My second husband Prince Jin
Chapters. 89 Being a Whole Wife

Asmi smiles happily when she realizes she has now become the wife of Prince Hasyeem and the future mother of her child. It was her dream to become the wife of a handsome Hasyeem prince.

The night was getting late, the wedding of Asmi and Prince Hasyeem was long over. All the invited guests were on their way home.

Asmi had just finished cleaning up when prince Hasyeem came to her. The handsome genie man embraced the body of the wife who is now more plump and filled.

"Darling, hmm how about tonight we sleep in my palace?" invite the prince to Asmi who is busy applying hand and body to the entire body.

The fragrant smell of Asmi's body really tempted her to immediately******** discharged The human wife.

"Hmm,.can. But wait, I'll ask Mas Ardi's permission!"

"Yes, let's go see Ardi!"

" hm, come! Asmi groped spoiled on the sturdy arm of the husband. The two of them came to Mas Ardi's room located next to Asmi's room.

"Mas, Hasyeem wants to take me to is... uh means to his house tonight" Asmi told her brother. Almost Asmi mentioned the palace earlier.

"Why not tonight, not tomorrow. It's so late anyway, deck!"

"But I feel sorry for my husband. He can't sleep and is restless!" asmi said later. Mas Ardi looked at Prince Hasyeem.

"Hasyeem, stay here for a day. Give us a day's worth of stuff to hang out with our brother." Hasyeem nodded in agreement to the words of his brother-in-law.

"All right, tomorrow we go to my house, baby. Tonight we will sleep in your house." Hasyeem said to his pouting wife.

His wife's promise is on. Understandably, this one pregnant woman can ask for forgiveness. Is this because it was her first pregnancy? hasyeem.

Eventually the two couples returned to their room.

"Hasyeem, carry!"

Prince Hasyeem lightly lifted Asmi's body in his carriage.

" hmm, what do the mothers of my children want?"

" I want.mmppptthhhhh" unfinished Asmi said her lips were locked by the hot kiss of the Prince. So that Asmi can no longer continue her words. Her body stiffened by her husband's friendly treatment.

Asmi was further overwhelmed by the enjoyment of Prince Hasyeem's game that catapulted him into the realm of nirvana through a jolt for the sake of the prince that really made him completely forget the world.

Prince Hasyeem groaned favorably as his seeds gushed out soaking the core of Asmi's femininity.

The two hugged each other with sweat that had flooded all over their bodies.

Prince Hasyeem kissed Asmi's forehead. " I love you, my wife!" he said softly to Asmi. After that he dropped his body next to Asmi.

Prince Hasyeem covered his wife with a blanket.

" Sleep if you're tired. Or are we going to continue our sweet 'game, my queen? "

" Aissch, Hasyeem! " asmi's face blushed in embarrassment. Not dry sweat on her body, her husband has asked again.

" I'll sleep, for a minute. I'm so tired. You are, really mean! " said Asmi while chuckling lightly.

" You're so excited! I want to run out of your body, baby! " replied Prince Hasyeem while hugging Asmi's body.

" Hmm, well my queen. Go to sleep now, I'll ask for my rights again later! "

Asmi nodded while closing her eyes. She soon fell asleep in the warm arms of her husband, Prince Hasyeem.

And it's true. Towards dawn, the two people are different nature back to do their sweating activities until the morning.

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We just leave Asmi who is happy because her dream has become real. Now we turn to look at Delia's situation.

If Asmi smiles happily because she is now the wife of Hasyeem babang who looks exorbitant. Delia is the opposite.

The beautiful woman is in danger now. When he was sound asleep yesterday, the man who owned the inn quietly put the anesthetic in the form of smoke that was inserted through the AC ventilation hole.

Delia who was still asleep was immediately unconscious because she inhaled the smoke. So easily the man then entered his room and carried Delia's body and led her to a hallway of the inn's basement.

Delia was taken to a room measuring only 4 m x 2.5 m in a state of unconsciousness. He laid Delia's body on a small bed.

The man then handcuffed and tied Delia's legs and left her alone for some time.

Meanwhile, in a different place, Yovan is like a madman looking for Delia to and fro. He had already contacted some people nearby Delia, but none of them had seen Delia.

They even felt compassion for Yovan, finding that man was still looking for his wife. They assume that the man has lost his sanity because he could not let go of Delia who died by suicide.

Yes, everyone thinks that Delia is dead by suicide. Because some of Delia's videos while jumping over the Balcony guardrail had gone viral.

Even when Yovan reported his missing wife to the police station, he again got a response telling him to go to the Physikiatrist because it was considered stress due to not being able to accept the loss of a wife.

Yovan became more confused and stressed. It was so broken and so messy. It's messy.all now it's messed up. Yovan was increasingly remorseful and beset with guilt for Delia, the Wife.

Where else would he look for Delia. He believed that yesterday that came was indeed Delia. He was convinced that Delia was still alive.

However, he also did not think, if it was true that the jump was Delia, it was impossible for him to live, because the distance between the fifth floor and the bottom of their apartment building was quite high. And after all, the ground floor of their apartment building was made of concrete castings.

So if Delia did jump down, it will be certain that her body will fall and crash to the ground floor and die instantly with a broken body - broken and a broken head.

Yovan shuddered in horror at the sight of Delia's blood-soaked body lying on the ground floor of the apartment.

Who came to him a few days ago? is it just an illusion because of guilt in the wife.

