Chasing Love Husband Cold
The Rival

"If my friends come to visit, don't show face. I don't like it when you're seen by them." Alan gave an ultimatum when his two friends had just returned home. In spite of frowning, do not understand the orders of the husband but also do not dare to argue.

Alan clenched his hands. From now on he had held back furious, as Diego continued to try to get closer to Dilara. Who is not aware, while all the time the attention of Alan never separated from Dilara.

The man didn't think it out. How could Diego blatantly try to tease Dilara in front of his eyes. While Dilara, the woman who always looks friendly is actually insensitive. Stay away from Diego, and still do not understand when he gave a sharp look. Fucking boy!.

Alan's mood, which had improved, was now back badly. No more smiles on his face. The man's lips pursed, like a licking boy because he was not given something.

Dilara just sighed deeply. Confused about what to do, but as soon as he could make Alan a little laugh.

As the night begins to come and after the couple finish eating, Alan chooses to lock himself in the guest room. Don't be asked what the reason is, how to dress and how to walk Dilara, as if calling Alan to approach and touch it. Alan must have avoided that, besides currently being conscious, he was prestige unless Dilara wanted to follow him to the guest room.

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”You've brought me stock?”

Alan's question made Dilara almost jump in surprise. Dilara was cooking in the kitchen and Alan suddenly came over. It was such a rare occurrence that Dilara wondered. What more did that man ask you earlier, stock?.

"Y-yes, Honey. Wait a minute, I'm almost done making it."

Alan nodded small. He went back to the room, maybe the guy hadn't finished packing.

Dilara took a deep breath. The arrival of the husband had made his body tremble. Lucky the man quickly left, so he could freely prepare the provision of Alan without interference.

"Be careful, Honey. The spirit of work, do not forget to spend the provisions yes. I've made salmon soup for lunch."

Alan only nodded his head. Just as the man wanted to turn around, Dilara quickly pulled out Alan's palm. Shaking then kissing the back of the young man's hand was reverent.

The man was silent. No longer brushed off or pulled him as he often did first when Dilara forced to kiss his hands before and after work.

After Dilara let go of her hand, Alan withdrew. Entering the car and driving the iron horse to Wirdo Hutomo Hospital.

About what Dilara felt like to Alan, the woman could not explain. All forms of attention and seduction that women give every day, is it purely from the heart?.

I don't know. At first, it was all on Hary's orders. As an unloved wife, of course, she must be good at taking heart. Then about love, has she also loved Alan, her husband?.

All this time Dilara did not have a male friend let alone to have a girlfriend. The experience to attract the attention of the opposite sex was not at all he had. But during the reshuffle, not only the face and body shape, but also the personality. Hary is not half in making decisions. Including recruiting some experienced people to accompany Dilara during her upbringing.

In addition, who did not understand the cuisine of the rich, accompanied by a chef to be able to cook the menu, especially the cuisine that favored Alan. How to sit, talk, and walk was not spared from the observation. Hary quickly appointed a professional in his field to guide Dilara to look like a classy, elegant woman.

For matters of flirting, Hary certainly did not forget. The old man meets Dilara with one of the women who is one of his mistresses. At that moment Dilara shuddered in horror. Moreover, Hary's mistress had a very young age and only differed three years on it.

The woman named Meta demonstrated every detail of how to tease the man in front of Dilara. Sometimes the woman invites Hary directly to make out with her, right in front of Lara.

Dilara turned her face, when the scene actually showed a pair of different-aged humans kissing each other. Dilara feels nauseous. Willing to go but realized, if here his pride has been pawned with the happiness of his sisters.

If in the past Alan often ignored lunch or throw Dila-made provisions, but not the last few days. The moment of lunch for him is now precisely awaited when he can eat delicious food from Dilara cuisine.

After several operations were completed, Alan quickly entered the workspace and washed his hands.

Dilara said if the lunch menu this time is salmon soup which is one of his favorite dishes.

Alan looks impatient. He quickly put the box on the table and quickly opened it.

Heem.

The aroma of spices and the freshness of cooking out the sense of smell. The look is also very tempting to taste. Alan smiled as he came across a piece of paper with a picture of a man without a smile. Maybe Dilara is drawing it which is irritating smile. Unknowingly, the corners of Alan's lips were drawn to form a smile. Without thinking anymore, Alan immediately enjoyed eating because his stomach was already very hungry.

The wheel of life must spin, as well as hearts that sometimes deny. Saying no love, but who knows if over time the taste appears and increasingly passionate?.

Alan wiped the corners of his lips with a tissue after finishing lunch. It tidied up the supply place back before getting out of the workspace. He wants to see Leo. Their work space is quite far away, passing through corridors and some patient inpatient rooms.

Alan swung his pair of long legs with wide strides. While in the corridor turned, he almost wanted to collide with Diego who was also walking.

"Huh, you," fierce Alan while throwing face. For some reason, he had not liked Diego when the man blatantly approached Dilara.

"Uups, Mr. Alan. We almost collided." Diego replied in an annoying voice as usual. Diego does speak in a normal voice, but why does it always sound annoying in Alan's ears.

Not wanting to argue, Alan wanted to move forward, but Diego seemed to deliberately want to get in the way.

"Ops, Mr. Alan, why are our footsteps always the same. Or maybe our wife is the same person?."

"What do you mean!." Alan asked sharply. He pushed Diego's shoulder until the man staggered back. "Why are your footsteps the same as your wife's?." Who wouldn't be emotional if being nudged about Dilara. If it was, maybe he would just shut up, but not now.

Diego just chuckled.

"Well, Mr. Alan why are you angry. Don't you dislike your wife and scold her often?." Diego smiled slanted, back to tease Alan who had begun to ignite emotions. His chest was already up and down with both hands clenched tightly.

"Remember, my life and my wife are not public consumption. I do scold Dilara a lot but I also don't allow other men to discuss her life including yours!."

Diego just chuckled and flicked his shoulders.

"After this, if I still hear you talking about my wife, then don't expect you to be on duty at this hospital." Alan's leaving. Tired of looking at Diego's face, which he swallowed alive. It matters what he's with his nose. Moreover, the man always fishing by calling the name Dilara to be able to drop it.

Tbc.

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