_What kind of making love is this??_ Hendra complained in his heart. Not because of physical pain, but more like the complaint of a man who fell in love for the first time and was neglected. He could bear it if he was beaten or ganged up until he lost consciousness. For him, that was easier to deal with than the excruciating pain because of this woman.

"Are you sure you're going to continue like this?". Gradually, his patience approached its limit. The woman just looked away and didn't want to look anymore. He tried to reach her head and tightly gripped her hair.

Unfortunately, when that sad face was presented in front of Mahendra, her eyes were closed and resigned. Hendra stopped his rude behavior. His wife had had enough bad behavior from him and this woman had filled his life a lot.

That grip turned into a hug. A hug in the cold water against the warm bodies.

"Huh". There was the sound of a man exhaling. In the embrace between desire and a broken heart, he still offered a few kisses of affection. Hendra gave his girl kisses on the loose hair that dangled.

"Are you going to stick with your stance?". He asked after stroking her hair and found Aruna's sad face turning to him.

The woman refused to answer. She just nodded.

"Okay.. Alright.. Let's just take a bath first. I'll take off your dress, okay?". Hendra helped her. But Aruna kept the dress that only wrapped around her lower body.

"Are you feeling enough? If so, I'll take a shower myself". Aruna's words indicated that she would get up and intend to leave him. There was a shower room not far from there.

"Not yet!". Mahendra said firmly. A tinge of disappointment was clearly seen. She insisted she wanted to leave. It triggered something in the chest of the man who was starting to lose his temper.

_How can she be like this? It's very torturous.. I can torture her too_ The predator showed his power. He groped in all directions mercilessly until the girl was no longer holding on to the edge of the bathtub. She started biting her own lips.

Hendra didn't give her pause to breathe and bit her everywhere as if he was preying on his prey.

"Heenn… E.. Enough…". She groaned.

"Heennn…". She screamed as this man started to get greedy for something his teeth had scratched the day before.

The throbbing made her unable to hold on anymore. She pulled and grabbed the hair of the predator that didn't give her any pause.

"Whimper..". He challenged his cold woman.

"Stop!". She no longer grabbed. She started hitting the back of the man who was still chasing after her empty colostrum in turn.

"You hurt me.. Please let me go..". That scream mingled with the roar of sighs and tears.

Not only to his woman, that man also lost control of himself.

"I want you. You're my wife right!!". He said it while washing the saliva that was smeared on Aruna's breasts. She stood up and ran away as fast as she could and was caught by him.

That girl got caught and went back into the bathtub. She hadn't had time to find he balance yet. He got crazier. Her hands were held tightly so she couldn't fight back.

Every time this tiny mouth began to protest, Hendra sucked it. That girl couldn't do anything to fight back except her tears.

"Stop crying, Aruna! Why don't you just enjoy what I give you!". Hendra snapped.

"Because… Hah.. Huh..". She swallowed her anxiety, then said: "Do what you want. Just continue as long as you don't cross the line". This girl was still trying to survive even though her moans had gone crazier.

"What kind of man do you think I am, Aruna!!". He no longer snapped at her. Hendra glared and showed his burning anger.

"You're my wife. Honestly, I don't have the heart to do this at all."

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[Flashback. Chapter 25. Whom I Choose]

*Knock knock knock* Knocks on the door broke some of the tension.

Andos sneaked in and informed that Lesmana, Aruna's father, had arrived. Wiryo put the two photos back. He asked his secretary to bring in the son and daughter who were waiting outside.

"Remember. It's your last chance". His grandfather's words drained Hendra's heart and mind.

That girl walked with her father. Tiny and little scared. She must've heard many stories about the Wenceslas family.

[30 minutes earlier]

A father arrived earlier than his daughter. He intended to accompany the youngest daughter whom he could embrace again without having to hand her over to his former master's family, the Wenceslas family who had unlimited power.

Lesmana, the former aide stood, staring at the room he used to work. His smile broke out along with the future son-in-law's Bentley black car which he was finally able to avoid. He hadn't had time to see that car parked.

His ex-lady of the house called out with a hoarse voice and an unexpected expression. She rarely showed her emotions: "Lesmana, can I have a minute?".

"Yes, miss". He answered without being able to refuse. Lesmana and Gayatri entered a closed room. When the former aide entered the room, unexpectedly, the lady immediately locked it. Without a word, the honorable lady, Gayatri Wenceslas, knelt down to the man who used to be only an aide. Lesmana gasped.

"What are you doing??". Lesmana's voice rose as he was surprised.

"Allow my son to have your daughter". The hopeful face she presented was contrary to the flat expression that was present on her face at all times.

"Sorry if I'm presumptuous. I have no other way but to beg you so that my son can be recovered". Gayatri refused to stand up even though the shocked face didn't want to be faced with an extreme request (on her knees).

"Stand up, Miss. We can talk nicely without kneeling". Lesmana asked her to come to her senses. The lady who used to be so precious in every inch of her, even the strands of her hair that fell didn't go unnoticed. The only daughter, the favorite child of the Wenceslas Group president. Wenceslas's only heir before the disaster came, voices saying she wouldn't be worthy. She was forced to hide in the USA, separated from her world, and studied in a major she had absolutely no interest in.

"I have no other way, Lesmana, but to kneel until you give up your daughter for my son". She didn't move an inch. She further cornered her former aid.

"Why do you have to do this? What recovery? Why my daughter?". Lesmana objected.

"Just like you're not willing to let go of your daughter and want to protect her. Likewise, a mother who destroyed her son hopes for his son to get a cure. When the medicine she's been looking for for so many years finally comes to her, I'll do whatever it takes to make up for it". Gayatri was a woman who intensely visited Diana's clinic. She was a regular patient, at least once a month she had to come for a consultation. This woman hadn't been able to find her personality that used to be friendly, agile, and warm. For this reason, she continued to receive treatment from a psychiatrist who was still willing to accompany her. At the same time, Gayatri received information on her son's psychological development.