Chasing Love Husband Cold
Mysterious Man

Dilara's refusal and not given access to meet her five children, apparently still does not make Dahlia deterred. This afternoon he returned to the magnificent house occupied by his daughter's son.

"You again," angered a gardener who was tired of Dilara's arrival. "Didn't Madam tell you not to come back to this house but why do you keep forcing?." The man just shook his head. He wanted to drive out but he was bored. It was also in vain. The woman will survive until Dilara alone faces her.

"I won't give up before I meet my children and live in this house."

"Ah, it's up to you." Reluctant to respond, the gardener chose to leave. Just give double security at the gate so that the woman can not enter.

"How dare you," Dahlia infuriated one of the workers at her daughter's house.

This time Dahlia no longer shouted or acted bar-bar. She only had to put on a hard face, put on her tattered clothes, and stand still at the gate until one of her children saw her and told her to come in. Beres.

Thirty minutes passed, Dahlia still held the position again even though his legs were sore. Mentari was getting higher, adding to the blistering and increasingly drying the throat that had not been flooded.

Dahlia cursed in her heart. Why doesn't one of his kids play outside and see him?.

"Damn it, I can be dehydrated if it continues like this" muttered Dahlia who was still faithfully leaning on the gate. Occasionally peeking out of the doorway, it was more like a beggar asking for mercy.

It looks like the woman breathed deeply. Ah, if he was not desperate to run with the lover of the heart at that time, maybe his life was as good as his six children. But how else, at that time he was crazy about the young man who claimed to be still the virgin. He who is a kasmaran, reluctant to think about what other children work to support them. Dilara is requested to replace. Looking for money any way so that he does not starve. Even the money left by the late husband he gave to the berondong or even for fun.

Dahlia. After desperately leaving his children, slowly the guise of his girlfriend was revealed. The young man already had a wife as well as a child. The woman was raging, but what good because the savings that had been exhausted were not left. The real money to raise children instead he spent to play crazy.

"Mother."

Dahlia flinched, as she daydreamed until she was unaware that her first daughter had come perhaps to visit her sisters.

"Do you want me here, didn't I forbid you to come yesterday?." Ask Dilara again when her mother is still silent.

"Di-dilara, I-Mother please, don't be like this. Please give me one chance to live with you again."

"Slow," sambar Dilara. "Why now, why not before. Never mind, instead of wasting your time hot like this, you better go. Until whenever we can no longer accept Mom." Dilara no longer hesitated, by expelling the mother blatantly. Let it be, he was tired and lazy to argue.

"You're so proud to be Dilara." Unexpectedly, Dahlia who initially looked clear began to show fangs. He stared intently at the first princess he gave birth to 18 years ago. "Mom knows your life is good now. But unfortunately you don't have an adab by expelling the woman who gave birth to you into this world by betting your life." Dahlia looked fiery while Dilara was silent.

Dahlia smiled cynically, now her gaze swept the multilevel revival that her daughter's son lived in.

"I wonder where did you get the money to be able to buy a house as good as this or maybe you become a rich man's mistress to be able to change your life as it is today?." Dahlia. He seemed satisfied when he saw his daughter's pale face.

"You can't answer, can't, or maybe what I'm saying is true. You become a rich man save un--"

"Shut up!."

Dahlia's lips curled as Dilara shouted.

"Then what do you care if I become a mistress in order to live like now?."

Dahlia fell silent, unable to answer.

"Let's answer, what do you care if your daughter is indeed a mistress for a good life?."

"Dil-"

Dahlia. While Dilara who is no longer a prisoner holds the turmoil in the chest, quickly away from the presence of the Mother. He opened the gate and then closed it again. She didn't want her mother to still be and meet her sisters.

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Dahlia walked down the street on foot. He no longer has the money to just order a taxi or taxi service. For a place to stay, the woman lived in a boarding house that she had paid for the last two months. Dahlia did not work, and when she found out that her daughter was living well, she moved quickly and did not waste her life.

But what he wanted was not in accordance with reality. Hoping that his daughter would be happy and receive it back, but the princess just blatantly drove away and did not want it anymore. How unfortunate.

The blazing sun that felt burning skin made Dahlia pull over, looking for a shelter at once to rest. He was completely exhausted after a thirty-minute walk.

The shade of the tree and the tightness of the wind, made Dahlia's body that was originally sweaty, feel fresh.

His stomach wrapped around asking to be filled but whatever the power, his money was not held. Dahlia grimaced, kneading her entwined stomach. I want to curse, but to whom. Here he is the guilty one.

"Mistress, eat. I know you're hungry."

Dahlia flinched as a box of rice was thrust forward by someone. Dahlia's face, which had been bowed down, began to lift. Wanted to look at the face of someone who was extending food to him.

The middle-aged man blinked while his pair of eyes stared at a young man he had never seen.

"You-you who?." Dahlia asked while watching the man closely.

"You don't need to know anyone. Now eat, I know if you're hungry" replied the man, handing the rice box closer to Dahlia.

Some time Dahlia cradled, between wanting to accept or reject. However, the pain was not suppressed anymore, which made Dahlia did not think long to seize, open the box and then eat the contents in it so greedily.

The man laughed without a sound.

"Not only will you get food like this, shelter and money, you'll also get it if you come with me."

Dilara stopped the food. His eyes were on the other person.

"Come with you, you mean I'll work for you?."

"Maybe it could be said that."

Dahlia seemed to think. Good and bad.

"I know you have no place to live and have your children expelled. So I made an offer. Stay with you and your life will be assured."

In the end Dahlia nodded her head. No matter what his job is, the important thing is that he can have a place to live and food without spending a penny.

Tbc.

Who is this mysterious man?.

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