Secret Marriage
Chapter 5 Secret Marriage

Pov Zian's

Living a secret marriage like this is not my wish, somehow Dila my wife wants our relationship to be kept secret, I just obey her wish, as long as she is always there for me that is enough.

This marriage is only known by my brother, indeed I said to Dila if I marry him because I want to earn the shares and inheritance of parents. Moreover, I really hate my brother-in-law, my brother's husband, I don't want my parents' property to be owned by my sister-in-law, Mas Tyo. I hated her so much that I forbade Dila from being in contact with my sister and her husband. For me, it is not a good thing if Dila is close to them even though they are family.

But other than that I had other reasons, I wanted to help Dila, I saw her when I went to my colleague's office. And once I accidentally met Dila on the street, when she was looking for a ride to the hospital, she was about to take her mother to the hospital. At that time he was probably so panicked that he didn't notice me, even though I had taken him to the hospital. When I saw her beautiful face, worried about her mother's condition, I wanted to calm her down, but I knew it was impossible.

The meeting with Dila had actually happened a long time ago. The first time I saw him was when I just lost my parents. Dila was just a teenager. I saw Dila crying because she was ridiculed by her friends because her father left her. At that time I helped him by evicting his friends. I saw a sad face and my eyes Dila, for some reason my heart skipped a beat faster when I saw her.

The look in his eyes made me hypnotized and wanted to have it!

From then on I secretly watched Dila, I found out all about her, and two years ago I found out that she was in trouble for taking care of her mother. Covet's beloved granddaughter has arrived! 

Dila was in a cornered position and had no way out of the cost to her mother, and at that time I offered her to marry me.

As I thought, he wanted to marry me, but I never thought about the terms he proposed, he wanted our relationship to be kept secret. For the sake of the smoothness of my intentions, I also agree.

That's how I got Dila, I can't tell her that I put my heart on her since I first met many years ago. I think gradually Dila will like it too.

There are other things that make me curious, somehow Dila never told me if she was taking care of her mother, she also did not say if the money I gave for her mother's expenses. Since Dila had no intention of telling me, then I pretended not to know. I'll wait for him to tell me himself.

I gave her my ATM, I thought she would use it for her personal needs, but for two years of marriage, she never used my money for her needs. He was still wearing simple clothes, I saw all the things he was wearing. Be it bags, shoes or jewelry.

Until I bought it myself. I bought him various imported clothes, bags and others. I want Dila to enjoy her life. But Dila often told me, "don't be too nice to me!"

Oh Dila, if I could, I'd like to give you the whole world and its contents if you want.

I realized that Dila was not a matre girl like big sister said, Dila is an honest girl. She used all this time only my money for her mother. This made me feel more at her heart.

Besides, Dila is also good at being, in front of me she always teases me like a woman****** who is hungry for money. But I do know that he's just doing a show. Dila did all of that just for her mother's sake.

I want Dila to tell me the truth. I feel sorry for him if he has to look like he's my love slave, but I can't afford to keep him open to me.

Ambiguous answer, right?

I want Dila to tell me her feelings, because it's strange for me to have lived with me for two years but she doesn't love me one bit. 

And because of this, I deliberately made Dila jealous, I wanted her to be annoyed to see me close to another woman. I acted as if I was close to another woman.Instead of seeing her jealous, instead she made me upset because she was now close to the doctor who took care of her mother.

And this is what I hate about myself the most, if I get upset with Dila, I'll treat her badly in bed. I fucked him up rough. I treated him like he was a lifeless thing. 

When I'm done I always feel sorry, want me to apologize but these lips feel hard to say. I know he's mad at me, but he always looks like his sweet smile in front of me as if I never hurt him.

Like tonight, Dila turned her back on me after I finished having sex with her, I saw her shoulders shaking, I was sure she was crying, but I didn't know how to behave.

"Dila?" call slowly.

"What's wrong?" he answered without looking at me.

"Are you okay?" my many.

"Can I rest?" ask Dila. His voice sounded raucous.

"Yes." Yeah."

And the next morning Dila acted as usual, preparing my breakfast and needs. Not to forget her sweet smile was also always in front of me. Oh Dila, what is your heart doing? Why don't you rebel or scold me?

My plan to marry her wanted to give her the happiness that had been taken from her life. Give whatever deserves to be his. I wanted to get him out of the difficulties of life he had experienced since childhood.

But I did bring wounds for him. My arrogant and rude attitude often hurt her. The soul mauoin ragaannya. Even I have a secret, a secret that until now I never told Dila about who her father was, even though I already knew it. I'm waiting for the right moment, maybe when her mom gets back to health.

Dila, wait for me!

I will correct my attitude towards you, I will also give you all your lost rights. But please just once Dila, tell me if you love me!