Chasing Love Husband Cold
Eat Together

The sky had turned dark when an iron horse that a driver was riding with his master entered the main gate of the residence. Once in the garage, someone is surprised when one vehicle that is quite familiar is also parked neatly in the garage.

Wow, this is like a miracle.

As soon as the driver opened the passenger seat door, the employer exited immediately.

Dilara, first neutralize the breath before entering the house. The woman realized that Alan was already inside the house.

Strange, he doesn't usually come home so soon.

Asik gathering with the sisters makes Lara forget time. They spend time eating and doing whatever makes them happy. At least when together, Lara can see the joy of her sisters and can make herself forget for a moment the life tempest that is shackling her.

The servant-aunt opened the main door and greeted him.

"Mrs, Mr. Alan has come." The middle-aged man timidly told Lara. Naturally, all this time only the servants knew what the Master was like in treating the wife.

"Yes, I know. I saw my husband's car in the garage." Slightly ignoring the existence of the maid, Lara sped up the pace to enter the house.

Lara doesn't really need all this. Alan was definitely meditating in the guest room and did not come out again until tomorrow. Sometimes for dinner even Alan asked the waiter to deliver him into the room. Uh, but what is this?.

Lara's footsteps came to a halt as soon as she stepped on the dining room floor. Alan was there. Sitting down and sipping a fresh drink.

"Honey, you've come. Why didn't you tell me first?." Half-run Lara approached the husband. Talking in a soft voice and rubbing the husband's shoulder but unfortunately, just a few seconds Alan had brushed his hand.

"I told you not to touch me!." Alan's voice sounded cold but not as sharp as usual.

"Oh well." Understand the situation, Lara was quickly away. He glanced to the left and right. Well, it looks like Alan hasn't had a chance to eat. Lara moved swiftly, warming up the food already processed by the waiter.

"Honey, you must be hungry. I'll warm up some food for a while."

There is no answer, nor any meaning. Alan was seen sitting and quiet in his place. Secretly, Lara breathed a sigh of relief. Isn't that a sign that Alan didn't reject him?.

While Alan. Every now and then a pair of young men's eyes steal a glance at the wife who is standing in front of the kitchen table. The two hands of the woman deftly prepared dinner for him. Something he usually refused and was replaced by a servant.

This time Lara's appearance looked different. No thin and minimal clothes. Her molecular body appears wrapped in a subordinate modeled balloon and a white top with long arms. Her usual hair was smeared from the origin. If you may admit, then Lara's current appearance is sweeter than a normal day. Alan preferred the wife to look like this. It's just ...

"Tara... Dinner is ready."

Alan gasped, involuntarily daydreaming and Lara was already right in front of the chair he was sitting in.

When she was about to pour food into Alan's plate, Lara looked doubtful.

"Em let me call the waiter for a minute." Lara shifted her gaze to the side, towards the waiter who was standing not far from the dining table. "Bi--"

"You just." Lara hasn't had time to resume the call, Alan cut her off. Apparently the man allowed himself to prepare his dinner.

Lara gulps. The woman still looks doubtful.

"Come, wait a minute" Alan said. "I'm hungry" continued Alan who had shown a sour face.

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"So get out, give me a way."

Huh uh?.

Dilara grimaced with pain as Alan's strapping shoulder hit his shoulder which he said was blocking the road. Moments ago, the door to her room was knocked from outside, Lara who was sleepy moved slowly to open the door. Shocked as Alan stood in front and entered the room forcibly. Hey, then why did that guy go into the room?.

"You just sleep on the couch, I'll sleep in the room. This room is actually too luxurious for you. I haven't slept in this place in a long time." Alan's body immediately collapsed on the bed. Lara just looked at him with a pushy look. Alan's large body seemed to be stretched out in the middle. Hugging the pillow before finally closing your eyes.

"Well Honey, all your orders must be obeyed. All because I love you." Is there anything sweeter than this?. Lara approaches, not because she wants to sleep together but wants to cover Alan's body with a blanket. A glass of water did not escape Lara prepared on the nightstand. Awake if at any time Alan woke up and thirsty.

Alan really didn't sleep. The man was still awake, just pretending to sleep so that he could freely observe Lara's movements in silence. Tonight Lara is dressed as usual. Thin black lingerie that contrasts with her pure white skin. Any sane person would acknowledge Lara's beauty tonight. His eyes narrowed from drowsiness, looking so cute like a panda.

Lara seemed to open the clothes room and for a while came out carrying a thick blanket. Maybe the blanket was for himself. The woman was actually lying on the couch at Alan's command.

"Good Night, Honey. Have a good dream. I love you." Like a long-distance kiss, the woman's hand moved towards Alan who was pretending to be asleep. What the fuck?. I want Alan to scream that way. It's too childish, and Alan doesn't like it at all.

Silence, after Lara replaced the lamp with a sleeping lamp, there was no more movement. Five minutes, ten minutes, Alan felt that Lara was asleep. Now the pair of eyes he had originally closed forcefully, opened. In the dim light of the lamp, Alan stared around the room.

The night may not be up yet, and actually Alan was still not sleepy.

"Don't ...."

Alan was surprised, he wanted to jump out of bed because he was surprised.

"Don't.... "

Lara's voice, yes it's Lara's.

Alan's gaze also led to the wife who slept on the sofa.

"Ja-don't hit me ...."

Alan was disturbed by Lara's scream. Samar saw his wife's pair of eyes remain asleep.

"But why is he talking?." Curious, the black pajama man went down the bed to get closer to the sofa. To know what happened to his wife.

"Sa-sick, don't hit me again ..." Dilara concocted, the woman was apparently delirious.

Alan stared at the sweat-filled face of the wife. His mouth was still stirring as if the dream he had experienced was really real.

Why her?. Why does he dream like a man in pain.

Lara is having a nightmare. One hand Alan raised, intending to touch the face to wipe the sweat or just want to wake him up. However, Alan paused after arguing with his own mind. Alan moved backwards, curled back up on the bed and only reduced the room air temperature, so that the sweat on Lara's body disappeared by itself.

Tbc.