From Wa To London
The Part Twenty (Silent)

~I'm silent doesn't mean I ignore you, I just give you space to miss me~Enrique.

"Tomorrow I'll be the skyscraper that Michael wants us to renovate" Enrique said, still focused on driving.

"And I have to come? Right?" Liza guessed Enrique's way of thinking.

Enrique stared at his wife.

"You don't want to come?" ask Enrique.

"There will be Rizky, so you won't get bored" Enrique added.

"Enrique is not a matter of boredom or not bored, it's just that I am 3 months pregnant and travel with any means of transportation is not good for my fetus" said Liza patiently.

Enrique stopped his car on the side of the road and looked at his tired wife.

"Princess.I'm worried about you. I can't leave you alone at the dipenthouse, or I'll just call our momenthouse?" tawar Enrique's.

Liza breathed a heavy breath.

"Enrique, our penthouse has great security. Other people wouldn't be able to get in if I didn't open it, would they? So how can anyone hurt me there?" Liza tried to give her husband a logical reason.

"No, mom or come? Your choice is just that" said Enrique firmly.

Liza is starting to run out of patience.

"Enrique!!! I am your wife not your subordinate you can dictate to! Understood?"

Enrique was stunned at Liza's sudden change in attitude.

"Princess.me..." Enrique could not continue his words.

"Listen, I'm not Enrique's little boy. You can't rule me at will. I can take care of myself!" Liza could not contain her frustration anymore.

"Stop saying, no you can't do this, you can't. I'm tired of understanding!" Liza stiffened at the end of her anger, she did not understand why she could be this angry at Enrique.

"Alright, it's up to you" said Enrique flat as he turned on his car and drove slowly.

Liza calmed her heart, she was too emotional. He leaned his body against the back of the chair. He didn't care if Enrique was angry with him.

Liza remained silent as Enrique opened the exit of the car. So did Enrique. He was tired of the change in Liza's attitude that changed erratically.

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Liza POVs

I'mtired. This time I don't want to give up. We'll see who can stand to ignore each other the most. He doesn't understand. I'm tired of following all the strange rules. I know it's for my good but can't he think from another point of view? Can't do?

I kept letting the shower water wash over my body. He's in his office next to the next room. He did not go to the office today. Since the incident this morning he immediately languished in his office. I'm not gonna call him. Just let him be there as long as he's strong.

I went out a few hours. I picked up the origin of the big plain white T-shirt I always wore when I was lazy to wear. I dried my hair with a hair dryer and finished. Scroll wall clock 20:00 p.m. I'm breaking my body down a basket. Today was exhausting. Arguing with Enrique consumed all my energy.

I don't want to eat. I haven't even touched any food other than chicken cheese soup porridge this morning. My appetite went nowhere.

I heard footsteps approaching. But not in this room. Next room. Ah...he wants to avoid me? Let it.

I closed my eyes and fell asleep.

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Enrique POVs

Am I too tight? No, I think it's only natural. I'm worried about him. Can't he understand a little of my worries?

Since our marriage until now I have very rarely seen my wife laugh or even just smile. And this morning I saw clearly how easily my wife laughed with another man. Why can't he be that happy with me? Is he unhappy with me? That thought hurt me so much.

At 20:10 I got out of my seat. I need a shower and a break. Hungry up? I have no appetite at all. I walked straight to our room. But my steps stopped in front of the door of the room next to ours. Is Liza still mad at me? If he still doesn't want to see me. I exhaled heavily and decided to sleep in this room only.

I opened the door next to our room. I took a quick shower and changed my clothes to a nightgown that was actually prepared for the house guest in this room.

I spread my body slowly through the basket and closed my eyes. Today is a tiring day.

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Liza moved uneasily then woke up from her sleep. He glanced at the empty bed beside him. Usually it will sit on the right side with Enrique and leave the left side empty. Although now?

He glanced at the wall clock at 00:20 p.m? Enrique did sleep in the next room. Her thought.

Liza knows it's so boyish to be bothered about all this. He could have just confirmed all of Enrique's words and finished there would be no problem. But he also wants Enrique to understand that everything in the family name must be democracy. The A must ask B about the decision taken and the A must listen to the opinion of the B in making the decision. It is not that A is free to dictate to B without any tolerance.

Maybe because Enrique is the only child in Leonardo's family. He did not need the democracy in his family. In contrast to Liza who lives in Orphanage full of rules and democracy. Think Liza.

Liza got up from her sleep then sat cross-legged on the bed. He nodded his head that felt dizzy. I haven't eaten since morning? Think Liza. He then moved from his seat walking towards the kitchen lazily. If only he had not thought about the baby twin, he would have preferred to hold his hunger until the morning.

Arriving in the kitchen he was stunned to see Enrique sitting chewing cereal with white milk.

Liza wanted to turn around but Enrique had already seen her. He took the chocolate milk to heat up and poured it down. He sat down in front of Enrique. Enrique didn't talk at all. So Liza also chose silence.

Enrique POVs

I move restlessly. My stomach demands filling. I get out of bed. Scroll wall clock at 00.05. Geez, the stomach doesn't know itself. I thought as I walked open the door. My steps stopped in front of our room. Is my wife sleeping well? I've missed him. Thought sad.

I stepped into the kitchen. I opened the fridge to get some white milk. I don't like chocolate milk and Liza doesn't like white milk. I smiled thinking about our differences that complement each other. I take the cereal and pour it into the bowl before the milk.

I sat at the dinner table, closing my eyes to be fully conscious. I chewed spoon by spoon lazily and chewed it slowly. Sayup I heard someone's footsteps. Don't tell me this penthouse-waiting demon wants to accompany me? Oh God. I shudder in horror. But my strange thoughts soon came to a halt when my wife's figure appeared.

I think he wanted to turn around as soon as he saw me but then undo his intentions. He's still mad at me. I prefer to be quiet.

He took chocolate milk to heat. Another thing I remember from my wife. He never drank chocolate milk in the cold. He likes to drink warm.

After heating she poured her milk into a glass and then sat in front of me. God, he didn't even say a word. I waited for him to greet me. But until the last gulp he didn't see me at all. Is he so mad at me? Thought sad.

I'm done and put my bowl and glass in the dishwasher. He glanced at me for a moment but then chose to look at the table. I passed from before him to the room. Let him be with his world first. Maybe he needs it himself. Thought.

Liza POVs

He just left me without a word. Let it. I don't want to greet him first until he realizes his mistake. I thought then wash my glasses and Enrique's glasses and bowls. I don't want to leave this trivial job to Marry.

I walked back to the room lazily. My head doesn't hurt much anymore. I opened my body and slowly closed my eyes. But I can't hold back the tears that just come out. At times like this, I miss my parents. I want to share a lot of stories and complaints with them.

Since childhood, I have been used to being the stuff of my friends at school because I have no parents. They all go to school every day. They shook hands then their parents waved their hands waiting for their children to run each class.

Every report I take is alone. Fortunately, I always got rank one so my report does not need to be taken by the student guardians. It's just that sometimes I envy how happy their parents are to take their children's report even though it's not with amazing value.

Sometimes I cry. Thinking about how hard a mother could leave her child who was not even a year old in front of the orphanage with only one sheet of clothes and a blanket. What if the babysitter didn't take me back then? What if the scavenger took me and then sold me to someone else? Or worst of all what if a dog bites me? Has he not missed me since? What did I do that deserved all that? Thought sad.

I sobbed softly until I drowsy my eyes back and fell asleep. I just hope that tomorrow my heartbreak will be gone.

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