All Chapters of The Pervert Desire: Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

"Are you okay?" shouted Aaron as he entered my unit, I had time to turn around to make sure it was Aaron who came before I went back to struggling with the sink until I ended up squatting while holding on to the edge."Not at all," I said before throwing up again. This was bad. "I think the milk I drank is spoiled. It smells sickening."Aaron was seen picking up the milk carton on the table, drinking the contents straight from the opening. He said, "It's still good, far from the expiration date." And there was no problem with him.I'm done. The nausea was still there, but there was nothing else to spit out. Even moving was losing steam.Aaron thrusts a tissue in front of me as we sit together on the edge of the bed, I really need to wipe off either tears, sweat, or the rest of the face wash water. It was so excruciating that I just wanted to lie down all day."Need me to buy you something?" asked Aaron who was already beside me, his heavy breathing sounding close.If only he hadn't ad

"Please, Grandpa .... I have obeyed Grandpa to move here. I..."It was useless for me to plead, Grandpa sounded like he was imposing his will by turning off the phone call just now. Of course, I could only sigh, then accept the decision as usual.Ah, it's only fitting that Papa chose to run away from Grandpa's horrible family. Oh, don't forget the suicide of Papa's sister whose funeral I happened to attend. I don't really remember, maybe it was the first time I noticed Maureen who was still a baby.Remembering that made me realize the vast age gap between us. Maureen's father Uncle Abra could have reported me the first time we were caught in the act. Maureen did it, I was the victim, but the public wouldn't believe a grown man raping a teenage girl.I turned to one of Maureen's neighborhood guard contacts. Even that went nowhere, with no information. Grandpa really made me lose contact with that woman again.If I hadn't remembered that my three children were playing in front of me, I

Angga really came. I thought I'd end up frustrated for the past week. Where was he using a long nagging because of the tranquilizers I was taking."It's not good for fetal development, Reen ...."I don't know what other advice will come out of his mouth. From a to z, it's all about fetal health."Why talk about a fetus that we won't take care of later?" I reply every time our conversation ends in an argument.Like this morning, I threw a bowl of hot cream soup on the floor because he refused to eat. I hated the way he reprimanded me, but when he held me to sit at the table while he cleaned up the shards... it was sweet."If pregnant women get angry, the baby will get cranky," Angga said."I won't take care of the baby!" Of course, we had already decided this when Angga arrived.We weren't married, the pregnancy was temporary, and the baby would be handed over to social services.Then Angga would let out a long sigh and get busy doing whatever he could do at that moment. It was the sam

"Hi, Maureen!"I accidentally bumped into Aaron at a shopping center. That version of Zac Effron's friend still looked as masculine as the last time we met before winter break started.Maybe it's the neighborhood effect, I used to think that same-sex lovers tend to wave. Aaron wasn't at all.If we were side by side as long as he pretended to accompany me to pick out my home furnishings, other people would think he was my partner. Aaron actually prefers men who are able to stab.Oh, I wouldn't want to introduce Angga to him. That's dangerous.Angga was the kind of guy who couldn't be bothered to shop for so long that I had to push the trolley by myself, well before I met Aaron. He was quite helpful until I was ready to exit the building full of shops."Are you sure you don't want to buy something?" I offered a treat as thanks, but Aaron apparently had an appointment at the food court on the ground floor. He didn't even question my pregnancy, which should be obvious even though I was on

I felt the need to go home after making sure Isma was okay. My front shirt was slightly stained with blood from carrying the small child that the officers had missed to the ambulance. My hunch was right about the possibility of a major accident.Yes, Isma was suddenly a suspect because her car went out of control and made several vehicles try to avoid each other. She herself was still conscious because the protection of her expensive vehicle could protect her, a little bruised maybe."The brakes aren't working, Raka!" Isma told me after trying to convince the police who interrogated her in the emergency room. "They don't believe me! I'm not a murderer!"I couldn't believe her after repeated lies in the past either, let alone the test results that showed Isma had driven after drinking alcohol. Even if the car's brakes are still good, it's still dangerous to drive at high speed.The problem was, Maureen hadn't returned my messages since I left the traffic jam. She hasn't picked up the p