Chasing Love Husband Cold
About Feelings

"Surprisingly, why not get picked up?." Half grumbling Alan looked at the smart phone in hand. He contacted Dilara but was never picked up.

"Where is he really?. Is it possible to go to the bathroom" Alan asked himself. "But why so long?."

The man clucked. Tired of contacting his wife and never getting a response, Alan dropped his body weight again in the seat of his greatness.

It was lunch time, her stomach was hungry but why did Dilara not bring her lunch nor did she come to the hospital to bring her lunch?.

"Do I have to eat in the cafeteria?." Terlaru often eat Dilara's cooking makes Alan reluctant to eat foods that are not made by his wife. It sounds strange indeed, because he used to throw his wife's artificial food rather than eating it.

There was no choice, in the end making Alan lunch in the hospital cafeteria. In that place a special room for medical personnel and the patient's family, deliberately separated for convenience.

Alan ordered some heavy meals, pudding and fresh pieces of fruit for dessert. When it starts to feed into the mouth, why does the food feel strange and lose much in terms of taste when compared to Dilara cuisine?.

"Any, when I used to eat it a lot and it tastes good, but why now it tastes like this?." Alan tasted the taste of the soup that was being eaten. Why is it suddenly bland and not as good as when he enjoyed it first?.

Alan shifted his soup bowl slowly. His hunger suddenly disappeared. No, he did not want to eat the food now but wanted Dilara's cooking.

The man in the cream shirt only looked at the cold drinks ordered to fill the stomach. Once again he played a cell phone to contact his wife but again it went unanswered.

"Yes, God. Where is he actually?." Alan was upset, only this time he was so difficult to contact the wife when he was very eager to talk. Yes, do not want to talk about important things but there is no harm if only to ask trivial things considering they are indeed a husband and wife.

"Ehem."

Alan jerked. He looked around and found Diego standing behind him.

"Doctor Alan, may I join you?." Diego asked for permission, whereas Alan, the man only nodded faintly as a gesture."

"Oh, thank you." Diego takes a position, choosing to sit in front of Alan until the position of the two men facing each other, and only the table as a barrier.

"Doctor Alan, why is your food not in the eating," asked Diego to mince words after seeing Alan's food barely touched.

"I'm not feeling the taste." Alan answered as concisely as possible. Reluctant to chat with men who often provoke his emotions.

Diego's just a mangosteen. After a waiter set up his order, the young doctor immediately ate it voraciously.

"Doctor Alan, sorry. I'm so hungry." Diego chuckles. Because he saw Alan looking at him so closely when he ate so voraciously. Understandably, he was really hungry.

"No problem." Alan wanted to move. The man put in his cell phone and some other items that he had taken out when he wanted to eat earlier. "Please, you can enjoy your lunch more comfortably. Excuse me."

"Doctor, wait."

Alan, who had risen, was forced to sit back.

"What's up?."

Diego chuckles. He stared at his interlocutor.

"Tumben you eat in the cafeteria, not every day you always bring supplies or your beautiful wife comes to deliver it."

"It's none of your business at all." Alan's risen. The man heard Diego laughing behind his back. Just a few steps away, the man named Diego again made him stop the step.

"Why if I'm talking about Dilara, you're this sensitive, Doctor Alan."

Alan spontaneously turned around, staring intently at his fellow Doctor who always made him ride black.

"You ask why?. Don't you know that Dilara is my wife, and I don't like any man nudging my wife, in front of me."

Diego chuckled again, and it was like he was mocking Alan.

"Wife, you mean a wife you don't consider?."

"Shut up!."

Alan's cold voice surprised some of the canteen workers who were on the spot. Luckily, there were no other medical staff there.

"Doctor Alan, there's no need to be angry. Actually I know enough about your marriage."

"I know about your marriage status. You were intending to refuse but your Grandfather kept pushy. I'm also the reason for what made Dilara want to marry you."

Alan sculpting. His world stopped. One side he was studying Diego's words but on the other hand, why the man in front of him was like to know a lot about the secrets of his marriage, even that he did not know very well pum.

Reluctant to prolong the problem, Alan quickly turned around and moved away. While Diego, the man smiled obliquely. After this, he is convinced that Alan and Dilara's household is on the brink of separation. If that were true, then he would go in to snatch Dilara out of Alan's hands.

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Alan clenched his hands until his knuckles turned white. The anger that is crushed can only be channeled with a fist. He did not want to hurt himself or hurt anyone else. All he needs now is calm and to go home.

The contents of his head were filled with Diego and the secrets of the marriage that the young Doctor knew.

He got that information from where. Or did Dilara say it?.

As soon as he came home and entered the house, Alan threw his briefcase on the sofa just like that. One goal is to find Dilara.

Where is that woman. Worth it all day he can't be contacted lest he leave?.

Alan searched Dilara in several places but did not meet. Until he heads upstairs to look for Dilara in the room, and sure enough. The woman was sleeping with a blanket covering her legs and neck.

Alan was silent for a moment. Looking at Ayu Dilara's face, both eyes closed tightly. Emotions in the self that had peaked, overflowed instantly.

The sturdy man approached, and suddenly got on the edge of the bed and rubbed the top of the head of the wife slowly.

Body's hot.

"Honey."

Dilara disturbed and woke up. He was happy to see Alan at the side and rubbed his head. The woman's voice sounded weak.

"Your body is hot, are you sick?." Alan asked, a sudden sense of worry.

Dilara smiled faintly.

"No, I'm just a little unwell." Dilara forced herself to wake up. "Honey, can I hold you?."

Alan was silent for a moment. He looked at the pale face of the wife who had spread her arms, wanting to embrace her. The man is in a dilemma. Between not wanting to refuse but Diego's remarks about the secret of his marriage, again filled the contents of the head. Alan's body pecked for a moment.

"Honey, can I hold you."

Unable to be prevented, Alan sponta hit Dilara until the two embraced. Both men's eyes were closed. Intermittent and enjoy. Neither Alan nor Dilara wanted to let go.

"Lara," call Alan.

"Yes" replied Dilara, who was still in the chest of the husband's field.

"May I speak something?."

"Heem, let's talk. I'll listen." Alan rubbed the long hair of Dilara who was scattered.

"As a couple do you not want to express your feelings or heart to me?. Yeah at least if you want to say something, or whatever it is that describes how you feel."

Dilara's forehead frowning.

"I mean. Feelings, about my feelings." Dilara was laughing. "For what reason, we have become husband and wife. The expression of that feeling is not important, but the important thing is togetherness. Well, you agree, don't you?." Dilara released a hug, she looked at the face of the husband who looked different than usual.

"O, like that. It doesn't really matter, and more importantly it's togetherness?."

"right." Dilara lifted both her thumbs.

There Alan's heart felt struck by invisible objects. So ill. Is it true that the expression of feelings is not important while he wants to hear if Lara loves him.

This is what Alan was afraid of. She and Dilara are married. They have been together and have lived together for more than half a year. Their relationship begins to improve, but Dilara can never feel her love. He is trying to change, for the better, for their future married life. Then what is the hard work if Dilara's heart is not for him?.

Tbc.