The Charm of the Second Wife Being Filled
4. Trapped in the Factory

Late at night, Dafa went into the room to rest. Inevitably Dilara was forced to sleep in the living room. He curled up on the sofa while hugging himself.

Out there, the rain is getting heavier. Dilara's face began to pale, he hoped that there would be no lightning coming. She is afraid, she is phobic with lightning because of her past that was once trapped by a lightning storm when she came home from school. Luckily, there was someone who accompanied him and calmed him down at that time.

At that time Dilara was still in the first grade of SD. Suddenly came a high school boy who took shelter in front of a stall. As the lightning roared, Dilara reflex hugged the teenager. Because of pity, the teenager was holding Dilara like his own sister. She tried to calm Dilara while rubbing her head.

When the invitation came, Dilara waved her hand while smiling. The teenager returned his smile and waved at Dilara who had entered the car. Darling Dilara doesn't recognize her and doesn't know her name. He didn't get to ask anything.

After closing her eyes long enough, Dilara finally fell asleep in a curled position like a monkey child. There was no blanket or cloth wrapped around her body.

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Early in the morning, Dilara got up and got off the couch. After tying her hair, she began to clean the house and sweep it. After that mop the floor up to kinclong.

Never in her mind would a housewife like this. If he wanted to, he could have brought Dafa to live in his spacious and magnificent home. There are several servants who are ready to serve his needs.

However, Dilara does not want to depend on the wealth his father has. She wants to live independently and enjoy the fruits of her husband's labor.

After the house was clean and tidy, Dilara rushed to the kitchen to prepare breakfast. He used whatever materials were in the refrigerator.

An hour later, Dilara had finished arranging his cooking on the dining table. After that he rushed to take a shower and got ready to go to the factory. I don't know what he wants there, which is clear he must concern himself so that the turmoil of his heart is slightly reduced.

"Eat a lot, Mom. I went to the factory first" Dilara wrote on a piece of paper and put it on the dinner table, then Dilara left the house without breakfast and said goodbye.

Since deciding to get married and live with Dafa, Dilara completely abandoned her luxury. He came to the house with only one suitcase of clothes and a motor matic. The motorbike became his friend when he went and came home from the factory.

Arriving at the factory, Dilara busily checked every production room and checked important files on financial data, production quantities, outgoing goods and market demand. He deliberately took over the task from the first moment he saw Dafa.

While busy checking the file in his room, suddenly a message notification came in on his phone. Dilara glanced at the mobile phone and found the name Mega on the lighted screen.

"Don't forget tomorrow Monday, take Dafa to my house!" that's the message Mega wrote for Dilara.

"Yes Ma'am, I won't forget." type Dilara and send her.

"Good, my monthly money don't forget!" write Mega again.

"Okay Ma'am, I'll send you monthly money every tenth. Ma'am just wait, I will not break the promise." type Dilara again and immediately send it.

After sending the message, Mega did not reply to him again. Dilara put her cell phone back on the table and breathed as much air as possible.

It felt like Dilara's sacrifice was not worth what he got, but how else, this was already a risk that he had to bear.

"Excuse me Miss" said a female employee who suddenly appeared from behind the door.

"Yes, come in!" answer Dilara kindly.

"No, I'm not hungry yet" Dilara replied. Actually not hungry yet but his taste that does not exist. The thought of making his appetite disappear instantly, even though he had not had time to eat from the morning.

"Alright, then excuse me." said the woman and left Dilara's room.

Dilara just smiled at the back of the woman who began to disappear from her sight.

After all her work was done, Dilara chose to lie on the sofa. The cold shadow of Dafa flashed through his mind again. How to conquer her husband's heart?

Long enough to dissolve in his thinking, Dilara finally fell asleep without knowing the time. Until the working hours were over he was still sleeping so soundly.

It was getting dark out there, while the guards had already locked the factory and the entrance gate. No one realized that Dilara was still inside the building.

At about seven o'clock in the evening Dilara woke up and got ready to go home without looking at the clock. Arriving outside, he gawked at the already deserted factory, there was no one inside.

"Where is everyone?" batin Dilara stared confusedly in all directions, then he took out a cell phone from inside the bag.

"Gosh, it's seven o'clock." muttered Dilara with round eyes staring at her phone screen. He rushed to the exit, but unfortunately the door could not be opened from the inside.

"Please... Open door!" shouted Dilara asking for help, he banged on the iron door but no one could hear him. The factory guard had already returned to the tenement house that was back there.

"Whoever, please help me get out of here!" lirih Dilara shed tears. He sat down lethargic while bending his legs and hugging his knees tightly. He was scared, he was afraid of being alone. Moreover, the sound of rain was clearly heard through the metal roof covering the top of the factory.

"Duarrr..."

"Well..."

A sudden thunderous sound broke Dilara's eardrum. His screams also boomed following the sound of thunder that was unceasingly grabbed.

"Duarrr..."

"Mas Dafa.." cried Dilara who was reflexively calling her husband's name. Dilara's face turned pale with quivering lips, her entire body trembling with sweat pouring down her forehead.

"Mas, help me! I'm afraid," isak Dilara as he pleased with his faithful hand covering his earlobe.

"Gag!"

The lights suddenly went out because of the heavy rain and the wind that blew very fast, while the sound of lightning ceaselessly flowed in Dilara's ears.

In the gripping darkness, Dilara turned on the flashlight through her phone, she curled up to embrace herself with tears that kept breaking.

After almost two hours, the rain did not stop and the lights did not turn on. While the Dilara phone battery is only ten percent left.

"Mas, I'm here. Help me!" muttered Dilara with breath choked in the throat. His chest started to cramp and his head suddenly felt dizzy. Shortly after her cell phone flashlight died, Dilara was lying weakly unconscious.