The Charm of the Second Wife Being Filled
3. Patience Without Boundaries

At two o'clock in the afternoon Dilara arrived home. Finding Dafa sitting in the living room, Dilara approached her and greeted her and kissed her husband on the back.

"Siang Mas, have you eaten yet?" tanya Dilara carved a smile.

"Went anywhere? It's just coming home at this hour" Dafa snapped without answering Dilara's question. It made Dilara smile bitterly with slightly glazed eyes.

Without answering, Dilara immediately turned around and left just like that. He did not want to argue which would later lead to a fight between them.

Dilara put her bag on the dining table, then rolled up the sleeves of the shirt she was wearing and went into the kitchen preparing food. He knew Dafa had not eaten after seeing the dining table that was still neat without traces of food or dirty dishes.

Half an hour later, Dilara arranged her cooking on the dining table. He immediately prepared a plate and filled it with rice then walked towards the living room calling Dafa.

"Mas, eat yuk first!" bring Dilara from a distance of approximately two meters. She did not dare to approach Dafa, fearing that her husband would act rudely to her again.

Without replying, Dafa immediately rose from his seat while looking at Dilara with a frightening glare then sat down at the dining table and ate his food without making a sound. Dilara followed and sat beside him without eating anything. His eyes focused on Dafa who looked very handsome while chewing the food that filled his mouth.

If only Dafa would have looked at her a little, she would have been so happy and screamed so loud and said that she loved her husband so much.

But it was just an illusion. There was no way Dafa would want to see her as a wife after what she did to get it.

After finishing the food on his plate, Dafa left without saying anything. Never mind praising Dilara's cooking, just looking at her Dafa was very lazy.

"It's okay, Dilara, you're a strong woman. Hold all this pain alone, this is the price you have to pay for cheating to get it." Dilara inner self-reinforcing.

What is angry for? Dafa is innocent, he is only a victim of Dilara's ambition and the greed of his first wife.

After filling the stomach, Dilara tidied the dining table and brought dirty dishes to the kitchen and washed them. After that he went into the room flexing his muscles that felt stiff. Not only physically tired but also tired.

Is Dilara capable of having a cold marriage like this? Or will he give up before he gets the heart of Dafa?

I don't know, only God knows how this relationship will continue. He is also the one who can turn the hearts of men.

"Who told you to lie here, huh?" snapped at Dafa shortly after setting foot inside the room. His eyes were round and reddened to see Dilara who was sitting on her bed.

"Mas.." - Wirred Dilara with a wailing look.

"Down!" hardik Dafa raised the volume of his voice.

Dilara smiled bitterly and lowered her feet from the bed. It felt like he wanted to get angry but his strength was not enough to do so.

After her two feet stepped on the floor, Dilara quickly walked through Dafa and left the room feeling erratic.

Let alone touching the person, touching the mattress is not allowed.

Then Dilara left the house and sat in the yard, just below the tree that grew shady. Dilara rests his back on a wooden bench located there.

"Do I have to give up so soon? It's too hard to live, but I also don't want to part with Mas Dafa. So his wife alone is enough to make me happy." murmured Dilara while looking up to the sky. Slowly his eyes began to close and fell asleep so tired.

It didn't feel like it was getting any darker and Dilara was still fast asleep. Even the falling rain seemed like a blanket to him. He slept better with wet clothes on his body.

"Excuse me" said a man who accidentally saw a woman sleeping on the bench. The man patted Dilara and ventured to pat her arm.

Dilara flinched and opened her eyes wide. "Who are you?" dilara asked in fear while distancing herself from the man.

"Don't be afraid, I'm a citizen here. I'm going to the stall to buy coffee, but I accidentally saw you here. Why sleep outside? The rain is heavy, later you can get sick" said the man in his soft voice.

"Oh, sorry. I fell asleep earlier," said Dilara. "Then thank you, I go in first." added Dilara cupped her hands in front of her chest.

"Please!" sahut the man, then left Dilara alone.

Dilara rubbed her wet face and walked into the house. Inside he quickly cleaned himself and put on clean clothes.

Seeing the clock showing at seven o'clock in the evening, Dilara rushed into the kitchen and prepared dinner. After that he called Dafa to eat together.

Just like this afternoon, Dafa never once looked at him and was even engrossed in his food. It seemed like Dilara's presence was completely worthless in his eyes.

Because Dafa was silent, Dilara did not dare to open her voice. Let Dafa eat his food voraciously, Dilara felt she had no right to disturb him.

After dinner, Dafa again left the dinner table without a word. Dilara smiled bitterly and continued eating.

After her stomach was full, Dilara rushed to tidy the dining table and washed the dirty dishes. After that he left the kitchen and confused where to go.

To sit in the living room, there is Dafa. Going to the room, he was afraid of being kicked out again like that. Finally Dilara chose to stay in the dining room, he sat at the bottom of the floor which was only a mat.

Not long ago, Dilara's phone suddenly rang which turned out to be a call from Dirgantara. Soon Dilara ran to the kitchen and shifted the green button and spoke to the papa who was at the end there.

"Yes Pa" Dilara said shortly after the call was connected.

"Well, how are you, son?" ask Dirgantara.

"Well, how is Pa, Papa?" answer Dilara with a question.

"Papa's good, son. How's your wedding going? Did Dafa treat you badly?" tanya Dirgantara curious.

"No Pa, Mas Dafa is very good with Dila. Papa don't have to think about it, Dila is happy because Pa." lied Dilara, he didn't want Dirgantara to know what really happened with their marriage. Dilara did not want to burden the papa with his problems. Isn't that his choice? So he had to endure it himself.

"You sure?" The air tried to make sure.

"Yes Pa, Dila's sure. It's a long time ago Pa, Mas Dafa asked to make coffee. Please close it first yes," Dilara's alibi, she couldn't hold back her tears after hearing the Aerospace voice. He didn't want his father to hear him cry.

"Dear, greetings to Dafa" said Dirgantara.

"Yes Pa, Dila will convey. Dah Papa," said Dilara while turning off the phone quickly. His throat felt full of tears that began to fall soaked his cheeks.

"I'm sorry Dila, Pa. Dila was forced to lie, Dila did not want Papa to hate Mas Dafa. Dila loved him very much, Dila only wanted Mas Dafa. Why is this love so painful? It feels like dying to endure this feeling. Did Dila just die to get everything back to how it was?" isak Dilara squeezed her chest which felt very painful. Half his life was like drifting through so much pain he endured this feeling.