The Temptation of the Desire of the Stepchild
CHAPTER 1: PREGNANCY
A piece of paper bearing the clinic logo slipped off and fell onto the white marble floor. Nita Athalia leaned over and carried the paper to the front of her chest and began to read carefully. His knees were trembling and his body was suddenly cold.
"Congratulations to your pregnancy, Nita. Sergey must be happy with your pregnancy." Lana, the friend, commented on the smile. He stood up from his work chair and crouched down in front of Nita whose face was getting pale.
"Devil." Nita shook her head, with a nano-changing gaze.
"What's the catastrophe?" Lana gets up confused and Nita grabs the orange Hermes bag and leaves.
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The shadow of the facial features of who the man who had raped**, cannot be remembered. Nita was stunned because someone had been standing in front of her. "My husband?"
"Dreaming? My call was not answered." Sergey clamped Nita's chin gently. The woman immediately got up from the sofa and smiled very sweetly.
"Thank God, I'm finally home!"
“Yes, please prepare the bath water.” Sergey passed by Nita, headed for the room with Nita following. He refuses to go near Nita.
The hot water faucet is turned on, and it pours out in the bathtub. Nita dripped the therapeutic scent liquid, then glanced towards the door at her grizzled husband. Although five-headed, but do not ask the charm of masculinity of a Sergey who is able to defeat the youth of the age of Nita.
“Mah, my eldest son will come tomorrow.” Sergey loosened the tie. Clearly the gaze of those golden eyes sparkled as if so unnerved.
“Putra?” Nita then nodded in a sign of understanding. He just remembered Sergey once told his affection for the firstborn .
“Rama Abimasa, 2 years above you. I hope you don't mind, huh? ”
“It's her home too and I'm glad to be able to welcome her.” Nita smiled sincerely. Accidentally his finger was stung by hot water, he suddenly lit a cold water faucet and washed the burning finger.
“Be careful, Mah. Your little wound, my loss.” Sergey entered the bathroom.
“Sorry, Mom. I was not accidentally.” He hurriedly got up to pour the toothpaste onto the brush that had been moistened, then gave it to Sergey who had taken off the shirt. Nita is glued to a beautiful muscular back, but not excessively. “Sorry, can Mas next time not open it in front of me?”
“You're my wife, what are you afraid of?” Sergey grinned, his hand pulling the toothbrush from his tiny hand by deliberately touching Nita's hand longer. “I want to eat pasta, Honey.”
Nita nodded awkwardly, hoping that the bathtub would fill up soon. The crackling sound of jeans sagging, making Nita quickly turn off the water faucet. She came out agitated and heard her husband's mischievous laughter.
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The sound of spoons and forks clanking in the dining room, Sergey and Nita were immersed in their respective thoughts. Just as Nita was about to spoon the paste, her stomach suddenly felt uncomfortable. Nita shut her mouth, all the contents in her stomach will come out.
Sergey furrowed his brows as Nita hurriedly pushed the chair and ran towards the sink. Sergey slammed the fork and spoon for losing his appetite. When viewed from the contents of the plate that is still intact, the wife did not touch the paste at all.
Sergey hurriedly returned to the room. He searched Rama's important documents in the room. Wanted here and there, but not found . A loud noise emerged from Nita's Hermes bag that was nudged. If Nita found out, she had dropped the orange bag, his wife would have been furious.
The man pulled the bag from the floor. An envelope with a clinic logo, left on the floor, was grabbed. He's scraping paper. Is Nita sick ?
"Pregnant?" Sergey felt the skin on his head detached when he saw a name in the top corner, on the side of the paper. Nita Athalia, 24 years old. “Nita!”
Nita's voice was heard louder, a sign that the wife was near the room. Nita appeared from behind the door and the face was instantly pale as she looked towards her hand. Sergey squeezed the paper from the blood test, threw a paper ball and hit Nita's face ashen.
“Say you cheated on me?” Sergey gritted his teeth and was ready to blow his anger. “This is a welcome for your husband, who just came home after a month?”
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In other states, Rama's body was flooded with sweat. Bed linen was irregular, pillows and bolsters splattered on the floor. Rama immediately went to the bathroom to clean himself and returned in a state of fragrant soap. Rama glanced at the woman who was still helpless and full of fluid life.
“Where are you going. Promise you tonight to stay?” Veronica is still lying on her stomach with her innocent body. He noticed Rama wearing pants that had just been taken off the floor.
“I can miss the plane.” He wears a shirt, then gets caught in a short-sleeved shirt without being dyed. He landed his pan**tat on the edge of the bed to wear a white sneaker.
“Gulf .... “
“I'm late, my ticket can be forfeited.” Rama grinned. “If I get crossed off the family card, then you won't be able to shop anymore either. Sorry Beibh!” Rama put his cell phone and phone in a Gucci bag. He did not have time to dry the hair that was still dripping water.
“How long have you been in Indonesia, then when to return to Australia?”
“One month, maybe,” said Rama when going to close the door. She had already come out, but turned again to douse in the air, from a distance at her lover and Veronica smiled very sweetly.
Damn, I've never been late like this to the airport, it's because of the temptation from Veronica. This afternoon Shit like his goddamn stepmother.***** which one wants to marry a 24-year-old man.
You want to drain my papa's treasure? Don't dream you won't be able to do it. I swear I'll get you out of the papah house, by itself. When there is no good way. I'll use dirty.
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Rama went straight to the club to his father's place of business. He hugged my father on the stairs to the VIP room. Without awkward, Rama immediately joined papa's colleagues. Until he's so influential, then get out of the room.
“Later, yes, Beibh! I need fresh air.” Rama rubbed the backs of the women who would not let go. Were it not for drunkenness, he would have kicked the night-working women, who dared to touch him. Thanks to the help of the bar guards, he managed to break free from the touch and caress of their mischievous hands.
Rama was sitting on a concrete chair near the entrance that no one else had, in the backyard and gazing at the beauty of the back garden. Not far from him, a woman who had just got out of the car, did not realize that the cloth had been stuck on the car door. As the woman continued walking, the girl fell and the girl's skirt was torn.
Rama immediately laughed amusedly at the behavior of the girl who was holding a cloth behind her thigh, while continuing to grumble. Rama whistled seductively from a distance. “Beauty, same Brother, yuk!”
Rama leaned against the wall, sucked in the early, bitter, sweet nicotine smoke, the smoke burned his lungs and the puff of smoke was exhaled into the air in a charming way. Blue eyes glanced at the woman greedily.
The shape of the woman's beautiful thighs from the back side that is not hidden. The long shirt the woman wore, which still could not hide the shape of the chest. Rama who had just lost his virginity yesterday, immediately swallowed the saliva violently because he remembered Veronica.
“You're wrong costume, sweet girl.” Rama throws away the cigarette with the origin, then follows the girl who is dressed modestly.
The woman's stomach was pulled towards Rama, the woman's back was banged against the wall and Rama leaned towards the face of the ayu highlighted by dim lights. The fierce gaze of the golden eyes was increasingly tempting, his part. He sniffed the smell of cherry blossoms in the niche of the girl's neck and then Rama laughed with strong resistance, making his soul increasingly challenged. “Hahahaha.”
Nita pursed her lips, so upset and scared, she had involuntarily slapped her alcohol-scented cheek. The old man was no match for him. The heavy hand checks on both hands on the wall were very painful. “Detach, I will make a calculation with you!”
“Detach? Hahaha ...”.