Trapped by Love The Dishwasher
Help Me

The long night has been replaced with a day that shows a bright morning atmosphere. The morning sunlight had already pierced through the spacious room space on the second floor of a luxurious house.

Arzan squirms, feeling disturbed by the appearance of the sun whose light has penetrated his room through a large window whose curtain he has opened since dawn.

Finished carrying out his dawn duties, drowsiness attacked again. Arzan could not resist until he finally wrestled back under a thick blanket on his king size bed.

No one dared to wake him, until finally he himself woke up with a wrinkled face because it turned out that morning was approaching.

Not without reason he felt heavy drowsiness after dawn. Last night he just came out about two o'clock in the morning from his study.

Arzan, who had managed to collect his life, had not been seen to be moving from his bed. It was a blanket that covered part of his body with one hand.

With her body still stretched out, she folded both hands and kept them under her head as a pillow.

His eyes stared at the plain white room ceiling. The shadow of last night's events returned to his memory. Both corners of her lips lifted as she recalled all the series of events that had happened between her and Tiara last night.

"Sir...." Tiara held Arzan's chest slightly away after removing her pagutan. But again Arzan repeated it again, it turns out he only gave a short pause for himself and Tiara took a breath.

"Tu.." Tiara's mouth was again silenced for the next time, Arzan continued to attack him. He did not give Tiara a chance to finish each of his sentences.

Tiara also resigned to what her husband did. Many times she tried to escape from her husband's confinement but her power was far less great.

Tiara was already lying resignedly on the soft sofa in Arzan's study. The actual sofa only fits one person if it is used for the supine lying position. But somehow it turns out that the sofa is now inhabited by two people who spill each other's feelings in their hearts.

"Sir..you ..." Tiara began to speak clearly after Arzan was satisfied with what he was doing.

Arzan pulled Tiara back into a sitting position and they sat face to face with gazes that were still clashing against each other.

"I told you, don't call me sir. I am your husband" whispered Arzan in Tiara's ear, causing him to crumble for a moment. Arzan again run the action enjoying pink lips that are like a magnet that makes him always interested in wanting to spice it up.

"Sir, why are you doing this?" tiara asked in a voice as if stuck in the throat due to her husband's attack,

"Why? am I not worthy of you?" Arzan asked casually, a smile that looked scary to Tiara on his lips.

"But I'm afraid...." Tiara paused her speech, she stared in the beautiful netra of Arzan that only this time she could enjoy so ngo. Arzan's face was so close to his,

"Fear what is heumm...?" asked Arzan, he gently rubbed Tiara's cheeks that had been blushing since earlier, his fingers down every curve of Tiara's face with tenderness. His gaze did not change from a legitimate woman to his wife for quite a long time,

"I'm afraid I can't help but fall in love with master" Tiara replied slowly, she lowered her head slightly as her face was getting hotter right now after saying that

As a normal adult woman, she admitted that her heart was so longed for the figure who was now right in front of her, lying if she was not interested. Whoever the woman will certainly not be able to resist the charm of this one childless widower.

"What if you fall in love with me? you haven't loved me all this time?" Arzan was still at home landing his hand on that pure white face,

How can she be confident if Arzan will love her, several times she seemed to be given hope because of her husband's sweet attitude but was again dropped by reality if Arzan only thought of her as Qiana's nanny.

Degs.....Arzan felt slapped with a series of sentences that came out of the tiny lips of Tiara, lips that he had enjoyed since but now said a sentence that was quite striking his heart.

"I...." Arzan turned his face away, he lowered his hand from Tiara's cheek and leaned his body on the back of the sofa slightly away from the girl's position.

"I know mister, I am a halal woman to be touched by mister. I will accept if you want it because I realize as a husband's wife is everything. I am proud to have given what I have always kept to my halal men, even though I don't know what you feel when you touch me" tiara's remark again made Arzan's chest feel tight, as bad as he was as a husband treating his wife.

"I'm jealous!" said Arzan firmly,

Tiara looked up at her face, her eyes staring back at Arzan looking for the meaning of what her husband said.

"I'm jealous. I'm jealous to know you were there for three days yesterday with Kemal. I was jealous to see Nathan approaching you with a look of adoration, and I was jealous when your ex-boyfriend came back to you because he regretted leaving you" Arzan explained at length, he finally brushed off his ego. The feeling in his heart was already too stirring, unable to bear it any longer.

"Do you think I love you because I'm jealous?" asked Arzan to Tiara who was only dumbfounded to hear all the confessions of Arzan.

Just this time she heard her husband talking quite a lot to her, what she was talking about was his feelings for her. Tiara stared, gasping at everything Arzan said.

"From now on I ask never to be close or interact deliberately again with them, I do not want to" continued Arzan made Tiara more gasp, his tongue was not able to say a single word.

"Sir... i.." Tiara's speech paused again,

"I'm sorry for my treatment all along. I realized that I had indeed been caught up in the sincere love that a dishwasher girl had given to my daughter. And from tonight please share your sincere love for Qiana with me" Arzan said with a look of hope, the image of a famous Arzan cold and firm is completely lost tonight.

"But sir..what about Miss Mitha?" Tiara sighed pausing her words, she stared at Arzan who did not respond to anything as he mentioned his late wife's name.

"As long as you have not been able to treat the trauma of Miss Mitha's departure, as long as you are not at peace with the past, I will never be able to occupy the space of your heart. Because master did not give the slightest gap for me to enter it"

"Master, it's not your body that needs to be conquered but your trauma that needs to be extinguished. As long as the master does not forgive the master's past, the master will continue to hurt anyone who loves the master "Tiara continued speaking calmly and tenderly.

"Give me some time, and help me" said Arzan steadily, he looked at Tiara with my eyes. Slowly her hands moved reaching for the chin brooch of Tiara's hijab,

Arzan took off the brooch with one hand, one hand the other then stretched out to open the veil covering Tiara's head.

Since marriage, Arzan has not seen Tiara remove her headscarf. It is not without reason that Tiara did so, Arzan's attitude that restricts his privacy and states that Tiara was only married to take care of her daughter makes Tiara reluctant to show her crown to Arzan. He always took good care of her.

Arzan stared at Tiara without a blink, the hijab that Tiara was wearing had been perfectly detached. Now featuring thick black hair that is tied high makes the neck of his wife's smooth level perfectly exposed.

"And help me to forget my past and let go of my guilt from tonight" Arzan again scooped up the ruffled lips that had become his candlestick, not to miss his hand was already guerrilla down the neck of the smooth white level that looked tempting.