LOVE IN THE ARMS OF DUSK
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Nura looked at Fatih's grim face

when her husband set foot in her house, his lips cut, his eyebrows clutched together, it was clear that he was holding something back.

“What's up?” Nura asked while

picking up Fatih's briefcase, her husband sat on the sofa while cross-sectioned, exhaling a rough breath.

“Who did you meet in the Mall earlier?” Fatih asked with a clear face, Nura came to bring a cup of water, sitting next to Fatih.

“I met a strange man, he also asked for my mobile number,” replied Nura honestly, Fatih leaned her body on the sofa, her hand scrolled her phone screen, she looked at Nura.

“See, someone sent this to me.” Nura took Fatih's phone, he saw a photo of himself being held by Angga, his forehead wrinkled, whereas Angga held it not for long, just a few seconds, this photo was deliberately taken to damage their household.

“There are people who envy us,” continued Fatih while removing his tie, he believed Nura. His wife was not the type of person who would easily get close to the person he had just met. Moreover, he has checked Mal CCTV to strengthen his trust, he has a lot of allegations, maybe this is the work of Hana, or maybe the work of Nala from the Daniar family.

“I met Hana.”

“Uhuk ... huk .. uhukk ....” Fati

the one who was drinking instantly coughed, he smacked his chest softly, Nura hurriedly picked up the tissue and wiped Fatih's mouth, the man looked at her with a questioning look.

“What did he say? He just

my ex, nothing more,” Fatih said frantically, she shook her head and

docked towards Nura, her face became panicked.

Nura chuckled softly. “I know.”

“You know? Ah he said it, right? That woman is indeed arrogant!” Fatih grumbled, not expecting that Hana would actually come to her house and meet Nura, she would have to teach the woman a lesson later.

“Why never tell?” Nura looked at Fatih's face, there was a bit of anger in her heart, she as his wife did not know much about her own husband's past.

Fatih smiled slightly, she held onto Nura's shoulder and stroked her slowly. “Because I regret having a relationship with him.”

Nura was silent with her brows furrowed, confused. Fatih leaned her body towards Nura. “She is very sweet, too sweet to taste bitter. You understand what I mean?”

Nura shook her head slowly. Fati

he broke his wife's hair with anxiety.

“He was a hypocrite, being so sweet in front of me, but he stabbed me in the back. I was angry and broke off the relationship, she went on the run with her other lover.”

Nura clasped Fatih's hand, she recalled what Hana looked like when it came to this house, the woman was beautiful, a model and rich, she said, of the many rich and handsome men around him, why chase after Fatih who he had dumped?

Nura's upset.

Fatih looked at the silent Nura, preoccupied with her own thoughts, she touched Nura's fine hair. “Your hair is longer?”

Nura touched her hair, she smiled a little. “I went to the salon with Dalisa, said I look good if I lengthen my hair a little. What say?”

Fatih plays Nura's hair on

with his hands, he nodded, confirming the words of his wife, Nura looks fresher and younger, she is beautiful.

“I like it, want your hair short

or long I still like.”

Fatih's phone rang, the man lazily picked it up, he glanced at Nura then picked up his phone.

Nura just looked at Fatih, he

not hearing what the caller was talking about, the look on Fatih's face

very calm, he only cleared his throat in response. When the phone was placed

on the table, Nura then asked. “Who?”

Fatih looked at Nura with her eyebrows raised. “Do you think?”

Fatih snorted, she did not like Nura mentioning other men besides her, she nodded lazily, this afternoon Nura sent a message if the person named Angga would call her.

***

Hana is brushing her hair while

humming, he was currently in his apartment room, the room with a pink hue everywhere and some girly objects adorning every corner of the room, he sat down gracefully, he sat down gracefully, like a noble princess, her long legs were wrapped in a short and tight dress, she looked at her face

beautiful in front of the mirror, her red nails adorn the fingers

flickering, he sighed violently.

Hana is a model, she is beautiful, her body is nice. She is rich and has her own apartment, she is an independent woman

and modern. Why lose to a woman like Nura?

Hana was sure that a woman like Nura

it was too boring for Fatih when compared to him.

He is comfortable in his view, his career

goodgood. While Nura looks can't do anything, too quiet and passive, making Hana who saw it just feel bored.

Butwhy? Hana did not understand Fatih's way of thinking, she did not know what it was, but

seeing Nura who was staring at him flatly while he was visiting made his hatred even more so.

Why did Fatih choose to marry Nura? Moreover, they immediately married, there was no courtship or fiancee, Hana felt really suspicious as well as curious.

He has made a mature plan

in order to get Fatih back, she could not accept Nura as Fatih's wife, before all her curiosity was answered, she would not let Nura live quietly as Fatih's wife, because of that position, because of her, only Hana has the right. Fatih is

hana's, from long ago to now.

“How?” He asked without turning around as someone walked into his room, the door closed quietly, the man crossed his arms and looked back at Hana with a hostile look.

“As per plan, one feed has been released. What are our next plans?”

“Releasing second feed.”

Hana smiled, she with movement

carefully put the silver earrings on his ears, the earrings have a juntai that

long with a diamond at the end, he stared at his appearance with satisfaction.

“Do you know, how much it costs

this?” Hana showed off a white pendant necklace, she turned to

back with a mocking smile on his face.

The man grieved, feeling demeaned by the model. He sat on the bed with a sour face.

“It's for your body.” Hannah

grinning, and putting the necklace around his neck, he got up and approached with his wallet.

The man looked up, feeling

his face in the soft hands of Hana, he growled in annoyance, hurriedly brushed him off.

“What? You mad? I'm just telling the truth.” Hana fixed her dress, then held her hair which she had neatly arranged.

“When we cooperate, don't expect you can take Fatih.” Hana reached out her hand and holding the clothes the man was wearing, she looked up and down, then snorted.

“Don't dream, a lowly person like you can beat me.” Hana took off her hand she chuckled softly, her eyes staring coldly. “Nala Daniar, you really are a lowly woman.”