Suddently A Favorite Wife

Kalula's eyes slowly blinked, adjusting to the light that entered her eyes. She held her head, which was still throbbing. Her entire body ached, especially in her private areas, which felt both sore and painful.

The girl scanned her surroundings and suddenly realized that she was in a rather spacious room with a white ambiance.

"Where am I?" Kalula whispered. As she tried to get up from the bed, she noticed that she was not wearing a single piece of clothing. Her mind became increasingly confused.

Not long after, a voice came from the direction of the bathroom door. Kalula immediately turned and hurriedly covered her body with the blanket when she saw an adult man wearing a bathrobe with a blank expression staring straight ahead. The man had a strong jaw, a sharp nose, and thick eyebrows. Surely any woman would be captivated, but not Kalula; the girl was very angry.

"W-who are you?" Kalula stammered, her face showing anger as she desperately wanted to curse at the man standing not far from the bed.

Kalula gripped the blanket covering her tightly. However, her back slid back against the headboard as the man started walking toward her with his sharp gaze. She truly felt afraid of the look in front of her.

There was no answer. The man leaned closer to Kalula, their faces now very close as he placed his hands on either side of her head.

"Don't you remember what happened last night, hmm?!"

The man spoke in a very soft tone, but it sent chills down Kalula's spine. After saying that, he moved away from her.

"What really happened last night?" the girl whispered.

After a few minutes of trying to recall, Kalula finally began to remember the events of the previous night. Nimas‒ her best friend, had invited her to a club, but there she found her boyfriend, Mario, making out with Kiara, her half-sister. She ended up drinking a lot of alcohol until she was drunk.

"It's all their fault! If they hadn't betrayed me, none of this would have ever happened."

Kalula's eyes heated up, her vision began to blur. Her chest felt tight. Her head bowed, and her shoulders started to shake. The betrayal from her closest ones, which she had never expected, coupled with the purity she had maintained all this time, was now snatched away by a man she did not even know.

She couldn't imagine what her family would think if they knew what she had done, especially her father, who hated her so much.

Kalula cried uncontrollably, even though none of it would help her get out of her predicament. At the same time, she heard the man's voice again in her ears, "You'd better get dressed quickly, there's no point in crying here because it's all already happened."

The girl looked up at the man with very wet eyes. There was no regret or guilt on his face at all.

"I have to go because I have many matters to attend to. If you still want to cry here‒ it's up to you." The man, now dressed neatly in his black shirt, strode away, leaving Kalula alone.

"Wait! Don't go!" Kalula felt indignant, how could the man take what he had done so lightly? But it was all in vain, the man had already disappeared behind the door.

Kalula cried again. Her phone had been ringing repeatedly. She knew very well who had been calling her, it was probably Nimas‒ her best friend, who would be asking where she was since she had disappeared last night.

The girl quickly wiped her tears and took a deep breath before answering the phone call from Nimas.

"Kalula! Are you okay? Did something happen to you?" As soon as the girl picked up her phone, Nimas immediately bombarded her with questions, and she instinctively moved the phone away from her ear.

"Hello... why are you silent? Answer, Kal." She said again.

Kalula took a deep breath again, "I'm fine... you don't have to worry like that." The girl replied.

"How can I not worry? You said you were just going to the toilet for a moment but didn't come back." Nimas said, "But you're home now, right?" she asked again.

"I-I'm home." Kalula lied because if she told her the truth about where she was now, her friend would ask even more questions, and she would get confused trying to answer them.

"Okay, then I'll hang up now. See you later at the cafe." The girl quickly ended the call.

Kalula got up from the bed, stumbling as she picked up her clothes that were scattered everywhere. Her intimate areas felt very sore and painful when she used them to walk. Kalula quickly put her clothes back on.

The girl left the room in a hurry. Ignoring her pain, she had to get home now before her father got angry.

Just as she arrived at the front door of her house, she found her parents standing with angry glares from Teo Atmaja and Astid‒ her biological father and stepmother.

"Where have you been, huh?!" yelled the middle-aged man, "Do you dare to wander around?" he continued.

Kalula remained silent and did not answer. Suddenly her stepmother walked closer to her, "What is that on your neck, huh?!" the woman snapped, pointing her finger at Kalula's neck.

"What do you mean, Astrid?" Teo replied, now standing very close in front of her.

"Look, Dad. Your daughter has red marks on her neck, who knows what she has been up to." Astrid said.

Teo tried to prove it for himself, and indeed it was true‒ there were many red marks on Kalula's neck, which were undoubtedly caused by the man who had taken her purity last night.