
”love you, honey.”
Alan smiled faintly, waving at Dilara who let go of him to work.
This morning looks as good as usual. Shirts and pants matching color material, bandaged fitting on the body almost perfectly his.
About Dilara's departure last night to visit his younger siblings, Alan thought it would be nice if he sent some gifts as a form of concern.
Alan suddenly took the paper and bullet from the briefcase and wrote down something on the paper.
"Take my message in this place and give it to Dilara's sisters,” Alan said as he stretched out the piece of paper to the driver. This morning, Alan wasn't driving his steed alone. He was deliberately driven by a driver just in case.
”Good, Mr.”
Alan thought far away. Looking at Dilara's five sisters, why was her heart filled. They used to live in a busy house, and now they occupy a luxurious house. Is the house the result of Dilara's hard work or even someone's gift?.
Then for the child, he and Dilara have had a husband and wife relationship several times. Is it possible in the near future Dilara could conceive then they have children?.
Alan closed his eyes for a moment. Child?. Their marriage relationship is still floating to this day. They are married, live in one house, sleep one bed, and have sex. But for matters of the heart, do the two already love each other?.
Alan rubbed his face roughly. All forms of temptation and Lara's cleverness in serving, no doubt has made Alan comfortable and dependent. Dilara like good at placing himself, looking for a gap so that he can enter, to successfully occupy a place in the heart of Alan who has not been able to touch anyone including former lover Alan first.
Instead of being happy, the existence of Dilara in Alan's heart actually became a fear of its own. The man did not want or wish for more. What Dilara feels like to her, Alan doesn't understand. He was afraid that if he loved, the woman only betrayed him.
Alan blinked as the iron horse carrying him had entered the courtyard of Wirdo Hutomo Hospital. Himself has arrived.
The formally dressed man got out of the vehicle with a briefcase and paper bag containing a stock box. He was no longer hesitant, getting used to it even though several pairs of eyes were still staring strangely at him.
Now every day is not missed without bringing Dilara artificial supplies while working. As the man said earlier, what was inside Dilara and what she had touched, had become opium to him. Including whatever food the woman had made.
After passing through the corridor and riding the elevator, Alan had arrived at the front door of the study. He opened and headed to the desk. As usual, his oversized suit was always put on the back of a work chair. The oversized coat that cements his title as a Doctor.
As soon as Alan put the bag on the table, his gaze fell upon a brown envelope that was also lying on the table.
"What an envelope this is," asked Alan after paying careful attention to the object. Even though last night before he lived, on the table there were no envelopes. Then what is this, and who has entered the room without permission?.
Alan's gaze swept around. Nothing is suspicious. All the things in his study did not move. Curious about the contents of the envelope that looks thick, the man immediately dropped body weight on the chair and then opened the envelope to answer his curiosity.
"What is this?." Alan frowned. It's like a pile of paper or. Slowly Alan pulled the contents inside after opening.
"Photo?." Alan was stunned after he managed to pull the contents of the envelope out. But what appeared was precisely a photo sheet that managed to make Alan's heart beat faster.
"North?." Lirih Alan mentioned the name of the wife. Alan gasped, when examined carefully, apparently the picture of the wife was drawn there but unfortunately the woman was not alone. Dilara was with a man in a photo sheet that could not be said to be few in number.
"She, what's wrong with Diego?." The photo sheet that Alan was holding fell onto the table. For a moment, the man thought deeply or seemed to be trying to remember something.
"Together with Diego, but when?." Alan Dilara rarely went out, so when did he meet Diego?. Was it last night, but didn't the woman say that she had just visited the sisters?.
Alan squeezed the insignificant photo sheet and threw it in the trash. After this incident, it is guaranteed that Alan's mood was shattered. Supply made by Dilara only he tasted a little, but when it comes to work, Alan still did it completely. At least he made a mistake and the lives of others were threatened.
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Trying to cover up the anger, Alan went home with a calm face. About the photos, of course, he will ask the truth to Dilara later.
"Honey."
As usual, the long-haired woman always welcomed him. The appearance of the 18-year-old woman remains pleasing to the eye, just like her usual days.
Really true?.
Alan only rubbed Dilara's hair slowly, then brought the wife to enter the house. The man who works as a doctor noticed every movement of the wife who is now crouching, removing her shoes. Nothing strange, Dilara still serves him so well. But why would he hide a meeting with Diego from her?.
”Honey, let me help you undress.” Dilara just unbuttoned the top of Alan's clothes, suddenly the man just grasped the wife's hand so as not to move.
”Lara, can I ask you something?.”
Dilara, who was shocked because her hand was held by Alan, smiled seductively. Acting bolder, Dilara kisses Alan's lips suddenly until the man is wide-eyed.
Dilara chuckled then said, ”Of course, Honey. What do you want to ask about?.” When Alan's hand warmers weakened, Dilara quickly hugged the waist of the husband also affixed light kisses in the field of Alan who was still wrapped in wear.
”Yesterday, you only visited your sisters or had time to stop somewhere else?.”
Dilara sontak gulped. Why the feeling suddenly not good, especially Alan who usually does not want to know about his activities, it is like looking for information. Oh my God, how is this?.
”Lara,” asked Alan once again when Dilara did not respond.
”oo, which was yesterday huh?. I-that, a-I, um me, in addition to meeting my sisters I also had time to meet someone." In the end, Dilara was unable to lie.
Alan breathed a sigh of relief.
”Meet someone, who?.”
Dilara biting the lower lip. Between worrying and wanting to tell the truth.
”D-doctor Diego.”
”Diego,” asked Alan feigned surprise.
Dilara looked at Alan then nodded her head.
”Actually yesterday our car had hit another driver's car. I was scared, got off then wanted to apologize. But apparently the car that our driver accidentally hit was Doctor Diego's car, then ..”
”Lalu .?.”
Dilara timidly explained. He doesn't want to talk wrong.
”I'm trying to apologize and want to make up for the loss. But Doctor Diego refused." Dilara pauses speech. ”Then he invited me to have coffee together. Honey, I'm not good to refuse.” Dilara. Alan breathed a sigh of relief. That's why.
”Accident, then did you get hurt?.” Alan scanned the wife's entire body from head to toe.
”Ti-no, I'm not papa. It was just a minor accident. You don't have to worry." Dilara chuckled softly, though he was also anxious. He was afraid that Alan would not believe it and still search for it with a lot of questions.
”Yes already, now help me take off my clothes. Sultry, I want to quickly shower.” Alan stretched his hand. As if giving room for Dilara to be more free to take off his clothes.
Dilara swallows Saliva. It's been a mistake. If Alan was silent, he was eager to flirt, but if Alan gave himself up like this, Dilara was even anxious.
”Come, what are you waiting for. Didn't you say you wanted to help me undress?.”
Alan's wife grimaced. He came back closer, raised his hand to re-open the button Alan shirt that had paused. Why is his hand shaking like this?.
Alan chuckled in his heart. He was content to prank his wife like this. Apparently Dilara wasn't as final as he had thought all along. This woman in front of him was actually shy, only all this time she had been pretending to be a seductress who looked more like a bitch to be able to tease him.
TBC.