The Savage Wife of Mr. Delon
ISTDS. Cry

Brakes...

The door opened as the man was about to launch his act to enjoy the b*beer ranum Zifana. The man looked back, at the sight of someone so familiar to him.

The man who was half-delayed came down from Zifana's body and looked at the man who had just arrived.

"Delon?" How come?" bath asked. He clenched his hands and grabbed his shirt.

Zifana breathed a sigh of relief when she saw Delon coming with cold eyes that intimidated the evil man.

"Take the woman off" he said full-on

Delon also glanced towards the messy and miserable Zifana. There was a claustrophobic in his heart seeing Zifana's horrendous appearance. Their gazes met, Zifana who was crying as if asking herself to finish off the man.

Delon clenched his hands, angry at the man who treated his wife like that.

His right hand is clenched. Delon's left hand grabbed the collar of the man who was now trying to get back on his shirt and dealt a few punches. The men resisted and they fought each other for strength.

Zifana got up and inched backwards, covering her body with her torn clothes while watching the fights of the two equally strong people.

Delon was seen several times hitting and smashing the masked man's body, trying to unmask. Several times also the man could dodge and could retaliate so as to give a few punches on Delon's face. Now, Delon seemed to rub the corner of his bloody lips.

Shortly thereafter, Andreas appears and takes over Delon's place.

Andreas attacked the man who looked like he was starting to lose it.

"De, go, go" he said. He led the masked man out.

Delon approached Zifana who was crying in the corner. Only Zifana's sobs could be heard, the beautiful eyes she had always seemed to be lost somewhere. The usually radiant face disappeared covered in grief.

The pain cut Delon's heart when he saw this scene. Delon approached Zifana, Zifana inching backwards and looking terrified.

Unconcerned by Zifana's refusal, Delon approached his wife and hugged her tightly.

Zifana was silent and not rebellious, she felt safe now. Zifana cried as she pleased in Delon's arms.

Delon rubbed his wife's messy hair everywhere.

"Cry" said Delon lirih. His heart is really bad. He clenched his hand.

Zifana was crying in Delon's arms. Wiped out all the grief and fear in the chest of her husband's field.

Delon closed his eyes, there was a pain he was feeling. Sorry seemed to haunt his brain when he left Zifana and did not invite him earlier to go home together.

Zifana's body seemed weak, she was unconscious. Delon was surprised, he looked at Zifana's pale face.

Delon carried his wife after seeing some of his men coming to help Andreas take care of the matter.

Delon tried not to panic, he walked out carrying Zifana's extremely weak body. Delon clenched his hand, his net glanced at the person who was fighting with Andreas. As if it were no stranger to him.

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Delon landed Zifana in the car and immediately left the place. He glanced at the weak Zifana, he should be immediately in the apartment. Yeah, he chose the apartment. Such conditions did not allow Ziphana to be brought to Elijah.

Delon drives his car at high speed, he is so relieved to be able to arrive on time. Earlier, at the ojek base on the lake, there were still some ojek. Delon asked them if they saw the woman on his phone.

The motorcycle taxi driver said that the lady was riding her new guy's motorcycle, heading to the right. From there Delon and the new Andreas came looking.

A few minutes later they reached the apartment, and Delon got out of the car and took his wife to his room. He laid Zifana's body on the bed, changing Zifana's outerwear with a nightgown.

Delon's eyes seemed fascinated with his wife's body. Soon Delon ended his routine, seeing a red mark on Zifana's neck. The mark that the depraved man left behind. Delon clenched his hands tightly.

"Don't expect you to get away," he said.

Delon shrouded Zifana's body, staring at the pretty face that looked ashen. Swiping smooth cheeks that are still wet due to tears. Delon briefly kissed the top of Zifana's head. His feelings are mixed.

"I'm happy you're safe" she stood up and cleaned herself in the bathroom.

After cleaning himself, Delon made warm milk and made toast in the kitchen.

Zifana blinked her eyes, neutralizing her eyes. He's spreading a look. His memory was fixed at a moment ago, Zifana was shocked and woke up.

He looked at himself who had changed clothes.

"Sister Delon," he said. His heart was pounding, his memory was so torn into his mind.

"You're sober" Delon opened the door while looking happily at the beautiful woman.

As Zifana stood up, she stared at the man wearing the t-shirt and shorts with caution.

Delon walked over and placed the milk and bread on the nightstand. He looked at Zifana who looked scared.

"Eat, your body needs intake so as not to limp, after that you go back to sleep. I think you're very tired" said Delon, speaking softly.

Zifana fell silent and looked at Delon who laid her body on the bed and covered her body with a blanket. Zifana took a long breath.

"This isn't all you, is it, brother?" zifana asked with a trembling voice. His mind that initially thought that this was the act of Delon as if brushed aside with the appearance of the masked man. But he still wanted to make sure. And heard for yourself the answer from Delon.

Delon now got out of bed and looked at his wife furiously. How could he be accused of Zifana like that after he tried to find her way with a feeling of uneasiness?

Delon tried to be patient, he knew Zifana was still hit. Being rude would hurt her mentally. Delon took off his tee shirt and threw it in any direction.

Zifana widened her eyes, this was the first time seeing Delon undressing and only wearing underwear like that, very handsome. Zifana walked backwards. What would Delon do?

Delon pulled up Zifana's waist, looking up the pretty face to her. Zifana was surprised, but not afraid that she felt calm in the grip of Delon. The two looked at each other.

"Without those dirty hands, I can ask you. You are my wife, love it or not, your duty is to serve me" said Delon.

Degs...

Zifana's heart trembled violently, pain bursting down on her. But what Delon said was true.

Delon slowly kissed Zifana's lips gently. His hands crept perfectly, tightening the embrace on Zifana. He felt comfortable, feeling very happy to be able to hug his wife after a sense of uneasiness struck his heart.

Zifana did not rebel, even her body that had been aroused because the masked man was now comfortable with Delon's treatment. His feelings are mixed.

Delon who had just wanted to joke around to hurt himself, because his body temperature heated up wanting more because his life both woke up and responded perfectly.

Delon's hand pressed the big room light and replaced it with a small lamp. The two are still linked to each other. The atmosphere is so warm, will Delon end his fast after almost four years of not doing with Vely?

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