a place that was foreign to him. Although never out of the house, Widuri know if he is currently far from Indonesia.

"What's wrong? I see you daydreaming by yourself."

Widuri turned briefly to the face of the man who hugged him from behind, and looked straight back at the view of the city in front of him.

"Are we going to stay here forever?" ask Widuri. In view of Haris's movements during the week this week, it seems they are not on vacation. Because almost every day Haris went to work. I don't know what work, Widuri doesn't know.

Haris who was asked was silent and followed the direction of Widuri's very distant view.

"We will not go back to Indonesia" Haris replied.

"I miss Mama" said Widuri. If indeed they had to move outside Negri, Widuri actually did not mind. But the one he didn't like, Haris took him to sleep.

Haris tightened his embrace to Widuri's body."There's a time we'll meet Mama."

"Don't punish you for your mistakes, I beg you Mr. Haris." After they reached outside the Negri, Widuri had told Haris that her father had kidnapped her and stabbed Haris, although Haris had already found out.

"After Dad confessed to Mama. I'll bring Mama and Nala here. We will live here together" said Haris, already planning to stay outside the country forever.

"Mama wouldn't want to."

Oe oe oe!

Hearing the sound of the baby crying in the room, Haris immediately took off his embrace from Widuri and stepped his feet towards the baby box, directly followed by Widuri from behind.

"Papa's son why are you crying?" asked Haris in a soft voice while taking the baby boy from the baby box.

"It looks like he's a pup" said Widuri.

When Haris checked his diaper and sure enough, an unpleasant scent immediately pierced into his nasal cavity.

Widuri takes the baby from Haris's sling, but Haris refuses.

"Let me" said the man. His wife must have been tired all day caring for their baby. It's okay if I have to change to take care of it.

"Sir Haris must also be tired, and Mr. Haris' waist still hurts, let me take care of it."

"Don't worry, my waist is better. Take a shower first, it's late afternoon" Haris said. From the smell of his wife's body earlier when hugging him, Haris can tell that his wife has not bathed.

"Alright my kind husband" replied Widuri. While stepping her legs Haris directly pulled her arm, making her body fall into the lap of the man.

"You throw this away" Haris put the dirty diaper in his hand into Widuri's hand. Successfully made the beautiful woman snort. Wanting to get rid of the trash, must use romance.

"Share the aroma" said Haris then chuckled at the face of his wife who had misbehaved when the woman's body fell into his arms.

Widuri pursed her lips, then stood up from above Haris' lap, carrying the unpleasant-scented trash, to throw it into the trash.

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