Chasing Love Husband Cold
Cold Wedding

A gust of wind fluttered the window curtain in a room belonging to a man. A golden beam that slipped in from the open crack, making the figure of the man still lying on the bed, blink. His pair of eyes felt heavy to open but his subconscious encouraged him to wake up as soon as possible.

"Morning, honey."

The female voice that greeted the listener's senses made both of the man's eyelids open wide. His gaze was fixed on the figure of a woman dressed quite openly who was now half lying on the same bed with him. The woman who put on a seductive smile made the man immediately throw away his face.

"Syll." The man named Alan threw away his gaze, not looking at the woman who actually had his wife status since last night.

Dizzy, Alan felt his head heavy. As much as possible he got up and moved away from the woman's sight

"Honey, where are you going?." The woman named Lara asked. He got up and walked closer to his husband. Synthetic women intend to help but not to mention their skin touched, Alan has given a warning.

"Go away, stay away from me!." Hardik Alan, he would not if his skin was touched by Lara, his own wife.

"But honey, your body is limp, you can fall if you're forced to walk." There was a look of worry drawn on the face of ayu Lara.

"What do you care, let me fall or die though. I'm happy, because by dying I'll be free from this damned marriage!." Trained Alan distance himself. He entered the bathroom and closed the door.

Lara sighed deeply then smiled faintly. His gaze was now fixed on a mirror, where the reflections of his entire body were visible. Her beautiful long hair was left unraveled, falling over her shoulders to her waist. His body, which was only wrapped in thin black lingerie, formed the perfect curves of his upper body up to the groin. Lara smiled wryly, her appearance was more like a bitch, but her own husband was willing to touch her.

"No problem, it's only day two." Raising her chin, Lara smiled obliquely before entering the clothing room to change clothes. Not wanting to lose to the circumstances, Dilara never gave up until he gave up losing.

In Agnesia, there is nothing interesting about her life story. Being present and entering the life of Alan was not up to his wishes. He was only 18 years old, unlike Alan who entered the age of 35 years. Their marriage took place through the intervention of Hary Wirdo Hutomo, who was none other than Alan's grandfather. Alan who works as a surgeon since childhood is indeed nurtured and raised by the Grandpa. His life story is nothing interesting, there is only disappointment in it. After being abandoned by his father due to the betrayal of his mother and betrayed by his own lover, Alan became a closed figure. His life was for work, and there was no purpose in life other than work.

Hary Wirdo Hutomo who never succeeded in making the grandson give up his single life, did recklessly. Make important decisions without asking the grandchildren for approval.

"Follow Grandpa's request or you want to see Grandpa slowly die." Hary's threat makes Alan can't resist. He cursed himself and said the oath of absorbency when he saw his future wife sitting next to him. Still a kid and Alan's getting crazy. A girl who in fact far from Alan's expectations to be a wife. Dilara's caste and social status, Alan had no interest at all in knowing.

"Syll." Maki Alan again and again. Although it has been soaking in cold water but the heat on the body is not lost. He wanted to stay in the bathroom for a long time. In addition to soaking he also wants to avoid Lara who is already like a creepy demon for him. His presence makes Alan fed up, let alone having to sleep on the same bed. That man won't be.

"I can't stay in this place." The rising mentor made Alan inevitably move, ending his bathing ritual to immediately go to the hospital where he worked.

The sturdy man pulled the robe to cover part of the body. He just didn't want to go out later and his wife found him without clothes.

Steadying his heart, Alan tried to open the door as slowly as possible. He looks around. Lonely, there's no one. Don't want to waste time the man went quickly to the place of clothes and quickly prepared.

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"Honey, I made you a special breakfast. Eat it, you'll get hooked after you taste it." Dilara's soft, dainty voice immediately greeted Alan's listener's senses as soon as he reached the dinner table, and for whatever it was Alan was not interested or tempted but wanted to be nauseous even if he only heard the voice of his wife.

The second position is now sitting facing each other but Alan quickly threw away his gaze. Lazy to meet women who this morning looks seductive with turmeric-colored mini dres and expose clearly the dense and tight chest. Alan hates that. Dilara is very much like a cheap woman.

Dilara put on a big smile. His lips he left a little open to tempt Alan when he wanted to serve his cooking to the man's plate.

"Servant," cried Alan who suddenly surprised two servants who were employed to take care of his needs. The two servants were caught up, timidly facing the Master.

"Where's my breakfast?." Alan stared at the two maids who looked at each other and were frightened. "Where?." Alan asked once again as the two middle-aged were silent.

"Ma-sorry, Tu-lord. This morning all the breakfast for the Master has been prepared by the Madam." One waiter replied in a stern voice. He was surprised to find the wrath of the Master who was actually intended for his wife.

"But I don't want to eat anything he cooks!." Alan's voice was sharp and firm. Makes anyone who hears fear but not with Dilara, the girl just smiled and was not at all afraid of the sarcastic words of the husband who had blatantly demeaned her in front of the two Alan servants.

"Sorry, Sir."

"So you guys don't cook anything I can eat?."

The two servants shook their heads.

"The shithead." Alan kicked down the dining table. The two servants clenched their hands and were frightened. Again, Dilara just flinching in place. "In this house only I have the right to make rules or make deals. Anyone can't interfere even if it's a grandfather or just a foreign woman who just hitchhikers live in this house." Alan glanced cynically at Lara who was precisely casually feeding food into her mouth. I really don't know shame.

"So keep doing your job like when the real woman has not entered this house. Eat me, my clothes and all my needs, you take care of it, and not him" Alan pointed to Lara. No longer interested in filling the stomach, Alan quickly disappeared from the dining table. Tired and careless if you have to deal with women do not know themselves like his wife.

While Dilara, the dimpled girl stared at Alan's departure with a feeling that, I don't know. In whose heart does he know. A smile that actually does not fade on the lips, maybe only a tool to cover the wound of the heart that is true only he can feel

Tbc.