The Charm of the Second Wife Being Filled
14. Jealous

At about eight p.m., Dilara's motorbike arrived in front of the Dafa residence. After turning off the machine, Dilara entered the house without caring about Dafa who was waiting on the terrace.

Almost an hour Dafa sat out there waiting for Dilara's return, but when he got home, Dilara didn't even look at him at all. Dafa also smiled bitterly at Dilara's cold attitude that was becoming more and more.

Now he understood what it was like to be Dilara, this was how tormented it was when someone who was waiting even thought of himself as a statue.

Dafa also rubbed his face with a breath that sounded very heavy.

"Where have you been?" ask Dafa who has arrived in the room following Dilara. He asked as gently as possible so as not to cause a debate between them.

"Road around," Dilara replied coldly with a flat expression like a blackboard.

"Where to walk?" dafa asked again, he was not satisfied with Dilara's reply just now.

"Finding pleasure that I cannot find in this house." said Dilara casually without hesitation, he spoke without seeing Dafa.

"Are you happy?" Dafa asked again. Although he actually wanted to get angry, but he tried to suppress it. It is better to learn to fix yourself than to engage in emotions.

"Very," Dilara replied grinning, then picked up a pillow and brought it to the living room. His eyes were very sleepy, he just wanted to sleep because he was lazy to serve Dafa.

"Dila, wait!" cheers of Dafa, dear Dilara did not care at all.

After lying on the sofa, Dilara was stunned for a while. I don't know where this housewife she's gonna take?

It felt like Dilara wanted to go as far as possible, but before that she wanted their status to be clearly ended. Dilara does not want to carry the burden in her heart, if she leaves it means she must move on from Dafa. He did not want to be bound in this falsehood for too long.

Long spotting in his own thinking, Dilara finally fell asleep. Dafa who had just come out of the room looked at him with a clouded look.

Dafa doesn't know how to convince Dilara that she really wants to improve their household.

Dafa doesn't want a divorce, he will try to keep their household as strong as he can.

Then Dafa bent his legs on the floor and folded his hands on the side of the sofa. He was unceasingly staring at the innocent face of Dilara who was only a few inches away with his face.

The instant her heart slipped, she was puffed up looking at the smooth cheeks of Dilara who had once felt a loud slap from her. What kind of husband is she? But he hurt the body of a woman who has sacrificed a lot to get her love.

Dafa knows there is nothing wrong with that love. Who knows where someone's heart will dock, it's just that Dilara came in an improper situation.

If Dilara had entered her life earlier, it probably wouldn't have happened like this.

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The morning comes along with the chicken cigarette that began to kick out there. Dilara woke up and gasped at the face of Dafa that was so close to her.

Slowly Dilara rose from the bed, then rubbed her eyes and shook her eyes and pegged the deep face of Dafa who slept in a sitting position.

But, what did he think of that man for? Want to sleep in the same position though, Dilara will not care. Fuck that rude husband.

Then Dilara left the living room and went into the bathroom, she washed her face and brushed her teeth first. After that it enters the kitchen and brews tea for itself.

After the tea was finished, Dilara sat at the dinner table sipping the tea slowly while enjoying a piece of fresh bread smeared with chocolate jam. From today on he will not show his weakness in front of Dafa, nor will he want to bother about their relationship.

After feeling quite stuck in the stomach, Dilara also chose to take a shower and get ready to go to the factory. Today the appearance is a little different, Dilara who usually likes to wear shirts and jeans, now switch with a slightly feminine fashion. She wore a knee-length dress with a slightly protruding cleavage, then coated it with a cardigan and wore pansus shoes.

After Dilara's departure, Dafa awoke from his sleep. Her eyes were perfectly rounded when she did not find Dilara on the sofa. He got up in a hurry and entered the room looking for Dilara's whereabouts, unfortunately he could not find his wife's nostrils.

"Dila.." Dafa cheers combed through the bathroom, then continued into the kitchen. Still, he couldn't find Dilara anywhere.

"Has he been to the factory? This half?" dafa looked at the clock hanging on the wall, the clock only showed at seven in the morning.

Not wanting to be so bad, Dafa quickly entered the bathroom. He cleaned himself up as fast as lightning and quickly put on a work uniform.

Without filling his stomach, Dafa rushed out of the house and started the motorcycle. He immediately gas-fired to the factory which was fifteen minutes away from home.

"Hows it? Have you decided?" ask a man who is sitting in front of Dilara. The hands of the two clasped each other on the table of a breakfast stall.

"Come on," Dilara shook her head with a soft look. He had not been able to make up his mind because Dafa himself had not dropped his talaq on him.

Yes, Dilara plans to join Fandi to Singapore. His cousin was a doctor who had been on duty for about two years.

After tomorrow Fandi has to arrive in Singapore, his leave will end in three days. It caused concern in Dilara's heart, she wanted to go with Fandi but her heart still wanted to be with Dafa.

How hard Dilara tried to avoid Dafa, still his heart was not ready to separate. Why did he have to get caught up in this deep feeling? It is difficult to hate him even if the treatment of Dafa can no longer be tolerated.

"Yes, don't force it. Just follow your heart, don't be sorry after the breakup!" said Fandi reassured Dilara, she then pinched Dilara's cheek and scrambled her original hair.

No one realized that their meeting was discovered by Dafa.

When heading to the factory, Dafa's eyes accidentally caught the existence of a Dilara motorcycle parked in front of a stall.

Curious, Dafa also stopped the speed of his motorbike not far from the stall. He got down and walked into the shop.

Although they could not hear what they were talking about, Dafa could clearly see how the man treated Dilara. Grasping hands, pinching cheeks and shuffling hair, the sight really made Dafa wrathful with tightly clenched hands until his knuckles turned white. Dafa's eyes were reddened by the burning flames of jealousy.

"Based on hypocritical women! Is this how you love me, huh? Saying love to me but making out with another man."

It was very desirable for Dafa to approach the two and say that to Dilara, but that remark only muttered in his heart. He is unlikely to drop Dilara's pride in a public place that is crowded with visitors like this. He also could not possibly embarrass himself.

Finally Dafa turned around and quickly left the place. He returned home and abandoned his intention to come to the factory. The spirit of Dafa's life disappeared as disappointment lodged in his heart. He had not expected Dilara to act this far.