Chasing Love Husband Cold
The arrival of Hary

"Mrs, why aren't we eating?."

Dahlia flinched from the reverie. The middle-aged man smiled faintly at Diego who was sitting and enjoying dinner in front of him. Dahlia herself, she has no appetite for food. Perhaps the commotion he created at Dilara's house a few hours ago started to disturb the mind.

What is his daughter doing now?.

"Why are you thinking of Dilara?."

Dahlia nodded weakly.

"Not to think about it. I think your actions are correct. Pity your daughter if life linger with a man as terrible as Alan." Diego chews food again. Hah, dinner this time why is it so delicious?. Diego spoke in his heart. For some reason, his mood tonight was so good. He added rice and side dishes, in contrast to Dahlia who just stirred up the meal on the plate without wanting to enjoy it.

"But what if Alan gets angry and drives my daughter away?."

"Isn't that good?."

"I-yes, but what's my daughter like now?. I'm worried." It was enough that she abandoned her children first. Now, maybe it's time to improve, improve themselves so that they can be accepted back by their children in old age.

"Not to worry. If Dilara gets kicked out, doesn't your daughter still have a place to live?." Diego tries to calm Dahlia's heart. The woman should not worry too much, because it can affect the plans that she has arranged as neatly as possible.

Dahlia certainly does not know if Diego has a hidden purpose by accommodating his life and treating him like a mistress. Diego is taking heart, maybe after Dilara officially banished Alan, he would not hesitate to pick it up.

Dahlia seemed to think. If her daughter was expelled Alan, could it be that her daughter would live with her younger siblings?.

"If her daughter is indeed expelled, maybe she will live with her sisters. I know that house. I've been here a few times but I've always been refused entry."

Diego laughed in his heart. Naturally, if Dahlia's presence is rejected, didn't the middle-aged also leave her children just like that?.

As a secret admirer, Alapa did not know about Dilara. All he knew even to the size of Dilara's clothes and shoes.

"If Madam doesn't mind, we can come to the house tomorrow. We came as guests to find Dilara, who knows your daughter is there."

Dahlia. He did not refuse, let him follow the advice of Diego. Maybe in this way he could meet Dilara while apologizing.

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A twilight-aged man had just descended a luxurious iron horse that took him to visit his granddaughter. Intentionally it came early in the morning. Intend to surprise the grandchild and want to enjoy a cup of coffee made by the granddaughter-in-law. Duh, Grandpa already misses Dilara's coffee. It feels right and fits in the tongue.

Hary kicked slowly. The old man whistled occasionally. The main door was wide open, two maids bowed their heads.

"Hey, why is it still quiet?. My grandkids aren't awake yet?." Hary asked while dropping body weight on the sofa of the family room. He opened the newspaper lying on the table with both feet resting on each other.

"Young master is in the room, sir."

"Jeez, my grandkids are still producing babies." Hary clucked yet inwardly laughed cheerfully. Isn't that like a sign that soon he will be fondling grandchildren?. Duh.

"Em i-it, sir. Nyo-nyo-"

"Just tell Dilara to make me some coffee" Hary said without taking her eyes off the newspaper sheet.

"But the problem----"

"The problem is, what is the problem. Dilara's up, isn't it or your coffee stock's up, huh?."

"I'm sorry, but that's not it, sir."

"If that's not what then?."

"Mrs Dilara doesn't exist, sir. Yesterday Mr. Alan told Mrs Dilara to leave."

"What!." Hary got up after throwing a rough newspaper floor. "What the fuck. Why would Alan tell his own wife to leave?."

The two servants bowed, terrified. Hary ride pitam. Without a second thought the man went upstairs to meet the granddaughter who was still locked up in the room.

"Alan, Alan, open the door." Hary banged on the door. He doesn't care if his hand is hurt.

"Alan, open the door. Grandpa's sure you're awake. Come on, open the door or I'll break it?." The furious Hary was no longer able to think clearly. He took a few steps back and prepared to break down the door, but the door opened first.

"Grandfather, what's wrong?." Alan appeared with his face still tangled. The man hasn't cleaned himself anything else combed his hair.

"What did you say?. Where's your wife?."

"Oh, Dilara?. I've already kicked him out," Alan replied in a light voice.

"Beedbah, you. She's your wife, but why are you treating her that long?." Hary frustrated. Why does Alan's attitude go back to the past, when it has not been met with dilara?. Really not hearted.

"Me, heart?. Is it me or Grandpa?." Tanya answered ask.

"What do you mean?."

Alan chuckled, like he was teasing the distraught Grandpa.

"Don't fight boodoh, Grandpa. Don't you two have a deal. Yes, it might be mutually beneficial for you guys but unfortunately not with me. Here I am the one who got hurt, Grandpa. I was wronged. I expected a lot from Dilara and my marriage. I hope Dilara is the soul mate God sent me. We can have children, live happily and have grandchildren, but unfortunately there's a big conspiracy behind my marriage that I never knew."

Hary gaped. He was surprised amazingly. God, why has he never thought this far before.

"Sorry, maybe Grandpa's desire to get an heir will never come true." Alan closed the door back. He refuses to see Hary's face which has hurt him.

Tbc.