The Charm of the Second Wife Being Filled
11. Don't Go

The night Mega got a call from someone she didn't know, the man contacted her via Dafa's mobile phone. Because there is a name that says my wife, then the man spontaneously contacted Mega.

He told Mega that Dafa was in a bar. Dafa is heavily drunk and very difficult to control. He raved indistinctly while occasionally crying, after which laughing like a madman then raging like a possessed person. The man asked Mega to pick up her husband.

After the phone was cut, Mega immediately contacted Dilara. He asked Dilara to pick Dafa up to the place, he was busy with his friends and did not have time to take care of such trifles.

After Dilara agreed to her request, Mega ended the call without further ado.

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"Excuse me, someone called me earlier, he said my husband made a tantrum in this place. Is that true?" ask Dilara to a waiter after entering the bar.

"Oh, what are you called Mega?" asked the waiter paying attention to Dilara's fairly simple appearance.

"Yes," nods Dilara, inevitably he is forced to confess that he is Mega. He just wanted to get Dafa out of that place as soon as possible, he didn't like being there for too long.

"Come, come with me!" take the waiter, and bring Dilara to Dafa who is lying on a sofa. "That's your husband," the waiter pointed at the sofa that Dafa was sleeping on.

"I'm sorry for my husband's behavior." Dilara cupped her hands in front of her chest while bowing her back. "Did this place suffer the loss of my husband?" added Dilara, who knows Dafa has caused chaos that made the bar suffer losses.

"No, just broke one glass and it doesn't matter" replied the waiter.

"Alright, thanks again for the help."

After saying that Dilara quickly approached Dafa. "Mas, get up, we go home now yeah!" bring Dilara along while patting Dafa on the cheek. The man opened his eyes slowly and smiled at Dilara's arrival.

"I don't want to go home, just let me be here" Dafa replied in a hoarse voice and his eyes looked puffy.

"Mas, this is a public place. If you want to sleep at home, I will take Mas home to Mbak Mega." continued Dilara persuaded.

Hearing that name, Dafa suddenly smiled bitterly. Why did he have to go home to his first wife? He was not expected there, he would rather go home to his house that Dilara occupied.

"No way," the Dafa bell breathed a heavy breath.

"Then what does he want? Don't embarrass yourself, there's a lot of people here." Dilara began to wonder how to persuade her husband.

"Just go back to our house" said Dafa with a weakened voice and a blurred look.

"But tonight is still the quota of Mbak Mega Mas, do not complicate me. I don't want Mbak Mega to misunderstand me" Dilara reminded.

"Yes, I'm here." said Dafa who closed his eyes again.

"Yes, yes, we go home. Come here, let me help!" forced to obey Dilara and quickly bend his back, he also memapah Dafa died bar.

Then the two of them took an online taxi that Dilara accidentally ordered while at home earlier. He knew it was impossible to bring Dafa home on a motorbike, which would be very dangerous for both of them.

"Well Non," after answering, the driver immediately drove his car combing the highway.

Along the way Dilara just silently gripped the streets, his heart pounding as Dafa's face sank in his chest. But Dilara couldn't do anything, Dafa hugged her tightly as if he didn't want to let go.

Half an hour later, the car stopped in the yard, both down with the help of the driver who had already stepped on the ground.

"Thank you, sir." said Dilara, then gave money to pay the taxi fare and then memapah Dafa enter the house and go straight to the room.

Dilara laid Dafa on the bed and straightened his legs, then took a cloth and drenched it with water to wipe away Dafa's sweat.

Slowly Dilara sat on the edge of the bed, wiping Dafa's face and down his neck, and wiping her husband's palms and legs with pity.

Dilara's eyes suddenly glazed over, her heart breaking as she watched the deep face of Dafa still faithfully close her eyes. She was really in a dilemma, she actually did not want to part but that was the only way for Dafa to escape this suffering.

"Hiks..." Dilara swept her face quickly and got up from the side of the bed.

"Don't go!" muttered Dafa while holding Dilara's hand and then pulling her closer. Dafa was afraid that Dilara would actually leave after seeing a suitcase in the living room earlier.

Yes, before Mega called earlier, Dilara was about to get out of the house but she was forced to abandon her intentions because she was worried about Dafa.

"Mas, please let me go! It's over, "dillara pulled her hand from Dafa's grasp, but Dafa instead yanked it so hard that Dilara's body fell to her chest.

"Don't do this to me, please don't dump me like this!" Dafa clutched Dilara's nape and pulled her until Dilara's head fell over her face.

"Mas, you're drunk. You don't realize, let go of me!" pinta Dilara pleaded with a clouded look to hold back the tears that were about to fall.

"No Dila, I'm not drunk. I'm aware of what I'm saying." Dafa twisted his body quickly, now his position was above Dilara's body.

"Mas... Mmph..."

Dilara fell silent as Dafa's lips clung to her. Dafa melu*mattya softly while grasping ten fingers Dilara tightly. His breath was increasingly hunting when he felt how sweet the lips of his second wife was. Dafa even lightly stuck his tongue into Dilara's mouth and ransacked the contents inside.

"M-Mas.." muttered Dilara with great difficulty but Dafa did not care at all. He just kept wiping Dilara's lips and twisting her tongue.

When feeling tight, Dafa stopped his action for a moment and put their noses together.

"Please don't go!" pinta Dafa begged Dilara for the umpteenth time not to leave. He then dropped down beside Dilara and hugged her tightly then twisted Dilara's body so as not to get away from her.

Both Dafa's hands were coiled around Dilara's stomach while his legs were crossed on his wife's thigh. Slowly his eyes began to shut, a little snoring escaped from his mouth.

Dilara can only be silent like a statue because its movement has been restricted. His heart was filled to see the pitiful deep face of Dafa.

How'this? What should I do after this? Go carry his heart wound or hold on and keep hurting each other? Dilara does not know how to end this household crisis.