Trapped by Love The Dishwasher
Tiara's Rival

Danis walked back and forth, the flat screen in her hand grip becoming the center of attention at this time. Repeatedly contacted Tiara but there was no answer.

Not much different from Danis, Adrian was equally restless. How could not the person they had been waiting for since not come. Today the marketing division will make a presentation directly in front of the president related to the project they will handle.

Mr. Edward as the manager of the marketing division has entrusted fully to the apprentices who are in his division. Among the three apprentices who were in the division was Tiara who was the most master of the materials to be presented at this time. The initial idea that emerged from the Danis packaged by Tiara became more perfect. They also agreed that the presentation would be represented by Tiara.

Based on information from the secretary of the president of their meeting scheduled exactly at nine this morning and now the time has shown at eight more. Danis and Adrian look increasingly panicked when Renata secretary Mr. Edward come to their room,

"Sir Edward requested a copy of the material to be presented. Please send the softfile and print it out to my room now" Rena came and immediately gave the order without further ado, she returned to her room without waiting for any answer from Danis and Adrian.

"Where is this?" Danis asked Adrian, he really got more panicked and tried to get back to Tiara.

"You try to call him, let me face Miss Reta" Adrian replied no less panicked. He enters Tiara's cubicle and turns on the computer he used to use.

While Danis continued to contact Tiara, either the call to how many times but the results were still nil. Tiara did not pick up her phone at all when the call was connected.

While in a luxurious hotel room, two people still feel at home coiled under the blanket while hugging without a cloth that becomes a barrier between the two.

The short night they had gone through with exhausting activities but produced a sweat of pleasure. Mobile phones that vibrate on a small table beside the bed they occupy do not then make them wake up.

Derrrt....derrrrtt....derrt.

"Euummh.." lengh Tiara, he became the first person to be disturbed by the vibration of the phone.

Tiara blinked her eyes, slowly adjusting the light of the eye coming into her net.

"God...." Tiara let out a little scream as she felt her husband's embrace getting tighter, let alone the position of Arzan's head currently right on her chest, while the burly hands back wrapped around her possessive body.

"Heummmm." cried Arzan with his eyes still closed,

"Mas, wake up..What time is it?" Tiara tried to stretch her body, and how shocked she was as she circulated her gaze which then stopped right at the wall clock,

"Astaghfirulloh...jam six?" screeched,

"Mas, mas wake up, letin ih.ayo wake us up bad luck" Tiara wiggled her husband's innocent shoulder. He tried to escape from the entanglement of Arzan's burly hands that still held him tightly, he said,

"I am still sleepy" said Arzan with eyes still closed and increasingly tightened his embrace,

"As we are not yet praying at dawn, anyways we have to go home quickly and get ready to the office, Qia must also be nyariin" cerocos Tiara without brakes, she reawakened her husband by shaking his innocent shoulder harder,

"Eummm....Dear Mitha, today you are at home only" Arzan muttered, slowly but clearly and very clearly heard in Tiara's ears.

When Tiara stopped her movements, hearing Mitha's name called her husband her heart immediately felt tremendous pain. Especially considering the hot activities that last night they did it turns out that her husband considers if doing it with his late wife, thought Tiara.

"I'm not Mitha Mas, I'm Tiara" Tiara said in a raucous voice as water suddenly urged out of her eyes,

"Darling.." said Arzan with eyes that were perfectly open. He looked up with both eyes right at the face of the wife who was looking at him softly without a word,

Tests.....Tiara closed her eyes for a moment, then with all her might broke free from her husband's embrace. He woke up and sat his innocent body, grabbed by a kimono towel that was right at his feet.

"Darling, I...." Arzan realizes his wife's change, he tries to reach for Tiara's slender waist to re-hug her, but Tiara brushes him off and speeds up wearing her kimono.

The tiara quickly got off the top of the bed, and with a crumbling body walked towards the bathroom to clean themselves up. His heart rumbled, a sense of tightness filling his chest. How can after what they did last night turns out he is still only limited to venting his longing for his late wife.

Arzan could not hold Tiara, he immediately woke up and just stared at the movement of his wife who was walking with her weak body.

He knew Tiara's current state was not very good, other than being tired from her body from her actions last night to make Tiara connect overtime after finishing office work, his heart must be very hurt because of his words.

"Argghhhh.." cried Arzan hit the air in front of him, he immediately went up with an innocent body, looking for something that could be used to cover his body at this time.

Fifteen minutes passed, but Tiara did not leave the bathroom. Arzan has been pacing back and forth since, he has contacted Arga who has since called him to inform if today his work agenda is very crowded in the office. In addition to having an interest meeting of the company, he also had to meet with several clients this afternoon.

His face grew increasingly tense, not because of the misfortune of coming to the office but because of the thought of Tiara's response after this to him.

The sound of the bathroom door that opened stopped Arzan's steps that had been pacing back and forth, he looked at the wife who came out of the bathroom with her flat face. The clear sight of Tiara's eyes indicates that she has been crying for a long time.

Guilt increasingly ambushed Arzan's heart, by relying on his courage he approached Tiara to help the wife walk. But as Tiara moves faster, she makes her way to the small suitcase that Arzan took from home last night.

"Darling..." Arzan called out to Tiara who passed by just before him,

"It was noon Mas, I had not prayed at dawn" said Tiara coldly, Arzan did not dare to say anymore. Enter the bathroom to clean yourself.

At exactly seven o'clock Arzan and Tiara left the hotel. Home was her goal because Qiana called several times and asked Tiara to deliver her this morning to school as compensation for being abandoned overnight by her mother.

No sound came out of the two after a few minutes the car left the hotel's lobby. Tiara remained with her cold mode, Arzan was still hesitant to start. His brain turned hard thinking of the right way to start his apology at Tiara.

"I'm sorry" at last said the word from Arzan's words, at a glance he turned to the side where the wife was sitting right beside the wheel.

Tiara exhaled slowly, as if implying she was letting out a tightness that was squeezing her chest.

How not, last night she was made to float with the touch and loving cradle of her husband, feeling to be someone valuable and special because of his extraordinary treatment.

But in the morning before it turns out the name of his ex-wife who was first mentioned Arzan. To make matters worse, the name was meant for Tiara. He again lost his confidence, really feeling increasingly unworthy to be part of the heart and life of an Arzan.

Her heart has fallen to the fall of her husband, but reality has made her realize that her husband's past is her toughest rival.

"I should admire you enough, sir. Without putting down any feelings" inner Tiara.