Chasing Love Husband Cold
Plan

The smile on Alan's lips seemed to fade when in the end Hary allowed him to spend the night. After changing clothes, Alan, Dilara and Hary were involved in serious talks.

"Alan," call Hary.

"Yes, Cake."

Alan and Dilara sat side by side while Hary sat in front of the two. Alan had replaced his wife's clothes with Grandpa's pajamas. Their posture is almost the same only Alan is taller than Harry.

"How was your relationship and Dilara after this. Will continue or you'll choose to pis-"

"We'll stick together, Cake," Alan cut quickly. He immediately grabbed Dilara's hand and held it tightly.

"You're alone, Dilara. After being evicted and mistreated by my granddaughter, are you still willing to continue your marriage with Alan again?." Hary looked at the grandson-in-law who was still silent. Dilara occasionally looked at him and Alan alternately. "Son, say. Grandpa won't force you to survive if you're the one who's just being unhappy."

Dilara was still silent, it was like he was thinking. The woman lowered her head, about to take her hand off Alan but the man clenched her even tighter.

"Lara, speak. Even if you part from my grandson, I will not take anything I have given you. You and your sister can still live well even though.."

"Stop, Grandpa!. We will not be separated. Until whenever we'll stay together." Alan's voice sounded sharp as he reprimanded Grandfather. Now the man was even kneeling before his wife. "Lara, I beg you, forgive me. I admit I was wrong, because I've always ignored you. I also treat you harshly but you need to know, Lara. I love you so much." Alan stared at the wife's pair of clear eyes so closely. Alan was like talking about self-confession how behind the hard and willful attitude, the man loved his wife so much.

"Lara, you may not believe it but really in my heart there is only your name on the throne. Moreover, there is the fruit of our love that grows in your womb." Alan rubbed Dilara's flat stomach gently. Meanwhile, Hary, the old man chirped at the romantic scene of his two grandchildren presented before his eyes.

Now on your knees, you even want to kick it.

"Lara, answer. Please give my granddaughter too long to kneel."

"Sorry se--"

"No!."

"Not toolol," said Hery. "Listen, your wife hasn't finished talking." Hary bobbing head.

"Sorry," said Alan still kneeling before Lara.

"Formerly, thank you for the kindness of my Grandpa and husband all this time. We can live well thanks to your helping hand." Dilara paused the speech while Alan was already increasingly restless waiting for Dilara's next words. The man was convinced that the wife was reluctant to be with him again. "For the sake of me and my baby, I accepted Alan back. We'll continue the marriage."

"Yes." Yeah." Alan exclaimed with pleasure, and so did Hary.

"Lara, after this I promise to always make you smile. I will always take care of you even though my own life is at stake."

"Ah, dreadlocks." It was not Dilara, but it was Hary's voice that answered.

"Grandfather, what the hell?." Alan grumbled, looking at Grandpa with a look of dislike.

"You're the shit, why make out in front of a widower like grandpa?."

"Duh, the envious one." Aware of the situation, Alan chose to stay away. He carried Dilara to the top floor where their room was.

"Oh my god, I want to be young again" Hary complained. The man's lips snatched away, envious of the granddaughter's so romantic misery like a newlywed.

"Not just Alan, I still want to get married but what about my late wife in heaven. Would he be angry if I decided to get married?."

"Of course it is."

Hary gasped as someone answered his words.

"Snick boy!." Alan grumbling. He ran up the stairs after finding out that Alan was the one bothering him. Alan looked up, as soon as he knew Grandpa was chasing, the man quickly entered the room and closed the door tightly.

"Hey, kid. Open the door," cried Hary, banging on the door. "Just look at you. If I come out, I'll shave your hair."

Alan was wide open, he held his stomach and lay face down on the bed. While Dilara was looking from a distance, reviewing a faint smile. Apparently behind the cold and indifferent attitude of the husband, he also has a jail nature that is only shown to people he considers close.

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"Where are you?." The well-built man was connecting with someone via a cellular call. Quietly, upon hearing the answer from someone across.

"Yes, tomorrow do your job well." Shut up, the man is happy. Imagine the exciting events that will happen tomorrow.

"Yes, make it like a regular accident. Drop the car it's bad, but before it actually falls you can save your life first. How's it?."

"Good." The call was decided unilaterally. Afterwards the man chuckled, satisfied and sure one hundred percent if his plan went according to what he wanted.

Tbc.