Chapter 4

"Mother" called Dhifa, who had just woken up from her sleep.

"Hey honey, why are you awake?" asked Hasna, who raised her child's body in her lap.

"I can't sleep, Mom. Why haven't you slept yet?" Dhifa said

"Mommy wants to wait for your papa to come home first." Hasna stroked her daughter's hair gently.

"I also want to accompany Mama; just wait for Papa." Dhifa smiled, facing her mother.

"Don't you just sleep tomorrow. You have to go to school." Hasna refused

"I don't want to," whined Dhifa.

"You'll be scolded by Papa later."

"Just let me want to accompany mommy."

"It's up to you," Dhifa said, getting up from her mother's lap and running towards her father after Reynand had just returned from his office carrying his briefcase and approached the two of them who were still not sleeping in the living room.

"Hey, why haven't you slept, honey?" Reynand asked who had approached his son by kissing his forehead.

"I'm not sleepy yet."

"Tomorrow you go to school, right?" Reynand said

"Yes sir, but I can't sleep," replied Dhifa.

"Go to your room and go to sleep, okay?" Reynand ordered by rubbing his son's head.

"I'm not sleepy. I'll sleep later, okay?"

"Sleep now! Don't make Papa angry. "

"Well, I'll sleep first, dad. Mom, I'll sleep first," Dhifa said as she kissed her father's cheek and asked her mother for permission.Hasan just nodded.

"Good night, dear." Reynand kissed his son's forehead and kissed both of his cheeks, and then Dhifa left the two of them to go to her room.

"You teach my son not to sleep at this hour, huh?" Reynand scolded Hasna because her son usually didn't sleep at this hour. He approached Hasna with a look full of hatred and dislike for her.

"I don't know if Dhifa hasn't slept at this hour," said Hasna.

"There are so many reasons for you," Reynand said, with a sharp look at him.

"It's true, but I'm not lying," replied Hasna with a slight back of her body until it stuck to the sofa.

"You dare to challenge me, huh?"Reynand snapped by strangling his neck mercilessly, making Hasna hurt.

"Mas sick sob sob." Hasna tried to release the giggles from her husband's hands.

You're such a crybaby, geez! You have to be taught a lesson first before you obey me. " Reynand pulled his wife's hand roughly and walked quickly. Don't forget to grip her hand tightly.

"Mas, please don't sob sob..." rebelled Hasna, who tried to release the grip of her husband's hand.

"Your place is more appropriate here." Reynand dropped his body onto the bathroom floor and turned on the shower water.

"Stop, I'm cold, Mas," Hasna begged, hugging herself while hugging her legs.

"I don't care if you're cold too." Reynand grabbed her scarf with a tight tug.

I remind you again, don't look for trouble with me. It's not how much you see later, I will make you suffer even more. Reynand flatly cupped Hasna's chin up.

I'm sorry, sob sob... I promise I won't do it again. Hasna kept begging him, but still he ignored her.

"I don't need your forgiveness." Reynand's emotions

"Ma's sick, I can't stand it anymore, sob... sob." Hasna can't stand her supernatural powers anymore. Her head is already dizzy, plus her husband treats her harshly.

I don't believe in you! I know how cunning your wits are. " Reynand continued to torture his wife by abusing her.

"I'm really cold. My head is also dizzy." Hasna held her head, which was so sore this morning. She was already cold and her husband was torturing her again.

"I will never trust you." Reynand just wanted to torture his wife more, but Hasna had just passed out in his arms.

"Wake up! Don't act like I know you're lying, right? " Reynand patted Hasna's cheek but there was no answer. He put his hand on Hasna's forehead. His forehead was so hot, maybe he had a fever.

Is it so hot? "Hey wake up. I'm sorry." Reynand kept patting his cheek but Hasna didn't wake up. He just picked her up and put her on the bed in her room.

"How's this? It's crazy when you have to change clothes, "Reynand was confused as to how Hasna's clothes were already wet due to her torturing her.

"There is no other way I have to change her clothes." Reynand walked to his suitcase to get Hasna's clothes.

How about the continuation? Can Reynand survive with the petite body of his beautiful and sexy wife? Is he going to pounce on his wife or just want to change his clothes? When I was happy, you treated me well, but why has it changed now? I thought you had forgotten it didn't

Hasna

Reynand replaced the clothes that Hasna was wearing. She slowly opened her hijab. Her hair was so soft and it looked like her hair was straight and the ropes of her hair were untied.

His body makes him seduce his natural clean white skin. His body also looks sexy. No man is not tempted by his body. Reynand wants to pounce on him but he has to endure it. He doesn't want to have children from this maid but he can't endure his lust. Hasna's face is very similar to nature's. His wife, if she doesn't wear a headscarf, smells the same as well.

Hasna's clothes have all been removed; there is nothing she is wearing. Reynand's face approaches Hasna's face, whose skin is so white her nose collides with her nose once in a while. She tastes her tiny lips, which are so tempting. In the end, she crossed the line for a long time. She remembered what she had done.

"Gosh, why can't I stand it? It's crazy when you have sex with him." Then he gets up again just remembering what he's done. It's crazy when you have sex with a woman who hates him so much.

"Can't this be really crazy? I can't hold it anymore." Reynand immediately climbed onto Hasna's body.

"I miss you, mai." Reynanad imagined being in love with nature. His wife is not Hasna. He treats her so rudely without any love. He does it while Hasna is still in a state of unconsciousness.

In the morning, Hasna woke up from her sleep to see her clothes that were scattered with Reynand's. Both of them were only covered with a blanket.

"Astaghfirullah, what am I doing hiks... hiks?" Hasna doesn't believe in everything. She always keeps her crown but instead gets taken by her husband. She doesn't want to, but her husband definitely treats her with lust not love.

"Why are you crying?" asked Reynand, who had woken up from his sleep. His body was sitting on the head of his bed, not caring about him.

"Sob... sob..." Hasna couldn't help but cry, lowering her head. She was afraid that Reynand would do it again.