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Chaptre 48. Let's split up

Azlan looked towards Dara who was in focus with her dinner. When she finished, Dara washed her dishes in the sink and walked towards the room.

"He's why, anyway?" azlan muttered hastening to finish his meal.

Azlan followed Dara to the room without washing her dirty dishes.

"Why are you, anyway?" ask Azlan who started to get bored with Dara's behavior lately.

"Someone wants me to talk."

Azlan gawked at Dara's flushed face and traces of tears on her smooth cheeks.

He walked up to Dara who was sitting on the lip of the bed and rubbed her head.

Dara brushed it off gently then looked at Azlan's dark kninght bead wryly.

"Let's split up."

Those two words made Azlan's heart stop beating. His hunting breath signified his emotions with words coming out of his wife's lips.

"Wae?" ask in a low voice.

"I can't give you offspring, I'm a stupid woman, I'm immature, ak-"

"What do you mean by that?!"

This time, Azlan could not contain his emotions. He gripped both of Dara's small shoulders tightly making the master grimace in pain due to his actions.

"Go with Kang Yuri, she wants you."

Azlan's eyes heated up hearing that name.

"I love you, not Kang Yuri," hissed Azlan.

"Let go of me, let me go of your life. I'm just a parasite for you two. Kang Yuri has always been watching me, I'm afraid."

Tears of Dara spilled after he said that. Slowly, Azlan stretched his grip and removed his hand from Dara's shoulder.

"Is that what you want? So, you've been quieting me all this time to say that? You know, how hard was it to get you? I am willing to sacrifice for anything to make you happy. I never bothered me in anything. In finance, I always give you more, I don't want you to be tired, tired of taking care of the house. You know, this is the house we live in for you, for our son."

"Are you eating that jal?" ask Azlan.

"Maybe we are not meant to be together," Dara replied as she held back her sobs.

Azlan ruffled his hair in frustration. He got up from the bed and walked over to the wet window from the rain.

Even the sky was crying, seemingly disapproving of Dara's request.

All that was heard was the sound of Dara crying while Azlan was silent. He held back his crying voice. But, her tears still came out in silence.

"Let me go" Dara asked.

"Do you know, there are a lot of women out there who want me, while you're asking me to split up? What's in your brain, Dara?!" geram Azlan's.

Azlan turned to look at Dara who was curling her lips with one hand.

"Are you not enjoying your present life?!" azlan's shout made Dara tremble afraid of Azlan's anger this time he was angry because of him.

Dars didn't answer. He chose to cry and cry. Azlan who began to get bored then took a suitcase in the closet and put his wife's clothes in.

"Go if you want. I'm not going to forbid, that's what you want, right? Don't come back."

Azlan pulled Dara's body out of the safe house with a suitcase that he had filled with Dara's clothes.

Azlan threw Dara's body onto the porch of his cold house. He also slammed Dara's suitcase to the side of his body and closed the door violently causing a very loud noise.

'What is this really her nature?' batin Dara while rising up and seeing the condition of the sky now that is not friendly.

Azlan looked over from Dara's window of motion. He actually broke through a very heavy rain tonight until that little back was nowhere to be seen in his sight.

"The women don't know themselves" he said walking into the room.

Azlan threw his body on the bed while dampening his emotions that had been on the tip of the horn.

***

Dara stopped under a large tree while warming her body by wiping her palm and exhaling it.

Is he sorry? Sure, he felt it now. But, there was no way he would return to that luxurious mansion.

Dara could not stand the cold and chose to sit on the sidewalk.

A car stopped right in front of him. He began to fear and chose to get up and walk away from the car.

He didn't know whose car it was.

"Hey!" yelled someone from behind.

The man chased after Dara who further accelerated his pace.

Suddenly, a hand stopped his steps. He felt the burly hand touch his tiny wrist.

"Get in my car" he said, barely heard from the heavy rain.

"No need" refused Dara

"What's wrong, I'm not a bad guy."

Dara stared intensely at the man then followed the man from behind. The man opened the car door for her and put Dara's suitcase in the trunk of the car.

The man took her to a two-story silver-colored mansion.

He takes Dar to enter his house.

Very fancy.

Lots of jars in every corner of his house and a shelf in the corner of the room containing liquor.

Is he a drunk? Thought Dara was staring at the man who was walking beside her.

"Clean your body first, there's the guest room. You can use it for a few days," point it out. Dara took her suitcase out of the man's hand and walked straight to the room she appointed.

Chequek.

Dara opened the door and closed it and locked it from the inside.

A single bed and bathroom are available in 1 room.

He opened a wardrobe that only had two pairs of long-sleeved and short-sleeved shirts and a training pants.

Not too bad. He went into the bathroom to wander his body under the warm water.

When she finished, Dara left the room. The man was waiting for him in the middle room.

"I'm sorry, if I'm a hassle" Dara said as she sat her body on the sofa.

The man looked at Dara with puffy eyes and a puffy face.

"You got a problem?"

Dara shook her head.

"You're Azlan's wife?" ask again.

The head that had been lowered now moved to look at the man. 'He knows where?' batin Dara's. .

"How do I not know, Azlan is a famous businessman," he replied as if knowing with Dara's gaze.

"You must be hungry, I'll make you dinner first."

The man went to the kitchen which was not blocked by the room. He remembered when Azlan made him food.

The tears came back out of his eyes. The thoughts of Azlan returned.

Before long, the man brought him a roasted meat that he had prepared forks and knives.

The man presented it to her and to Dara. .

Again and again Dara remembered when they were dinner at a luxurious star-rated restaurant.

"Didn't you like that stick?" tanyanya who saw Dara just silently stared at the food she made.

"No, this is too much" said Dara.

"What's wrong, at least that meat can keep you full longer and sleep well."

"meaning?" ask Dara who doesn't understand.

"Are you going? The rain tonight won't stop until morning" he said.

Dara did not answer the man's question and chose to slice the meat with his knife.

A bit of distress so the man looked at her anxiously.

How could Azlan's wife not be able to cut the meat? Didn't Azlan give him nutritious food? But his body was a little full, the man thought.

"Here let me cut it."

The man took Dara's plate and he cut the meat dice deftly.

"It."

He thrust to Dara and began to enjoy the food that had been delayed.

When she finished, Dara brought her plate and the man's plate to her kitchen sink to wash.

***

Well, who's that guy?