Chasing Love Husband Cold
The Unexpected Meeting

"It looks like our car hit another driver, madam."

"What!." Dilara gulps. He's starting to get scared. Beyond the glass, people began to swarm on the scene.

"Mrs don't have to worry, let me get out." The driver opened the car door slowly. Although struck by fear, but as an experienced driver, of course he was able to protect the employer. Standby and install the body especially what happened because of his mistake.

Although asked to be calm but in this situation Dilara where might be calm. He looked through the glass, figuring out what was really going on. To contact Alan was not brave. He was afraid that Alan would get angry and take it out on their driver.

Dilara saw that his personal driver had an argument with several men, including the driver of the car whose personal driver had been hit. No, the woman got out of the car.

"Mrs, why are you out?." A desperate look was clearly drawn on the face of the private driver. He was quite sorry for the attitude of the Madam who did not obey his orders.

"I-I, ha-just ..."

"O.. So you're the owner of the car that's been nudging my car body?."

Suddenly the loud voice of a man forcefully slashed Dilara's words. He was the owner of the car that accidentally hit the driver Dilara from behind.

The driver was silent, while Dilara was stumbling. The woman did hear a loud noise that may have occurred due to a loud collision of two bodies of the car colliding.

Dilara still did not look at the interlocutor but was fixed on the body of his car and the other owner who was equally shuffled.

"I'm sorry" Dilara said at the end. "I'll recoup all your losses, and repair costs. I was-be, you?." Dilara gasped, her body jolted when she could see her interlocutor clearly.

"Well, Mrs Alan Wirdo Hutomo. It's great to see you again even in this situation." Opponents talk Dilara chuckles. The owner of the car, who fought with Dilara's car apparently Doctor Diego.

"You Doctor .., um Doctor.." Dilara was like remembering the name of the Doctor who was a friend of her husband but Dilara was unsuccessful.

The man in front of him laughed.

"I'm Diego, Madam." The tall man asked some of the people who were crowding to disperse. The surrounding streets returned smoothly after a few incidents that led to long traffic jams.

"Uncle looks like we need a tow truck for .."

"Oh, no need, ma'am. My car just scratched a little so it can still be used." Diego patted the body of his etched luxury car. "Only the body of the car, not what else the engine. So it can still be used." Diego smiled, and his gaze could not be separated from Dilara.

Alan's wife was uncomfortable. His personal driver did too. Before his employer came out, the driver of the car had a chance to ride the apoplexy but now, why did the man become this friendly?.

"Therefore, I will compensate for the loss. We'll get your car to the nearest exasperation." Dilara gives advice, he wants to take responsibility so that the problem does not become long.

"Oh no need, after all I was wrong for stopping the car engine suddenly, until the car driven by your driver did not have time to step on the brake."

Hah, Dilara and the driver gaped at Diego's explanation. Really, then what's the point of the fuss?.

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Dilara stared tastefully at the piece of cake and the glass of capucino she ordered a moment ago. Rejecting compensation but Diego invites Dilara to drink coffee in exchange. What the fuck?. The woman wanted to refuse but was powerless considering that the dentist was also a close friend of Alan.

"Mrs, you haven't touched your food. Do I need a bribe?.”

Dilara gasped after hearing Diego's bold remarks, especially to a married woman like her.

"O, thanks. I can do it myself.” Dilara gulped down the cappucino, and ate the cake afterwards.

”Pelan-pelan, Mistress. You could choke on it." Diego suddenly pulled a piece of tissue, then was about to wipe the remaining brown jam melts on the corners of Dilara's lips. But the woman avoided it first.

"Sorry, Sir. I can do it myself" Dilara refused. He rubbed Diego's hands and sheets of tissue floating in the air. The woman pulled a tissue and then rubbed her own lips.

Repeatedly Dilara sighed deeply. He's not comfortable. His personal driver was banned from joining but he gave orders to inform Alan of his meeting with Diego.

The man also reasoned not to go to work because he had just visited his family in another hospital. The man told me many things even though Dilara responded in her perfunctory manner. Diego also blatantly praised Dilara's looks and personality.

The woman also stumbled. Cih, know his personality from where they are not close to each other. Reaching out to Diego only a few times it was met accidentally when he wanted to deliver lunch to Alan.

Feeling that the conversation Diego has penetrated everywhere, Dilara check the time via mobile phone. Hah, it's getting late, and Alan might be on his way home.

"Em, I'm sorry Mr. Diego I don't think I can accompany you to talk any longer. It's getting late, and usually in hours like this my husband is getting ready to go home from the hospital."

"O, your husband who doesn't treat you well is that?." Diego smiled and threw away his face. While Dilara, clenching her lower lip to release anger. Dilara is not willing if Alan is cornered by others.

"I'm sorry, I have to go home." Dilara immediately moved.

"I hope next time we can meet again, Mrs A L A N." At the end of the sentence Diego had a laugh. Either as a farewell or as a mockery. Dilara did not care, he turned around and walked away. Leaving the smiling Diego happy when he finds one of Dilara's belongings left behind.

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When entering the main gate of the residence, Dilara closed his eyes as soon as he knew the iron horse owned by the husband had been stored in the garage. Alan's gone home, and he's not home.

"I hope uncle can keep a secret."

"Okay, Madam."

"For car damage, take it easy. I'll call someone and the body of the car will be smooth again tomorrow." Dilara didn't lie. All he did was to make Alan unsuspecting. Even though the man could not take care of the car, but if in the vehicle there was him, there was no way the man would just shut up.

"Okay, Madam."

He got out after the driver opened the car door. The woman concentrated her breath. Put on a cheerful face, and tidied up her flawless appearance. All for Alan.

"Madam, sir is waiting for you in the study," the maid reported as soon as the door of the main house had just opened.

"Yes, Thank you, Auntie."

Sure enough, when his feet stepped on the floor of the living room, Alan was already sitting on one of the sofas with his legs crossed. The man did nothing, just sat quietly with his back against the head of the sofa.

"Honey," Dilara ran over. Sitting on Alan's lap then gave a kiss on the lips and cheeks of her husband.

"Where are you from," asked Alan coldly. Despite getting a kiss, the man did not want to retaliate.

"I'm sorry, I visited the sisters without telling you." Dilara put on Iba's face. Though he knows, speaking or not also has no effect. Alan cares about himself.

"Why not tell me," asked Alan who made Dilara stop the kiss. The woman began to fear. Fear jikan Alan wrath. "If you say, we can visit your sister together" continued Alan who made Dilara flabbergasted.

"Together...?." Dilara doesn't believe her husband's words. He stared fixedly at the husband's face, and successfully made the handsome man smile.

"Why look at me like that?." Alan, who was originally passive, began to wrap his hands on the waist of the wife who was sitting on her lap.

When the woman did not give an answer, Alan was even anxious and kissed both cheeks and then Dilara's lips.

"I told you, don't look at me like that."

"Aww..." Dilara screamed as Alan bit her lip.

The man chuckled. Back to kiss the cheek of the wife who looks increasingly anxious.

Tbc.