The Dying Marriage
Hatred: 3

Amanda felt that Pram's movement was getting worse. When his right hand tried to tear down the defense, searched all sides of the body, and tore it apart. Pram's lips just broke through, causing Amanda to shed tears. A very hot kiss from the soft lips of Pram. Amanda's body is moved, trying to get out of Pram's grip. However, the movement made Pram more passionate.

“Pram, control yourself!” said Amanda when her shirt buttons were removed one by one.

“I want it now,” clear Pram while leaving red marks all over Amanda's body.

Tears were getting louder, Amanda's body was clearly visible. Clearly Amanda was disgusted with herself when she saw her own reflection in the eyes of the man who was losing his mind. The more Amanda looked at Pram, it felt like she wanted to scream and crash her body into the wall. It's just that, as a twenty-one-year-old woman is definitely inferior to men of Pram's age.

There is no sigh. Even Amanda does not feel the passion even though Pram has given touch in various areas. A rough touch. He only saw the white ceiling. Ah, how much luckier the ceiling of the room than he was. Amanda felt increasingly useless.

While down there, Pram began to move his tongue, seeking his own pleasure through a sensation. And somehow Amanda can feel it. What was clear, he only cried out in an instant when something had broken through and tore through his body. Just those seconds, after that he was nothing more than a puppet. Shut up and obey.

“You satisfied?” ask Amanda while squeezing the blanket.

“Quite satisfied.” Pram said as he got out of bed to go to the bathroom. Then holding Amanda made the owner shocked and stunned for a moment. “I just want to bathe you.”

Amanda silence.

The bathroom was cold and damp, Amanda could feel from her thin skin. Pram put it slowly in the bathtub while filling warm water. Amanda felt the volume of the water rise and the flowing water calmed her down a little.

“What is pain?” ask Pram.

Amanda turned her head, tilted her head slightly and then smiled obliquely. “Do you really care if I get sick or not?”

“Do you think I'm really a *******?”

“Did you ever act before me as a hero?" ask Amanda again, making Pram speechless.

Amanda rubbed her body violently, hoping the marks were gone. Pram. “Do you want your skin to be broken? That kiss scars will not disappear easily.”

Amanda's laughter exploded, her chest rumbled. “You want me to take good care of my body? Mr. Pram, which part can I take care of while I feel myself disabled. Sam's right, I shouldn't have fought you. Sam's right, how am I a naughty little boy who knows no boundaries. And Sam was right, too, if I'd regret it.”

“You. What are you thinking?”

“Steps are better if I die. I miss my mom and dad.” Amanda shuffled, inserting herself into a bathtub filled with water without taking a breath first. In Amanda's shadow, both her parents had reached out. The room is dark and has only one way street. Deaths.

Pram's eyes were puffed up, shocked when Amanda immediately acted that way. He gets angry, and picks up Amanda. “What basis did you do that, heh? I haven't agreed to you to die.”

Amanda opened her eyes for a moment. “Amanda's been dead since you took her away. He will not live again.”

“Basic stubbornness.”

In the morning when the sun started to show up, Amanda's phone rang. His eyes were still blurred by the rays, a little reluctant to move. Nmun, the phone is ringing again. Amanda immediately grabbed and picked up the phone. Unfortunately, before Amanda said, the person had already nagged.

“What is Amanda? You married didn't tell sister, huh? Have you lost your mind? Have you completely forgotten your brother? I know, I know, you hate me for not taking good care of you. But I'm financing you, right?” Amanda kept the phone away from her ear. Her brother never changed, always nagging at will.

“Kak, sorry, yes. Relax, this marriage is sudden. So I didn't get to tell you,” Amanda explained.

“You. Aaa, you completely forgot about me. You have the heart to let your sister know from online media. It was also told by my men. If you hadn't been caught, you would've secretly had honey and then you'd have called, met your brother when he had a baby, right?” chatty.

Nand creaking. “Where do I know how God created me. It's been lucky I was given life.”

Amanda patted her forehead. “Kak...”.

“Aish, stop. Where's your husband? I want to hear his voice is it as brave as I am? I know he's an old man. Uh, your brother's age. No problem, the important thing is that you're happy. Where is he? Did you guys spend the night together so tired? From your tone earlier, I'm sure you just woke up after hearing a call from me. Yes, ‘kan?”

Amanda silenced. It seemed that her brother had hoped that this marriage he heard brought happiness to his sister. Amanda's eyes glazed over, her voice getting lower. “Sorry,” said.

“Hey, hey, why are you apologizing? Alright, I'm not going to take this. You're crying, huh? Little boy, you're all grown up and married. It's not appropriate to act like this. Understand?”

“What brother won't give me a gift?” ask Amanda then get up from bed to make Pram wake up.

“Aih, I'll give you a gift, if I've heard my sister-in-law. Where is he?”

“Dia ... she's gone to the office,” Amanda said lying.

“Really?” ask Nand back.

Suddenly Amanda is shocked when Pram pulls his phone. “I'm here, Brother. How's it going? Forgive us for being disrespectful and for hiding all this.”

Amanda was silent when her body was on deck from behind. Although only using one hand, but it makes him a little calm. The conversation between the sister and sister-in-law that exciting it increasingly makes Amanda not calm. How many lies are there today? Amanda could only squeeze her own hands.

Pram gave me his phone. “Your brother is a good man.”

“I know it.” Amanda rushed to get her phone.

“Where to?” ask Pram.

“Mandi,” Reply Amanda briefly.

“You okay?” pram asked as Amanda chose to refuse to look.

“Do I look okay? Never mind Mr. Pram, actually we are not lovers or really married. All these relationships are fake.”

Pram pulls Amanda's hip, gets her in the arms once again. However, Amanda became more and more when she was about to take off her clothes. “What are you doing?” said Pram.

“Who knows you want to repeat last night, Mr. Pram.”

“Stop calling me sir. I'd rather you call my name directly,” said Pram.

“Why? Am I not your bed slave?

“Amanda!” said Pram exploded. “Good, if you say like that.”

And that morning, Amanda's soul was further and further away from the exciting life. Pram repeated the same thing again, but this time the touch grew wild and rough.