Stuck With Your Love
Nurul Adiyanti · Ongoing · 92.2k Words
Introduction
"Ah... slow down, please... it hurts... but it's good," Hana continues to sigh in between their heated activities.
"Too deep, ahhh... it hurts..." Hana's sighs keep coming out of her mouth.
"Right, babyhhh. This is so delicious, soon to arrive," said the burly man. Then the man kissed her full and tempting lips.
After the divorce, Hana in a drunken state was unknowingly fucked by a man who turned out to be a Basketball Superstar who was just as drunk. They didn't realize they were doing it until Hana was pregnant and gave birth.
Chapter 1
In a house so grand, there were two people who were arguing violently.
"How could you betray me, Ronald?" Hana's voice shook with a mix of disbelief and anger, her furrowed brow a testament to the sting of her husband's deceit.
"Betrayal? You abandoned our marriage for your career, Hana. Your neglect justified my actions," Ronald retorted, his own anger matching hers.
"Since when does neglect excuse infidelity?" Hana challenged, unwilling to accept such a twisted justification.
"It's been five years without children, Hana. Clearly, the issue lies with you," Ronald snapped, his words cutting deep.
"Look in the mirror, Ronald. Your mistress can't solve your problems," Hana shot back, her voice laced with bitter understanding.
"Even if she can't, she has my heart in a way you no longer do, Hana," Ronald said coldly, his words final.
"We'll settle this in court. I want a divorce," Hana declared, her voice steady despite the turmoil within.
"Fine. I'm done living with a woman who's nothing to me. Leave my house," Ronald demanded, tossing Hana's belongings at her feet.
Hana collected her things, the pain of his betrayal etched in her heart, and she swore that one day she would make Ronald's comeback deserved.
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In court, Hana and Ronald officially separated, which left Hana devastated. The household she had built with Ronald for five years had fallen apart. Only memories with Ronald in their big house, which now officially belongs to Ronald. But Hana didn't mind that. Even though she had lost her home, the important thing was that she still had plenty of money. She now lives in an apartment close to the office where she works. On the way home, Ronald and his girlfriend Jennifer stopped in front of Hana.
"Enjoy your solitude, Hana. Sorry, I can no longer maintain that toxic household," Ronald taunted. Hana could only remain silent, although in her heart she really wanted to say aphorisms.
"Yeah, it's okay, Ronald," she said softly.
"A girl who can't have children, whoever she marries, will never be able to have children, won't she dear?" said Jennifer.
"Ronald, please tell your new boyfriend to watch his mouth. Don't get too cocky just yet, maybe one day God will give you the same thing as me. Excuse me." After saying that, Hana walked quickly to her car park. Jennifer, who was already angry, wanted to hit Hana, but Ronald prevented her.
"It's okay for her to say that, let me go, I'll get back at you, honey!"
"Never mind, let it go. Just think of her as a crazy woman."
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Meanwhile, in the red car, Hana drove with tears streaming down her cheeks.
"I didn't expect my marriage to be over with just one letter. Maybe it's true, my problem is that I can't get pregnant."
DUK!
Hana hit the steering wheel as she swore.
"You useless girl! Stupid! Stupid! Stupid!" Hana continued to blame herself after her divorce from Ronald.
"I can't go on like this. I have to be strong, and prove that I can find a man who is sincere and can get pregnant." Still shedding tears, Hana occasionally wiped them from her cheeks and drove the car quite fast.
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1 month has passed, every time she comes home from work, Hana is always at the bar at the crossroads near the 'Flores' salon. Hana took another sip of high-alcohol wine in a fairly large glass. Even though it only contained half a glass, the wine had managed to make Hana's head seem to float. She began to babble incoherently. Pouring out all the emotions that were in her mind.
"Ronald... you have the heart..." she whimpered. Suddenly, the tears came again. Even though it had been 1 month, it was still difficult for Hana to forget Ronald who had already hurt her deepest heart.
"I still love you, Ronald. Why did you cheat on me with that ugly girl?" even though no one would answer, Hana continued to babble. She rested her head on her right arm which was on the bar table.
"Are you happy with that girl right now? Maybe you're having fun at the hotel or even at your house that used to be my house." Hana lowered her head even more, until her hair came all the way forward to cover her face. Suddenly she raised her head and staggered.
"I also need a hotel to sleep in, there's no way I'm going back to my apartment, it's too far. I could go to jail too if I drive drunk like this."
Hana walked while holding her head. Walking towards the hotel at the bar. Arriving at the lobby, she hands over her ID, then gets the key to the room. Hana stood at a room door to make sure whether the number on the key was correct or not.
"Room 3.06, is this right?" Hana's eyes were already starting to drift off, feeling like falling asleep as soon as she reached the bed.
"Looks like it is." Just as she was about to install the lock, someone suddenly opened the door from the inside. Making Hana's body waver into the arms of the man with the strapping body until they both fell together.
"Akh..." both complained.
"Who are you? I don't recognize you." Hana sharpens her vision although it remains blurry due to the effects of alcohol.
"Did you forget, honey? This is the night we planned before. Isn't this what you wanted during the city courtship, hmm? You forgot about it?" The man cupped both of Hana's cheeks in an unconscious state as well because he was already heavily drunk.
Then the man carried Hana bridal style and laid the girl on the bed with the white sheets and blankets. Both of them did not realize that they did not know each other and were both under the influence of alcohol. All they knew was that they were on a comfortable bed and began to close their eyes. But not for the burly man who was now on top of Hana's body. Hana tried to push the burly body on top of her, but what the hell, her strength was no match for the man on top of her.
"You're so beautiful. Let's have some fun, baby." The man immediately stripped off Hana's thigh-length dress. And vice versa. Their game soon begins with the man's hips moving rhythmically, becoming irregular and very fast.
"Ah... slow down, please... it hurts... but it's good," Hana continues to sigh in between their heated activities.
"Too deep, ahhh... it hurts..." Hana's sighs keep coming out of her mouth.
"Right, babyhhh. This is so delicious, soon to arrive," said the burly man. Then the man kissed her full and tempting lips.
"AKHH!" They shouted at the same time, as thick white liquid poured into Hana's hole.
The man immediately pulled out his own and fell asleep on Hana's right with his body still naked and a white blanket warming them both. Delving into each other's subconscious.
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