Was it wrong of me to love you?
Dhafi Tudingan

Aurelia, a wife who was only legal on paper, but never considered as a wife as she should, turns out tonight could make Dhafi so very emotional seeing his house there is no legitimate wife, he said, because all this time Aurelia never went from home, except to the stall was it, to go further could be said never. However, if you say emotions almost every day, but this time very different, his pride as a husband felt stepped on by Aurelia. Why should I be angry! You never think of Aurelia as a wife, but as a maid who takes care of your home.

Around 8 pm Aurelia arrived at her house with her online ojek, she sighs to see Dhafi's car is parked neatly, this is the second day for Aurelia to see her husband's car is under 9 pm. However, the young woman smiled wryly remembering that at home there was the idol of her husband, it was appropriate to go home quickly.

“Assalammualaikum,” Aurelia said when she opened her door.

“WHERE WERE YOU FROM?” hardik Dhafi has installed his body apparently in the doorway. It turns out that when the sound of an online motorcycle motorcycle stopped in front of his house, Dhafi who happened to be waiting for his wife's return even though he did not confess to Faiza, peeked out from behind the window.

The handsome face of the man had already painted his haphazardness that had been Aurelia's daily food, perhaps if the previous days he would have been very afraid to see the demon's face, then, for now Aurelia learns not to be afraid of her abusive husband.

If in the past he would bow his head in fear, now he looked up and ventured to return his gaze.

“You go wherever I go do not Mas not care,” Aurelia replied with her flat gaze.

The two men's hands clenched tightly after seeing a very different attitude.

“ANSWER MY INQUIRY FROM WHERE YOU ARE, UNTIL THE NEXT HOUR JUST COME HOME!” shouts Dhafi, his neck veins look stiff.

“Work! I'm going to work! Because Mas doesn't support me anymore!” aurelia answered with her floor.

The more reddened Dhafi's face heard it, while Aurelia stepped her feet past her husband.

“Oh great you said work .. surely you sell yourself out there, right!” tuding Dhafi with his breath started to go up and down.

Aurelia who had just stepped on her feet, again looked up and stared at her husband's fierce face, her heart began to rumble in such a way.

“LET YOU SELL YOURSELF OUT THERE! YOU WORK LIKE THAT ... BASIC LADY JALAANG!” hardik Dhafi without thinking anymore, if his words are very hurtful Aurelia.

THE PLAQUE!

Enough already Aurelia's heart is slashed almost every day by the man she loves and always expect her love to be avenged. The woman's netra began to glaze over, her hand that had floated to Dhafi's cheek with the rest of her strength, pulled slowly, the man momentarily rubbed his cheek.

“Thank you for the accusation. Yes I sold out there, SATISFIED MAS! IF I WERE A STAR!” challenge Aurelia, then she steps back past Dhafi, but what happens ...

The man blocked Aurelia's wrist, then dragged her body towards Aurelia's room.

“MAS RELEASE ... PLEASE!” yelled Aurelia, again the woman's cry made her body float because it had been lifted by one of Dhafi's hands.

Faiza who happened to be in the upper room did not really hear the commotion that occurred on the lower floor.

“AAKH!” aurelia shouted trying to free herself from Dhafi's hands.

BUGH!

The tiny body of the woman was thrown into the bed, but as quickly as lightning the woman rose from the bed, and immediately came out of the room before Dhafi locked her room, without much thought the woman headed for the kitchen and looked for sharp objects, and it turned out that Dhafi was also chasing after her.

“Mas wants to torture me again! Then I'll kill you first!” aurelia threatened, although her heart could not do it, she also did not want to live in prison.

The man was forced to stop his footsteps, and his clenched hand hit the wall until his hand was injured to vent his emotions that had been at the end of the crown.

In a tense moment in the kitchen, Faiza came downstairs and looked for Dhafi.

“Mas Dhafi, dear,” call Faiza by sound.

Hearing his name being called, the man grabbed his hair with a disappointed sigh. “For this time you are safe but our business is not finished, Aurelia,” Dhafi said.

The woman only tilted the corner of her lips after seeing the change in her husband's facial expression, it could be seen if this violent matter was not to be seen by Faiza.

“Loh Mas turned out to be in the kitchen,” Faiza said as she looked at Dhafi and Aurelia who were still holding a knife, then she immediately grabbed Dhafi's arm and embraced with her mesra.

Meanwhile, Netra Aurelia was wide at the sight of her cousin's thin and translucent skimpy clothes.

“Oh turns out someone has come home, why do you hold a knife? Want to cook?” faiza asked sarcastically.

Aurelia hissed as she stared at her husband's cynicism. “Yes I wanted to cut meat, but I guess I'm not interested anymore!” aurelia replied as she slammed the knife into the sink, then patted her hands together as if she had thrown away the dirt.

The young woman stepped out her legs and glanced sharply at Faiza's figure from the bottom up. “It turns out my husband ordered a mesh in this house, even though I just finished selling out there, why use someone else's message. Not so Mas Dhafi, I'm a net out there! But I also have no interest in serving my own husband,” Aurelia said slowly but with great emphasis, then deliberately nudged Faiza on the shoulder as she passed them both. Dhafi's heart had started to heat up again, but unfortunately he could not overflow because there was Faiza.

“Hey, watch your mouth! I am not a netaang ya! I am a lady of honor!” faiza replied by raising her voice.

“The real world will never confess! Just look at his style is indeed worthy of being said to be jalaang!” chirps Aurelia. Faiza growled and wanted to grab her cousin's hair, but the woman turned her face and stared intently at him.

He returned his footsteps and took the knife he had placed. “Be careful if only later there will be a rat into the room!” aurelia muttered with her devilish smile, while showing the knife towards Dhafi and Faiza.

Yes, the next step has the tools to protect herself from her husband's rampage. Aurelia rushed into the room and hurriedly locked the door of her room, then patted her chest repeatedly, her mind already negatively looking at Faiza's seductive appearance, their relationship must have been more than a lover thought Aurelia, again tears fell down her cheeks.

 Dhafi who was still not satisfied got an answer from Aurelia and a heated heart could only stare at the door of the woman's room, while Faiza had placed both her hands over Dhafi's neck, and his lips began to kiss the man's sturdy jaw.

“Mas to yuk room, Aurel has also entered,” invite Faiza with her voice made sexy.

Dhafi flirted, his net still pointing towards the door of the woman's room, wanting to feel like he broke down the door if there was no Faiza in his house.

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Late at night, Aurelia woke up in the middle of the night because she used to pray at night, with her slow footsteps coming out of the room to the bathroom. However, for some reason her netra glanced at the stairs, and her heart was like someone was asking to go upstairs.

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Sorry, today was a bit slow up, I was not feeling well. Create a story of Deandra and Aidan please be understood if you do not have time up 🙏.Thank you