Married Three Breeding Widow
Will Die Millions of Times
Abhimanyu had thought this was hell, but he never thought it would be this hot. Before marrying Sakura, Abhimanyu rarely came to her except occasionally. Abhimanyu played more with other women, especially Olivia.
But Abhimanyu always comes to Sakura to satisfy her 'dahaga' of Juwita.
Now it doesn't feel anymore. While the woman slept off the sexual activity that Abhimanyu said was very unsatisfactory and boring, Abhimanyu left. Smoking on the field where he often plays volleyball first and pull out his cell phone.
"Abimanyu, you know normal people sleep right in the middle of the mallem?" So said Olivia as she answered the video call Abhimanyu. "Besides lo why is my nelfon, huh? Urus bini lo."
"Can you come, please? I really need you." [Can you come here? I need.]
"What?!"
"C'mon, Olivia."
An hour and a half later Abhimanyu left the house, going to meet Olivia who stopped her car near the satay stall in front of the complex.
Abhimanyu got into his car, no need to kiss Olivia to vent his boredom and disgust.
"Oh, are you kidding me?" Olivia complains but does not encourage Abhimanyu to kiss her body. "Seriously, Abhimanyu, why would you marry me if you were still like this?!"
"When did I say I wanted to get married to change?" Abhimanyu kissed Olivia's lips as if there was no tomorrow for her. He didn't even kiss Sakura like this.
Olivia pushed Abhimanyu as the man's hand crept between her legs.
"Stop it, dude. Seriously you gotta stop it."
Abhimanyu frowned. "Stop for what? Lo likes it too."
"Stop venting to people as if they were the ones who had to take responsibility for whatever your problem, Bi."
Olivia frowned saturatedly. "Look, Abhimanyu. It's not about me liking me to be your affair or anything. It's about you like a bego, you know not."
Abhimanyu dropped his back on the back of the chair, laughing at Olivia's words. His hand reached into his pocket, taking out a cigarette so that it could at least be comforted by something that did not say much.
"Well, that is exactly what I mean. Every time you get angry, you put out a cigarette, keep ngisep as if the problem lo kelar."
"So you want to ask me to repent because I'm married? Is that?"
"Fvck it, Abhimanyu. Take what you want." Olivia ruffled her hair in frustration. "You like girls who don't like you, you fight him! Abisin when you mengemony chase him rather than venting to people who have nothing to do!"
"Keep why are you still here, call me? Why did you marry yesterday? That's called mengelampiasin."
"Jewith."
"Huh?"
Smoke billowed from Abhimanyu's mouth as he advanced, blowing the smoke into Olivia's lips. "Gue likes Juwita, nyokap my stepdad. Yeah, chase him like a monkey, is that it?"
Olivia's expression inevitably became empty.
"Why? Want to change your lecture so 'still many other girls to move on'. Stale, dog."
Olivia thinned her lips. Snatching Abhimanyu's cigarette in exchange for sucking it and doing the exact same thing as Abhimanyu, venting.
"Nyokap lo not the same lo lo lo lo SMA? Three children, sodara lo."
"Funny, huh?" Abhimanyu laughed with an impression that actually implied a wound. "How to do dapeti him? What do you think, Liv?"
"...." - ".Olivia inevitably wants to say of all women, why should Juwita?
But Olivia didn't say it because Abhimanyu would have been more cursing.
"This is crazy" muttered Olivia after a long silence.
"Crazy?" Abhimanyu. "People who don't mind have a light mouth are debacot."
He always had an angry face. He was upset at his own situation and for years had no idea what to do.
"Keep your stepdaughter know you like her?"
Abhimanyu did not reply, but instead stared at Olivia intensely. Her hands stretched out on Olivia's face, pulling her chin until their breath clashed.
"You know what?" whispered Abhimanyu. "No offer I can have him a minute before I die, I'm willing to die a million times."
Olivia had no reason to refuse Abhimanyu's kiss, either.
*