Forced to Marry Om Om Handsome
4. New Acquaintances

I'm upset not playing, that Om Om husband, he forced me to enroll in college. I want to go back to my cottage and continue my dream of becoming a hafizah.

I followed wherever he took me today.

"Wait for me, I'll pay first to the administration!" I just nodded, lazily arguing with him. My sympathy for my husband is gone. I was upset and I was angry. I actually wanted to run, but I was worried about my parents. I don't know what agreement was made between the Emperor, my husband and my parents. If I had a chance, I would go to my parents and ask them about it.

"Sorry, where's the administration?" suddenly someone rebuked me, I who was currently daydreaming with the man's question. I raised my head.

"Sorry, I'm new here too, maybe you can ask them, it looks like they're students here!" I said lazily, then lowered my head.

"You're a new kid too? I'm the same. Please introduce, my name is King. What's your name?" asked the man, extending his hand to me.

"She's my wife! You don't have to spread the charm with her!" I was surprised to find my husband with a fierce face present among us.

The young man named King then turned to look at my husband coming. She smiles.

"He's the wife of the Emperor? Hello, I am the nephew of Emperor! It's good to see you!" he said and sat down next to me.

"I'm Delia! You went to college here too?" I asked, ignoring my husband who is currently glaring at me. I shake hands with the King.

"Let go of my wife's hand, King! You brash nephew! Dare you tease your own aunt!" hardik my husband while pulling me from beside the King, then hugging myself possessively

"Basic Om ugly! It's just getting angry! Come on, king, I'll accompany you to the administration. Looks like the direction is there. I saw this Om walking there!" I said as I took the King's hand and left before the Emperor.

"Om Om ugly? How dare you say that?" my husband's been shaking his waist with reddened eyes. I don't care about his anger. I casually went with the King. The king seemed confused by the two of us, who seemed to not get along.

"Auntie, are you fighting my Om?" ask the King with his charms.

"Don't call me Auntie! I'm not that old! Call me Delia!" I said with a smile towards the King. Suddenly my body floated. When I opened my eyes, it turned out that my husband had been carrying me like a sack of rice.

"Eh, are you crazy? Unhand me!" I hit my husband on the back but he didn't care at all, he kept walking towards our car and put me in the front seat.

I was so embarrassed, almost all my eyes were staring at me. I tried to get out of the car, but my husband, who was already in the steering wheel, had locked the door automatically.

"Based on the husband Om ugly! Unlock it!" My hardik was irritated while glaring.

He immediately grabbed my neck and kissed my lips ferociously. I, who was shocked by his sudden action, beat his head to let go of my lips. Out of annoyance, I finally bit his tongue that was breaking my mouth. He grimaced with pain, blood dripping from his mouth, but I didn't care.

"You are a wild wife! I seem to have to be extra patient to educate you to be my good wife!" he said with glaring eyes, fresh blood still flowing from his lips.

I see the King is still watching us, ah shit!  why is this car glass not dark? The king must have seen his Om kissing me ferociously.

"You are indeed a wild woman, later to the house, I will definitely punish you harshly! Just wait!" my husband started the engine of his car and then returned to our house.

Hearing him say he was going to punish me, my heart grew wry. I remember last night how he punished me by playing so rough and not letting go of me until almost dawn. I shudder in horror.

"Don't fuck you! I can report to the police for your evil deeds to me!" I said with a trembling voice.

"You can try it if you want! Let me take you there! At most you're gonna be ridiculed for reporting something unimportant!" said my husband with his sneaky grin.

"You must remember! Your husband is an Emperor, in Jakarta there are not many people who can touch me! Understand that!" answer with jumawa. I'm pissed off.

"Ckckck, so bad guys are proud!" I said while throwing my face away. Our car has entered our home. My heart is getting worse, given my husband's threat.

'If there's a chance to come out later, I have to buy the contraceptive pill, I wouldn't want to get pregnant with this child!' bathinku.

'Ah, I have an idea! I'll pay a doctor to say I'm a barren woman, so this brash man will divorce me right away! Wasn't his wife before he divorced because of barrenness?' I smiled happily at the brilliant idea that was present in my watered-down head. 'You are great, Delia!' praise me to myself. Suddenly I heard my husband telling me to get out of the car.

"Quick out! Why are you smiling all the time, huh? Did you deliberately make me angry, so that I would punish you again, like yesterday? What a naughty wife! Apparently you're enjoying the punishment I'm giving ya?" said without pause. Makes me feel nauseous.

"In your dreams! Basic Om Om ugly stinks of dirt!" I was upset while running into the house.

My husband came after me and carried me like he was on campus. 'Duh, Om Om likes my sling like this. What do you think I'm a sack of rice?' My soul is in my heart.

I kept thrashing and beating her back, unwilling to give up on the circumstances. When we got to our room, he threw my body into the bed and stabbed me under his cage. I've been shaking.

"Don't fuck around!" I shouted with bulging eyes, but he did not rub everything. 'Ease me!' bathinku.

His misty eyes had already horrified me disco. He seemed to be very angry with my actions earlier, I was still trying to get myself off of him, but instead made him even more eager to touch my body.

"You'll get karma someday! You venereal villain!" my isak in tears.

There is no more humiliating feeling. When we are treated like prostitutes by our husbands. My respect for my husband has been lost, ever since I learned that the marriage I had was a fake marriage, just to give an heir to my husband.

I didn't mind giving my husband a child, only when he said he didn't love me, and just wanted my child. His words hurt my pride.

After he was done with his crazy passion, I went straight from our room without a word. I'll just sleep in the guest room. Last night I saw, next to our room there was still a pretty good room in my opinion. I'll just sleep there, starting tonight.