Women At the End of the Dusk

Finally Finished

ok, excuse the new author updated today because of the busyness in the ambassador. The author can only be up short because of the work.may you understand and stay faithful to this story.

...Happy Reading 😘...

The married man who had just returned from the room stared in wonder at the shoulder-length blonde woman who was still standing on the porch of the house. "Why not go first?" ask Alham.

"I'm waiting for you. I told you we're all cars, no objection!" firmly Sesil.

"Would you talk to each other at the cafe or not?" threaten Alham with his sharp eyes.

Sesil who did not dare to wiggle could only stomp his feet, then stepped into the car with a feeling of annoyance.

Both went to the place which Alham said. Meanwhile, Azalia stared at them from behind the window of the room she had occupied before. She hoped the inappropriate relationship between her husband and half-sister would end.

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It didn't take long, they finally arrived at the cafe. Alham went in without waiting for Sesil to get out of his car. Meanwhile, Sesil moved in annoyance.

"What are you talking about?" alham asked as Sesil sat in front of him.

"Why are you, anyway? I haven't even had breakfast yet and you're instead poking me with your questions? I should be the one, what are you doing?" pissed Sesil.

"I'm okay. I just want our relationship to get here and don't bother me anymore let alone disturb my wife. Dare you touch it, just as you fight me. Remember that!" After saying this, Alham rushed out of the cafe and headed to his house to meet his wife.

"Damn! Just watch out for you, I want to see where your happiness is" murmured Sesil full of emotion.

The sun shines with its warmth that accompanies every step of man. Shady trees lined up neatly on the side of the road. Alham left his car window open so he could feel the cool air in the morning. His smile was bright, as bright as the sun that was on the eastern horizon.

"Azaly? The azalia? Where are you?" call Alham while he is on the ground floor of his house.

The swift steps heard from the second floor made Alham quickly towards the sound. He ran to get to Azalia, who stood on the top step.

"Why haven't you changed your clothes?" alham asked so faced with his wife.

"Why indeed? Where are we going?" Azalia stared confusedly.

"Whichever you want. Today, I'm ready to be the princess' driver. Come on, get changed." One of the thoughts of Alham was outstretched to ask for one of Azalia's hands. He bowed like a prince who asked the princess to dance.

The woman with yesterday's clothes attached to her body chuckled, then accepted the helping hand with pleasure.

"You get out first. I want to be ready" Azalia said, pushing Alham out.

"Eh, uh, I'd like to get ready, too. Why are you telling me to come out, anyway?" alham Protest.

"Yes, we're changing. You stay there" Azalia growled.

"But we are .. husband and wife." The voice of Alham glimmered at the end because the door was closed and locked from the inside.

"What's wrong, anyway? Husband and wife too. But, it's okay because today I'm happy, please change," muttered Alham and entered the next room occupied by Azalia before and lay down on the bed.

...to be continued .......