Chasing Love Husband Cold
The Woman I Hated Most

Alan's caresses and fingers landed on almost his entire body, making Lara again jerked at the incident last night. When for the first time she felt her marwah as a wife.Lara pensive. After Alan's departure, Lara chose to lock herself in the room.

The girl stared at the wrist that was still bruising. The night before the unification, they had a power struggle. Lara continues to thrash. It was like refusing to be touched when he found the unpleasant gurgle of the husband. Sure enough, that afternoon Alan was indeed shrouded in emotion.

As he continued to wriggle, Alan clutched his wrist even tighter. It felt excruciating pain, especially when the man violently pushed him to the point of falling into bed. Lara's body was like a crumble, while Alan increasingly aggressively held her because of the increasingly hunting lust.

Lara does want to be touched, but not in this way. As a woman, she was treated with affection. Especially after the incident, the apology did not come out of Alan's mouth even though the man was caught several times watching him.

The servant's aunt came, in addition to the middle-aged food, also gave the drugs that she thought were given Alan. Although Lara did not know for sure what medicine was given, but as a female doctor, she could guess if the husband knew what he felt after the incident last night.

Lara admitted, after their bodies fused Alan like surprised. The one who originally looked at him ferociously and touched him with a bringas, gradually softened. Alan also touched it more than once, and it was enough to torture Lara who had only been touched once by a man.

Not only the pain, Lara was also traumatized. It was like being scared to meet Alan. Afraid if the man wanted it again but did it the rough way it was last night.

Bored after how long locked himself in the room, Lara came out. Coinciding with Hary who came to visit his grandson's residence.

"Master," said Lara after bending down.

"I told you, just call me Grandpa, not Master. We're like strangers if anyone else hears, '" Hary protested, dislike.

Dilara didn't answer. He did feel that alien to Hary given his status as a wife on paper to Alan, his grandson.

Hary landed a body on the sofa. He wanted to sit down and enjoy a cup of coffee.

"Auntie," call Hary to the waiter. The servant aunt who heard that she was being called came quickly. "Make me coffee" Hary said later.

"Good, Sir."

Following Hary's movements, Lara sat on the sofa opposite the middle-aged man. Maybe Hary's presence also has a purpose. Either want to visit or want to talk to him. Hary seemed to pull out a cigar from somewhere then ignite it, and suck it deep. A puff of smoke came out from the old man's mouth and nose.

"After months of marrying you, I don't think anything has changed in Alan." Hary started to make a sound. Maybe this is a form of protest from him.

Dilara gulps. What is the possibility that this deal will end if she does not get pregnant.

"I told you, wear sexy clothes to tempt Alan and want ...., uh what is that?." Hary who was originally speaking fieryly, stuttered when she saw something strange on Dilara's neck.

"Isn't that a gi-bite?. Oh my God, have you done it?." Hary's surprised face, now changed. Dilara who began to realize where Hary's talking direction, hurriedly covered the part of his neck with the palm of his hand.

Dilara. Forgotten to cover the part of the body where a lot without possession was left Alan last night.

"Would you really have done it?." Hary's expression was curious. He can't wait for answers from his granddaughter-in-law. As for Dilara, the woman was really embarrassed. Why this intimate thing was precisely scraped by a man like Hary.

"Color, answer. Why just shut up."

Dilara nodded then replied, "Yes, Grandpa. We've done it."

Like getting a big surprise. Hary smiled widely accompanied by a bliss that spewed. His grandson has been in contact with the wife, is not that one of the signs that he will have a grandson?.

Dilara was stunned to hear Hary's offer. Is it true that the slightest thing from him to be able to produce Alan's offspring is always exchanged for matter?. Then what if the successor has been born into the world. Will Hary throw it away and take her son to raise himself?.

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"When I was with Alan, every breath of mine seemed to be rewarded with money."

Dilara talked to herself. That afternoon after Hary left her home with Alan, Dilara chose to visit her younger siblings. There he can sit quietly and think with common sense.

Being at Alan's house, seemed to make him depressed. Especially when Hary had been looking for it with many questions that concerned Alan.

Dilara wants to live like humans in general. Free as a flying bird, and do what he wants according to his heart. However, all is impossible when the path of his life has been controlled by others.

For lunch Lara deliberately cooked a special menu for her sisters. He did not want his marriage to Alan to affect the lack of interaction with his five younger siblings. Nothing has changed, even though he is no longer alone. Lara realized, her sisters still need the attention and affection that they not only get from the nurses.

Accompanied by a servant, the dimpled woman prepared the ingredients. There are several dishes that have been served but Lara still wants to make one more special menu. Lara's work was interrupted when another servant from the outside came half-running towards her.

"The lady outside had a guest who wanted to force her way in," reported the waiter with a stifled breath after running.

"Who?."

"So she's a girl and we've never seen her. Mamang held him in by closing the gate but the man tried to push and yell."

Sure enough, Lara heard a shout and a rowdy sound from the gate.

"Let me check." Lara walked quickly to get out of the house. Find out who the guests who came and have done troublemaking. He did give orders not to give entry to unknown guests even for various reasons.

"You dare to fuck with me. You know, this is my daughter's house. If he knows you're treating me this badly, then I guarantee my daughter will fire you this very second."

One long sentence immediately greeted Lara's listener's senses as the woman walked out the main door. Lara stopped the move. This voice was so familiar to him. The woman's gaze was fixed on the gate deliberately held by a gardener. At this time the debate between Mamang and the guest was still heard.

"Just look at you, I'll fire you right away when my daughter finds out. That's my daughter."

Lara stepped closer to the gate. For whatever sake he just wanted to make sure who the owner of the face of this voice that was familiar enough to him. Maybe he heard wrong or ..

"Lara, Dilara, my daughter. It's Mom, son. You see, this boodoh guy is preventing me from coming in. Let's fire him, this boodoh guy doesn't know if I'm the mother of the owner of this house."

Dilara. He worked to clarify what he saw. Still, the face is the same. It didn't change even though his eyes were rubbed a few times.

"Mrs, sorry. He kept forcing his way in, sorry if I didn't know if he was Madam's mother. Shouldn't my gate be open, madam?."

"No need!." Let's say Lara's firm. "He's not my mother. I never saw what else knew him. Lock all the doors and don't give the girls access to enter." After turning around, he left Mamang and the woman outside the fence that was open.

Dilara is not unknown. Dilara still clearly remembered who the woman who stood outside the paga. Yes, she is a woman who he really hates in his entire life.

Tbc.