Between the Three Hearts
Chapters. 14 DTH

The next day, Adiba wakes up as usual and he also does his morning routine of preparing breakfast for Fahrul, taking care of the house and making a bed. Fahrul looks a little different since the anniversary night. However, Adiba tried to act ordinary as if nothing serious happened.

"Mas, do you want breakfast now?'' Diba asked gently.

"No! I'll eat at the office, close to you I'm afraid of getting a virus" Fahrul said as he put his tie on.

Adiba was very hurt to hear Fahrul's words, he felt himself very low. But even so, Adiba must remain patient.

"I'm sorry that I didn't tell you about my past from the beginning."

"Don't talk about it again, get out of my sight and don't refute my orders!" Fahrul passed soon.

Adiba was sitting limp on the edge of the bed, tears were dripping down his cheeks. He was really disappointed with Fahrul's current behavior.

"If Mas Fahrul really loves me, he will surely accept all my past even if it is very bad" Adiba muttered in his tears.

Fahrul got into the car, he rushed his car to the office.

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Two months later.

Adiba was washing dishes in the kitchen, it was late afternoon and he was about to prepare dinner. Finished cooking himself immediately wash the dirty dishes. At this time he is tormented mentally and physically because when doing relationships with Fahrul he always gets rough treatment. Adiba wants to ask for a divorce but his marriage is only for corn, what people say if he is newly married to Fahrul and has been divorced in a matter of months.

Fahrul just came home from the office, he approached Adiba who was still in the kitchen.

"Diba, get ready soon and we'll go out to dinner."

Adiba stops his activities, he washes his hands thoroughly and turns his back on Fahrul.

"Tumben, Mom. What's the show?"

"No need to ask too many questions, just do my orders and you'll also know later." Fahrul walked away from the kitchen.

Adiba stared at Fahrul's departure, nothing romantic for the past two months and now Fahrul invited him to dinner outside. Adiba does not want to have a bad feeling to the husband.

Fahrul put a very sexy red dress on the bed, he deliberately bought it for women like Adiba.

"Who is this shirt?" Adiba asked as he had just finished his bath.

"Just wear it, I purposely bought it for you."

"But, Mas—" Diba's remark was cut off quickly.

"Just wear! Why do I have to ask so many questions? Aren't you used to wearing clothes like that?" Fahrul yells at Adiba.

Adiba jumped in shock, even his body almost dazed backwards.

Fahrul came out of the room, but only a few steps stopped and remembered something.

"Dress as pretty as you can and don't embarrass me." she ordered, then shut the door tight.

Adiba stroked his chest, he was very sad and if I could be honest he did not want to live in a household like this.

The two of them had reached a cafe and traveled for twenty-five minutes to get to the cafe. Fahrul had already reserved the VVIP room, he rushed towards the room while pulling Adiba's hand.

"Mas, why are we here? I thought you were going to take me to the restaurant" Diba said as he followed Fahrul's steps.

"Be quiet! Why are you so chatty?" Fahrul tightly grasped Adiba's fingers.

Adiba just grimaced with the pain.

After arriving at the VVIP room, there was already a man sitting on the sofa accompanied by wine in bottles and glasses.

"Good night, Mr. Fahrul. I've been waiting for you and finally you came too" the forty-year-old said as he stood up from his seat.

"I'm sorry for being late, Mr. Mark." Fahrul shook the hand of the man of mixed blood.

They sat on the sofa, Fahrul immediately introduced Adiba.

"Oh yeah, introduce this to my wife her name is Adiba."

Adiba and Mark shook hands, long enough Mark did not parse the position until Adiba's voice resuscitated him.

"Sir, can you please let go of my hand?" said Diba risih.

Adiba glanced at Fahrul who was just quiet and relaxed.

"What about our cooperation, sir?" Fahrul started to open the subject.

"I'll think about it first" Mark said.

"But, what about my offer, Mr Mark? If you agree to cooperate then you'll get something we agreed on the other day." Fahrul leaned his body on the sofa, he glanced at Adiba a glance who had yet to understand the situation.

Mark was silent, he looked at Adiba from top to bottom.

"Is he sure he wants to?"

Adiba frowned, he was from earlier just confused listening to the chatter of husband and bule man in front of him.

" Yes, of course he should. I am her husband and she must obey my words. Right, Honey?" Fahrul glanced sharply at Adiba.

"What's really it, Mom? I didn't understand what you were talking about."

"You must serve Mr. Mark tonight!" fahrul's orders are full of pressure.

"WHAT!'' Adiba glared until he spontaneously stood up from his seat.

Fahrul and Mr. Mark are standing like Adiba.

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