The Charm of the Second Wife Being Filled
13. Worrying

Although in a state of shock, Dilara still took the time to cook for breakfast this morning. She knows as a wife she can't shirk her responsibilities.

After cooking, Dilara rushed to clean up and put on neat clothes as usual. Today he wants to go home to the Aerospace residence, he needs time to think and calm down.

"I'm leaving" said Dilara to Dafa who was sitting at the dinner table.

"Breakfast first" bargained for Dafa, then rose from his seat. He grabbed Dilara's hand and grasped it tightly.

"I'm not hungry" Dilara replied staring lazily at Dafa. "Tonight I'll be home a little late, or maybe not at all" Dilara said, pulling her hand from Dafa's grasp.

"Dila, don't be like this! I'm sorry for everything that happened, I'm sorry. Please give me one chance to improve myself." Dafa said with a pleading gaze. He knew he had made a fatal mistake on Dilara, but after all he was just an ordinary human being who could have gotten out of control when hit by a storm of anger.

"No need to apologize repeatedly, I've forgiven you but not with my heart. I don't know when this pain will heal, I don't know. It is possible that forever this wound will never dry up" Dilara said with great emphasis, hoping that Dafa could digest his words well.

"Dila.." said Dafa, he tried to touch Dilara's cheek but the woman quickly threw away her face. He did not want to be touched with the dirty hands of Dafa that had slapped him.

"Remember Mas, Dilara who loves you is dead. She's buried with the pain and hurt you created yourself." press Dilara with a slanted grin that moves around the corner of her lips. Dilara also swung her legs after that, leaving Dafa who suddenly stared at the thought word for word that Dilara had thrown just now.

"Rubber..."

Dafa raised his fist on the dining table shortly after Dilara moved away from the look in his eyes. The dishes and glasses lying on the table shook causing a noise.

"Aakhs..."

Dafa shouted hysterically as he squeezed his hair and grabbed it roughly. He had completely lost his mind thinking about how to melt Dilara's already frozen heart. Even the ice blocks could still melt but why did Dilara's heart turn so hard like this?

So in the wounds that he has inflicted on Dilara's heart? Why is it so hard to convince this woman?

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"Morning, Mbok." said Dilara to the domestic assistant who has been devoted decades in the Dirgantara residence. The middle-aged woman was coolly watering the plants so as not to wither like Dilara's love.

"The morning, uh, Non-Dila's home?" sahut Mbok Darmi who seemed surprised to catch the arrival of the daughter only wayang his employer. He put a slang on the ground, both of them hugging like teletubbies.

Yes, since the death of Dilara's mother, Mbok Darmi was the one who played an important role in maintaining and raising Dilara until now. She was able to replace the figure of a mother and devote an abundant affection to Dilara. Moreover, Mbok Darmi did not have any children, so Dilara was like a child himself for him.

"Hehehe... How are you, Mbok?" tanya Dilara after releasing Mbok Darmi from his embrace.

"Good, Non. Non Dila himself how? Why alone? Non-where's husband?" mbok Darmi cerca. The woman frowned when she saw no one with Dilara. He was actually curious to see the Dafa figure that made Dilara so infatuated.

"Mas Dafa is in the factory, there's a lot of work that he has to finish" Dilara replied according to what came to his mind, he couldn't possibly say what happened to Mbok Darmi.

"Yes, Dila went in first. Mbok don't be too soybean, remember to keep your health!" added Dilara, then left the park and walked into the house.

Arriving in her private room, Dilara threw her sling bag onto the sofa. He then threw his body on the bed and began to close his eyes. Sleeping might help him forget the pain in his heart for a moment.

And sure enough, in just a matter of minutes Dilara went straight into his dreamland. Forget all the worries that shackle him and his feelings.

While at the factory there, Dafa's eyes rolled wildly combing every corner of the parking lot but did not see Dilara's motor everywhere. His blood suddenly rippled with his heart racing thinking of where Dilara had gone.

She thought Dilara was saying goodbye to coming to the factory but it turned out that she misinterpreted.

Where did Dilara go?

In a hurry, Dafa entered the factory and went straight to Dilara's room. He was increasingly convinced that Dilara was not in the factory after seeing Dilara's empty room leaping.

Where's his wife? Dafa's water instantly shrank, he began to worry about Dilara saying nothing to him.

Is it possible that Dilara went home to Dirgantara? But I don't know, Dafa himself doesn't know the answer.

Given the new clock showing at ten o'clock in the morning, Dafa was forced to forget Dilara's stuff for a moment. He should get back to work as he should.

Although Dafa's hands and eyes were focused on the machine he was controlling, his mind and heart were elsewhere. His concentration broke when he could not get Dilara out of his mind.

"Where are you, Dila?" inner Dafa who again worried about his second wife. It was noon but Dilara's nose was not visible in her eyes.

Did Dilara deliberately avoid her? It is possible, many times Dilara said he wanted to separate but Dafa did not want to obey him.

While at the Dirgantara residence, Dilara just got up and came down for lunch. His stomach was hungry after half a day of fasting.

It just so happened that Mbok Darmi had just finished cooking for her. Dilara did not waste the opportunity and immediately ate his food.

For a moment Dilara's mood felt a little peaceful without thinking about the man who had blatantly planted a thorn in her chest, sowing seeds of hatred that rained down on her heart.

Maybe it's better like this. For what he took pains to think of a husband who did not even want himself at all.

"Where are you going, Mbok? Dila had not seen Papa," asked Dilara to Mbok Darmi who had eaten with him. The two sat at the same table without distinguishing their social status.

"Papa Non no business out of town, maybe the day after the new return." replied Mbok Darmi.

"Hm... Though Dila kangen loh same Papa," said Dilara a little disappointed. But how else, Dirgantara has so many busy so that his time at home can be calculated with fingers. He spends more time outside with other businesses he runs.