But, it all felt real to Yovan. That feeling was even still evident in his memory when Yovan kissed Delia's lips or when she hugged Delia's rebellious body for not being touched by her.

He also even remembered clearly, every word that came out of Delia's mouth.

"heaven, Delia! where are you? Don't punish me like this! Delia... forgive me!! Delia! Delia... forgive me! " the wail is desperate.

While crying over Delia's departure, Yovan suddenly remembers something. He opened the phone and opened an app.

He tracked Asmi's mobile number because Asmi remembered carrying her mobile phone and car . Yovan's forehead wrinkled. He found the point where his wife was at an inn on the edge of town.

" hmm, so it's true. I'm not dreaming. Delia is still alive. And the quarrel that happened a few nights ago was real" he thought.

" Can!! I'll find you, Delia!" he said smiling happily.

Yovan hurries to the spot where she last finds the location where her wife is hiding.

While Delia who was sealed in the basement began to wake up. He looked around.

" Akhh, my head hurts so much!" Delia held her throbbing head - a pulse, a pain.

" Where am I? " delia's head shimmered observing the room she was in.

As he remembered the last time he was in his room, was busy playing his phone.

But this is not the room where Delia was last, he thought.

This room is just a small room measuring only 4 x 2.5 meters.

There were some cabinets that seemed to contain second-hand items, a sofa chair that was worn out and in the corner there was a small bathroom. A small pistol was slung over the sofa.

" You're awake at last!" a heavy voice shocked Delia.

Delia turned her head and found a man about thirty-five years old and pale white with a thin face standing in the doorway while looking at Delia with a straight and sharp look. The gaze of her bluish-green eyes seemed to pounce on Delia right then and there.

" Who are you? this...... This is where I am?!!!" hystericality. The more hysterical he became when he realized his hands were handcuffed and his legs were tied.

Delia rebelled trying to break away. But all his efforts were in vain.

The man then walked over to Delia. Delia inched backwards and stuck at the end of the bed rest.

" Don't come near or I'll scream!" delia's Ancam.

" Hahaha, shout as you please. No one will hear you!" he said with a grin.

His hands have moved through every curve in Delia's body, from the face to the tip of the foot.

Delia rebelled while crying.

" Don't touch me! don't touch! hicc.hik..hik! "

" Hmm, what the beautiful woman!" wiry guman.

His hand touched Delia's lips that were wet with tears, rubbed them gently, then kissed them rough. Not to forget also his guerrilla hands to and fro touch Delia's body.

Delia rebelled with all her might to dodge and break away. But what he felt was that his hand hurt and bled from the friction of the handcuffs.

"hmm, I like Asian women. They have an amazing attraction.!! "

Something from behind his trousers slowly began to harden. Making the man then climb into bed and overlay Delia's body.

Delia could only resign herself while closing her eyes in fear and disgust as her body touched every part of her body.

Although the man did not enter it but he was very shocked at the indecent treatment and abuse of him by the man. Delia cried hysterically hoping that the man would stop his madness.

"Plakk! plaques!" two slaps the man gave her. A sense of heat and pain running through Delia's cheeks. Delia was getting hysterical crying.

The man stopped doing his activities because he felt disturbed by Delia's cries. He picked up the small gun that had been lying on the sofa.

Dor's! Dor's! Dor's!

"ahhhh!!!! " delia screamed with all her might when she heard the gunshot from the gun that was aimed right beside her.

Three bullet holes were lodged in the wall of the room right next to Delia.

" the next it is may be will trough in to your head if you still screaming, baby!" he said it was cold and flat.

Delia took a deep breath - deep. His body felt weak and trembling.

The man intends to repeat his activities, but..

" Drttt!! Drrtt!" the alarm in the corner of the room was on.

" ****!.. ok. Take a rest, baby. I will back later." The man then left to go outside the room. Leaving behind Delia who was still frightened and trembling.

The man who owned the inn is now in the reception room.

a man stands at the reception desk. The owner of the inn smiled greeting the man

" Hi, Welcome to our stay. What can I do for you? " sanyanya.

" yeah, I need any information about this woman. She is my wife. And she is had been checking in this stay few days ago" the man said, showing a photo of Delia. Well, the man was Yovan who was asking the owner of the inn where Delia was on the roof.

The man's face looked surprised. A moment later, however, he smiled again.

" Sorry, I can't help you. She is already checking out this morning. You late, bro!"

The innkeeper grinned inwardly. Fortunately, this morning, he hid Delia's car in the garage. That woman's trail will be hard to track.

Yovan again checked Delia's whereabouts through her cell phone. Sure enough, the little thing told him that Delia was still there.

" No, maybe you wrong. My GPS tell me that my wife is still here.!" said.

The man was silent. 'Wait, just a moment!" The man went inside and soon came back out while holding a small flat rectangular object.

" maybe you mean this? she was sold these one to me to pay her bill" she explained to Yovan.

Yeah, it's Delia's cell phone. The man said that Delia sold the thing to him to pay the room bill.

Delia was not traced through the account, because she did not use her money in the account, but sold her cell phone, Yovan thought.

Yovan did not know, if the innkeeper had lied. He did all that to make Yovan believe that his wife had already left the inn.

Yovan finally left empty-handed. He was unable to find Delia's whereabouts. The traces of his wife were as if they were lost just to arrive at this inn.

" Delia, where else should I look for you? " yovan said as he opened the door of his car. Soon Yovan had already slid away leaving the place with a triumphant grin on the innkeeper's face.