Chasing Love Husband Cold
Diego's anger

"Oh my God, what the hell is this?." Hary screeched, surprised to find the granddaughter in her daughter-in-law's room. "Good God, what are you doing?."

Dilara no less surprised, quickly pushed Alan who was kissing him, to stray and into the bath tup. The woman quickly ran and chose to hide behind Hary's back.

Meanwhile, Alan, the man wavered after drinking his own used water.

Dilara Damn, he could have pushed me when Grandpa caught me.

"Lara, tell me, what did Alan do to you?. Did he force his way in and ask you to bathe him?. Just like a kid." Hary nagging. He looked at Lara and Alan in turn. "And you," call Hary to Alan. "Quick change your clothes and get out of my granddaughter's room" Hary said, making Alan's pair of eyes perfectly rounded.

"Sir, we are husband and wife. It's not just kar Lara but also my room. Then what was it?. Lara Grandpa's granddaughter?. If Lara's Grandpa's only granddaughter, then who am I?." Alan doesn't take it.

"Currently, you're just a rancid boy draining my emotions. Quickly change your clothes and meet me downstairs." Hary turned around and headed for the bedroom door. "Oh my god, the rancid boy was trying to seduce his wife. Ask to be bathed and after they kiss. Oh, my God, I'm going crazy. Yesterday he was expelled, and now he begs to return. You little brat, you're so opinionless, Alan," said Hary before exiting Dilara's room and surely the old man's words could be heard by his two grandchildren.

Alan ruffled his waist while Dilara quickly caught up with Hary, before Alan touched her again.

In the room Alan berates Grandpa who has deliberately damaged his romantic shower with Dilara. If only Grandpa had arrived late, of course he could have grabbed Dilara and brought him kenirvana. But unfortunately, Hary ruined everything.

Alan headed straight for the clothes room. Maybe in that place also stored his clothes. But the young man was disappointed when not a single piece of his clothes was stored.

"Well, there's all Dilara's clothes. Ck, how could I wear it."

Alan scratched his un-itchy scalp. Wanting to call Dilara, it was certain that Hary would spray it with spicy words.

"But if I don't get out soon, Grandpa might come and hit me with a baseball bat."

"Alan!." Hary shouted from the ground floor as she called out to her granddaughter.

"Kan, he's sensitive."

Alan quickly sorted out all the clothes that unfortunately only belonged to Dilara. Alan almost fainted, there was no way he wore female clothes especially his posture with Dilara was much different. His wife was quite petite, while he.

"God, I am a man and in my right mind. I'll probably wear a dres or lingerie."

The man with the nose of a mbangir was desperate as time went on. No more options, Alan chose floral clothes from the folds. When viewed from its wide lumanyan size, it looks like it's Dilara's loose clothing that seems to fit in her body.

"Let it be, after all only Grandpa and Lara will see me wearing this outfit" Alan murmured. Without an interior, Alan was determined to wear Dilara's loose clothing. Once attached to the body, Alan stared strangely at the reflection of his own body in the mirror.

The muscles of his body appear even though they are covered in clothes, and the length of the clothes is only limited to the knees.

"Excellent, what a terrible look you have, Alan." Alan monologue. "Truly, if there was a second life, then I wouldn't want to have a Grandpa like Hary." Alan flicked his hair half wet before exiting the room.

Alan's whistles and footsteps, distracting Hary and Dilara who are enjoying a cup of coffee.

Hary immediately spouted coffee that was already in the mouth, as soon as he found the granddaughter down the stairs wearing loose clothes belonging to his wife.

"Lara, take care of your boodoh husband. Quickly change those clothes with mine before my stock of patience runs out."

"Good, Cake."

Without a word, Dilara quickly pulled Alan's hand back up the stairs.

"Honey, why should it be replaced?. These clothes feel comfortable. Look, if my hand is raised, hem... My armpits will be cold, and this." Alan pointed at his lower clothes. "Not just armpits, my bottom also feels cool aww..." Dilara quickly pinched Alan's waist to silence his mouth that began to digress everywhere.

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"T-lord."

"What's up?." Just getting out of a luxury vehicle, Diego is greeted by the pale face of the Housekeeper and his servant.

"Say, what's wrong?." Repeat Alan when the workers do not open the sound.

"That's it, Miss Dahlia.."

"Yes, that old woman, why is she?. Make trouble?."

The workers were lyrically interlocking.

"B-not Mister, but Madame Dahlia is gone from ru----

"Go!. Go how do you mean?."

The workers are mutually repulsive.

"Quick say. Dahlia's gone, Dahlia's gone, you mean where'd she go?." Diego's voice was rising. It was like getting a bad feeling about a woman named Dahlia who had been living with him for days.

"Mrs Dahlia went with Mr who said he owned the hospital where you worked."

Hary.

"Damn it!." Diego growling. It also provides transparency to employees. "You guys don't work. I told you not to let him out for whatever reason. But what now... You even gave it away for free to my sworn enemy."

The workers bow their heads. They're frightened.

"If this is the case, let alone!. Killing you won't bring that woman back either." Diego took a swing. He kicked a vase of flowers and whatever was around. All smashed to pieces like a broken ship. Not quite in the yard, Diego quickly headed for his private room. He started taking some photos of Dilara and then burned them.

Why are you so hard to get, Dilara. I've had time to hold your mother, hoping to take you to my arms. But it actually failed. But I didn't give up. You see, my efforts are not enough just to get here. There will be a major tempest if Dilara and Alan are reunited again.

Tbc.