The Man Who Takes My Chastity
Become raspy

"What are we cooking, Wid?" nala asked Widuri who was busy removing the ingredients from the refrigerator.

This afternoon Widuri and Nala will cook for their lunch at Haris' house.

"I want to eat chicken opor" replied Widuri without looking at Nala.

"But why are all the ingredients out of the fridge?" ask Nala again.

Haris who was sitting on the dining table chair immediately turned towards Widuri. And sure enough, on the floor already piled up cooking ingredients.

"I'm looking for something to eat. But it turns out in this refrigerator it's only cooking ingredients." Although Widuri had lived in the house, but Widuri never touched the kitchen at all because her mother-in-law did not allow it, so Widuri did not understand the kitchen.

"Darling, the food is in the fridge next to it." Haris stood up from his seat, approaching a special refrigerator to store food and drinks."Want to eat what?."

"Either! what is there, the important thing can be eaten" Widuri closed the refrigerator in front of her and switched to the refrigerator next to her.

Haris gently swiped the tip of Widuri's head as her hand managed to open the refrigerator door in front of her, then took out a piece of cake and directly fed it to Widuri's mouth making the woman's mouth look full. Haris also commented on the smile of seeing Widuri looking at him with sharp eyes and the two cheeks of the woman seemed to expand.

"Totally my wife's rap."

Bukh!

"Awu" Haris immediately complained of pain as Widuri stepped on her feet.

"Sir Haris makes it hard to swallow." Widuri pursed her lips, cute. Successfully make Haris more and more open his smile to show his teeth neatly lined up.

"What do you want to eat?" tanya Haris turned her gaze into the contents of the refrigerator.

"Emm.." without answering Widuri took the Cake that Haris had fed just now into her mouth and brought it to the dinner table and enjoyed the cake there. Haris follows her and feeds Widuri to eat the cake.

Nala who saw him sighed, then returned the cooking ingredients that were piled on the floor into the refrigerator. It seems like her brother had forgotten that they were going to cook the chicken opor that the pregnant woman wanted.

“Kenyang" complains Widuri rubbed his stomach after finishing the cake he took from the refrigerator.

"Let's have a drink, let's go to the room."

"How is the cooking?." Nala exclaimed quickly because she did not want to stay alone cooking in the kitchen.

“Your sister should take a day off. The maid who will help you“ replied Haris, then lifted Widuri's body from the chair.

“Turunin, I don't want to be carried" Widuri thrashed to get off Haris's sling.

"Don't be ashamed Kak Wid" Goda Nala saw Widuri's face blushing because in Haris's car.

After making up earlier, somehow the pregnant woman became shy if treated romantically by Haris, what else in front of Nala.

"Why should you be ashamed, we are husband and wife." Haris kissed Widuri's lips while taking the woman out of the kitchen.

Bukh!

"There are people here, play nyosor nyosor aja." Widuri hit Haris in the chest and hid her face into the chest of the man's field.

Many maids and tares in the house, the man was nyosor aja, what else there was Nala who saw it, of course Widuri was embarrassed to make out in front of her sister.

“Not to worry, they must have turned a blind eye seeing us making out." Haris re-attached her chewy object to the sweet lips of Widuri while stepping towards the stairs of the house.

'Bad, I'm busy doing my piled up work. It turns out they are having fun here. And earlier wasn't Haris' leg sick, how could he carry Widuri?.'

Cici who had just entered the house, incubated while looking at Haris holding Widuri and kissing affectionately.

’I have to disturb them.'

Cici also stepped foot following Haris who had started to set foot on the stairs of the house. But Cici's steps came to a halt instantly as someone pulled his arm. Cici immediately turned her head towards the woman who dared to stop her steps.

“Don't bother them."

Cici silently watched Nala, then threw out Nala's hand that dared to hold her hand. But unfortunately, Cici did not manage to remove her hand from Nala's grasp.

"This is my home, no one can arrange me here. And you..."

"And from now on I am Kak Haris' personal assistant. And I also have the right to make any rules in this house. Even arranging the expenses in this house and also managing your finances, Lady Cicilia Calestra“ cut Nala and spoke with smiling lips towards Cici who was looking at her angrily.

Nala further tightened her grip on Cici's hand, successfully making Cici grimace in pain."Enough's enough! just get here you're trying to get rid of Kak Wid from Kak Haris' life. If not...." Nala paused for a moment the sentence." I could hurt you and your mother, too."

"How dare you threaten me?." Cici tried to pull his hand but to no avail.

"Why should I be afraid?" Nala smiled disdainfully."Prepare to be a scruff." After saying that, Nala took off her grip and returned to the kitchen to continue cooking the chicken opor of her brother's wishes.

'What does that mean?. Why do I have to be a bully?. It is precisely Widuri who will be a fool. And who's that woman? Why is he so free in this house?. Is he really Haris' personal assistant? Why didn't Haris tell me. Why is that woman defending Widuri? Do they have a relationship?.'

The question just popped into Cici's mind. For some reason this time Cici was very afraid of the threat of the new woman he knew.

'I have to see Haris. I don't want to let Haris side with Widuri. I should still be able to master Haris completely so that I can get rid of Widuri easily.'

Cici slammed down as she quickly stepped onto the stairs of the house to climb to the second floor. Arriving at the door of Widuri's room in the house, Cici closed her hand to turn the knob of the room door when she heard a strange sound from inside.

Slowly Cici's jaw hardened, imagining what was going on in the room.

"What are they doing inside?." That stupid question just slid through Cici's mouth."No, you belong to me only Haris. You can't do that with Widuri. I can satisfy you, why are you still doing it with other women" muttered Cici softly not feel her tears just flowing from the corner of her eyes.

Cici shook her head, did not accept the fact that she became a wife in honey.Cici also rewinded her steps from the door, not strong to hear the melodious voice of Widuri who kept shouting called Haris' name.

"I have to do something. Haris has to divorce Widuri." Cici ran into her room. Arriving in the room, Cici called someone.

In the next room. Haris looks so eager to spoil the woman under his cage. Although the sweat had wetted the bodies of the two, but it seemed like the man was still reluctant to end his game. Haris still wanted to continue enjoying the body of the potbellied woman. Very delicious, what else for the first time Widuri sincerely presented her body to Haris. There was no rejection at all from Widuri, and even Widuri seemed to enjoy her treatment so much, heard from the tone of the voice Widuri called her name, very melodious.

The struggle continued, until both of them felt helpless after finding the point of enjoyment. Haris rolled her body next to the breathless Widuri.

"Thank you dear. Thank you, thank you" said Haris very happy.

Tok tok!

"Sir Wid!, the chicken opor is already cooked!" exclaiming the voice of the woman from outside the room, none other than the owner of the voice was Nala.

"Yes! we'll be right down!" haris reply heard his breath hunting.

'What are they doing inside?' inner Nala, her mind began to be contaminated with the affairs of the bed.

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