Married A Man M*esum (Fear Husband Wife)
Rampaging
..."God, would I be guilty of killing my own husband?" ~Aldara....
"Why? Is something wrong?" Dara asked as she looked at the strange faces of all of them, let alone looking at those who were gawking. Is there something wrong with his appearance?
"How many rounds last night?" damar chirps involuntarily, thus making Dara surprised.
"H—hah?" Dara became her own misdeed. It's nothing, but last night they didn't do anything. Do her parents know that she and Nathan are just sleeping?
Apparently Dara misinterpreted her papa question.
"How many rounds last night? Is Nathan so vicious?" kekeh Damar's. Damar could not imagine what kind of game the newlyweds got to his daughter's neck had many marks, whereas he used to be married did not make that much mark.
"What the hell! So Kepo!" ketus Dara is now increasingly wrong behavior. I don't know why he was embarrassed.
"At least you cover the sign, baby. You're not ashamed of people?" ask Vania who was goosebumps over the hot night of the newlyweds.
"Huh? What is Mah covered?" Dara frowned, very confused by the intention of the woman who had now become her in-laws.
"That's ...." Vania became embarrassed herself, she just gave a hand gesture to her neck, hoping Dara understood her intentions.
"That's ... what?" Dara certainly increasingly did not understand the intention of her in-laws. Why not just go straight to the point!
"That's ...."
"Kiss mark!" Before Vania continued her speech, the newly arrived Daffa interrupted her speech, causing Vira and Damar to glare. Ah, that son is indeed no innocence at all.
Unlike them, Dara is certainly increasingly confused. "Kiss mark?" dara Beo.
"Start!" Vira immediately unpacked her small bag, then took out a flat object, the mirror. Luckily, he always carried a mirror everywhere.
"Now! You see your own neck." Vira handed the mirror over with a slight embarrassment. I don't know, why is he even embarrassed? It should be his daughter.
Although feeling confused, Dara still took the flat object, then began to lift it in front of the neck.
Dara's eyes glared at the red to purple-purple mark that was very much on her neck.
'Ta—what is this sign? Can't be a mosquito bite?'
Dara tried to remember. Damnit damnit! He doesn't even remember anything. That's how he fell asleep, like a dead man!
'Nathan .... It deserves to be chopped!' Dara screamed out frustration in her heart.
"Nathan where, Dek?" ask Dara in a low voice.
"No idea. He went outside for a moment" replied Daffa as he was.
Dara was intending to go look for her husband, but just as she stepped up, Nathan's voice first sounded so that he paused himself, then turned around with an ordinary face, but the woman's usual gaze was able to make Nathan shiver, until he unconsciously continued to gulp his saliva violently.
"I—ini, I bought a hoodie for you," Nathan said with a little stammering.
Dara smiled very sweetly, but that smile made Nathan even more afraid.
"Thank you Nathan the best." Dara received the hoodie by speaking very softly. But instead of baper, Nathan was made more goosebumps. Sure was! Considering that is not his wife's true nature.
'Die me! Usually if the girl talks sweet gini, then we can be sure tomorrow our heads are off.'
"Sa—sama-sama." Nathan replied with a little stammering. What about a husband who is afraid of his wife? Is it not reverse?
Vira, Vania, Damar, and Ardian chuckle at the newlyweds' cuteness. It seems they did not wrongly match the two humans.
"Eat him if you play don't be violent, Than!" sindir Damar to his son-in-law.
"Regular, Pah. His stamina is still strong, understandably still young," said Nathan who suddenly made Damar snort annoyed, could-can his daughter-in-law insinuating subtly like that.
"Jaudah eat. You must have been really tired last night," said Vira. Everything at the dinner table is getting more and more intense just tempting the newlyweds.
'Just wait for Than. I'll make sure you become a hot chicken later!'
They all ate together, in a quiet state, no one spoke, because they did not have the right topic to talk about.
"Infywak bwangwet!" said Dara with a mouth full of rice.
"Remember, Dar! Your body is getting better, you know. Don't you eat this table?" natham whispered right next to Dara's telingga.
"Our business is not finished!" sahut Dara after the food has been swallowed.
'Remember that liar girl, who is not loyal anymore!'
"When is honeymoon?" vira asked suddenly, making Dara glare, while Nathan smiled broadly.
"Sorry, Mah. But Dara's busy." Dara tried to subtly refuse.
"You take it easy, baby. The company will hold Papah for a while, so you can go have fun" Damar said gently.
Dara looked at her husband, hoping that he would defend her this time so that there would be no such thing as a honeymoon.
"Wani piro?" nathan asked whispering.
Exasperated Dara immediately stomped on her husband's feet, causing Nathan to bully.
Nathan looked at his wife, but Dara only gave her a cold look.
"Ma—maaf, Pah, Mah. But Nathan has a lot of work that can't be left behind. Anyway 'didnya durennnya not have to go to Spain all? After all it feels the same, playing in a neighboring place is the same as it feels," said Nathan who is increasingly not connected.
They all chuckled at Nathan's very bar-bar speech.
"Yaudah, Mamah can't force it if it's like that" said Vira gently.
"Yaudah, you're ready to make the move. We say goodbye first, because there is a task that must be done, each of which must be done immediately" said Vania who had been silent since.
"Okay, Mah, Pah. Be careful on the road, yeah!"
Looking at her parents and in-laws who had left, Dara immediately stared intently at Nathan. Even his eyes almost came out.
Nathan himself is only able to grimace indistinctly, then raised his two fingers a sign of wanting to make peace.
"Dar, what is it?" Nathan pointed to Dara's back which only made the woman face behind.
'UNCAPABLE!'
Dara found nothing behind her. He turned to look at Nathan. But the man was out of place, and he could see clearly that Nathan was running around.
"FUCKING NATHAN!" dara shouted blaringly.
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