The Charm of the Second Wife Being Filled
8. Disillusioned

"Where have you been?" dafa asked as Dilara had just set foot in the living room. The man's gaze looked sharp like a wolf in hunger, the volume of his voice rising. It was very desirable for him to tear Dilara's body apart and eat it raw without any residue.

Dilara paused her steps for a moment, stared lazily at Dafa then continued her steps back. He entered the room and got ready to take a shower.

Do you care if he says Dafa? After all, Dafa never considered her as a wife. Then why does he know where Dilara is from?

Half an hour passed, Dilara came out with a body that was fresher than before. After tidying up her hair and putting on makeup so as not to turn pale, she left the room and went into the kitchen and made coffee for Dafa.

After a few minutes, Dilara brought the coffee to the living room and put it on the table without saying a word.

"Who was that guy?" ask Dafa who this time slightly lowered his tone.

Yes, without Dilara realizing it was Dafa stalking him since leaving the factory. Who would have thought Dafa would witness the scene that made his blood suddenly boil.

"What is the behavior of a wife who already has a husband? Eating with other men in public places and at will indulging in intimacy? What do you think I am?" sergeant Dafa tried to speak well. He tried to put his emotions aside so as not to hurt Dara like yesterday.

"Repeat the coffee, then go home Mbak Mega! Now's not a good time to be here."

After saying that, Dilara moved away and went into the room. He chose to lie on the bed without caring that Dafa would throw him out again.

Suddenly Dilara's tears fell in memory of Dafa's harsh treatment yesterday. It was on the bed that Dafa hurt her, not only hurting her physique but also breaking her heart.

It felt like Dilara wanted to shout and destroy all the items in the room, but she did not have the strength to do so.

What else could she do besides cry? His heart ached, sore and crumpled like a can of stepped on drink. He was treated without any pity.

Then why is it so easy that Dafa asks what he considered? Dafa himself does not consider Dilara anyone.

"Simple..."

Dilara quickly rubbed her face, wiping away the trail of tears that soaked her cheeks to make her invisible to Dafa.

Whatever the pain, he will try to stay strong. He would not cry in front of the man.

"I want to go back to Mega's house" said Dafa who is now sitting at the side of the bed.

"Yes, go!" sahut Dilara without moving. She could not look into her husband's eyes.

"That's it?" Dafa frowned, hoping that Dilara would take him to the front.

"Hmm.." muttered Dilara without saying anything.

Dafa suddenly snorted and rubbed his face rough and ventured to touch Dilara's arm.

Suddenly Dilara's tears returned to drip, the more intense it was that made her shoulders tremble with the chest-stifling sobs. This was the first time Dafa touched her nonviolently, he did not know whether to be happy or sad about this.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to hurt you." shrewdly Dafa gripped Dilara's arm slowly.

"You're not wrong, I'm wrong for forcing my heart on you. Go, I don't want Mbak Mega to misunderstand us. I promise I'll give you back to him, you won't be tormented again to be my husband."

After saying that, Dilara curled up squeezing the bolster pillow she was hugging. His cry broke, but he deliberately bit the pillow so that Dafa would not hear his roar.

But how hard Dilara hid her pain, Dafa knew and could feel it. Seeing Dilara like this, his legs felt heavy to move.

How could he have left Dilara in this state. Dafa is really the dilemma of being in the middle of two wives as it is today. Why would he be caught in this complicated situation?

Honestly, Dafa is more comfortable in his home with Dilara. Although there was no love in his heart for his second wife, Dilara was able to give him a sense of peace. Dilara serves him like a husband, in contrast to Mega who does not consider him at all.

With an awkward feeling, Dafa inched and climbed into the bed. He rubbed Dilara's head and stroked her hair slowly.

Instead of subsiding, Dilara's cry even more so, his entire body shook withstanding the tightness. Can she embrace Dafa just once? Make it a place to lean to reduce the pain.

Obviously that is impossible, women seem to have already been considered dirty and selfish.

"Here, don't cry anymore! I regret following my anger, I promise I will not be rude again." said Dafa to calm Dilara.

"Go, it's free to regret what happened. I'm not as weak as you think, I can get what I want and I can also throw away what I don't like. Have fun with your first wife, let me think of a way to get you back to her!" isak Dilara's.

Hearing that, Dafa's chest suddenly ached as it sliced open. It was what she wanted, but somehow she felt unwilling to let Dilara go. He himself did not know why.

"Don't rush into decisions. Think carefully, do not let you regret later." said Dafa.

"The greatest regret of my life is to make you my husband, to obey the heart that ultimately destroys me. To hell with love, I'll bury that taste deeply without leaving it behind." said Dilara.

After her cries subsided, Dilara tried to get up. When he was about to get out of bed, Dafa swiftly pulled his waist. Instantly their chests clung to each other, the roar of breath of the two hunting down on each other's faces.

Dilara stares at the handsome face of Dafa, her heart racing to feel the warmth of her husband's breath.

While Dafa himself began to lose his mind to look at the puffy eyes and wet lips Dilara who was so tempting. His breath was increasingly hunting with an irregular heartbeat rhythm. It was as if there was an urge in her heart that led her to touch Dilara.

Yes, as a normal man, of course Dafa wants Dilara to channel his maleness. However, Dafa could not have asked for it under these circumstances. He had already hurt Dilara once, he did not want to hurt her again.

Dafa gripped softly on Dilara's nape with one hand, while the other hand moved on Dilara's cheek. He stroked her slowly and touched the surface of Dilara's lips with his fingertips. The look of his eyes lit up burned the increasingly tempestuous passion. Dilara also squinted at the omen ready to accept her husband.

However, Dafa did not dare to touch Dilara. He quickly put his hands away and distanced himself. That made Dilara open her eyes again, she grinned bitterly swallowing a deep disappointment.

Wherever Dafa might want to touch her, what was he thinking so shamelessly expecting the affectionate caress of a husband who did not want her at all.