HATE TO LOVE
Hey heart, Awake!

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Anisa POV

Doesn't feel like my marriage to Mas Bimo has almost lasted a month, exactly 25 days, haha,, that detail I counted? obviously, there are still at least five months five days or about 155 days of my chance to become a wife before finally bearing the status of a widow.

Can you be honest, right? Actually I have begun to be interested in Bimo mas, only I deliberately brushed aside so that the feeling did not grow in my heart.

Maybe I started falling in love with my husband, not wrong, right, actually if I fell in love with my own husband,? which makes everything seem wrong and wrong because the only one who feels it is me, yes, I realize that at this time I am experiencing what is called love clapping one hand, he said, but can't I tell who and when I fall in love with.

The feeling just came without excuse and without cue, then what can I do? I just want to enjoy my race alone, anyway I did not ask what else forced her to love me back too.

Yeah, well, how else, every day one house, one room how can I not be tempted to try, see the face of his handsome who sleeps every night?

Oh yes, until now I chose to sleep on the sofa, not because of anything, not because geeran is afraid in whatever mas Bimo, but my heart is not safe if close to him, but my heart is close to him, dag dig dug was not good, so I chose to sleep on the sofa, and mas Bimo also seemed to not care, never asked me that too.

We rarely interact except for work and in front of grandfather, yes, the happiest thing for me was that we were in front of grandfather, because the attitude of mas Bimo will turn into a very sweet husband figure once on me.

Let me enjoy this feeling alone, but I never expect him to return my love, let's just say I'm his secret admirer, or I'm a fan of the artist, although it is impossible to have, but it is legitimate to like, right?

Although our marriage was like an asphalt or real but fake marriage, where our marriage was strictly state-recorded and religiously valid, our feelings were false, I always behave like a real wife, prepare breakfast for Bimo mas, prepare clothes for his work, which I do not do may only serve him in the business of bed only, he said, the rest I do all like a wife in general, I still feel that this marriage is like a normal marriage in general, just minus the physical touch.

"Did you not want to go on a honeymoon? After the wedding you guys seem to still be busy working, take time to vacation together," said the grandfather was rice when we were having breakfast and I was part of work even though it's Sunday, if Mas Bimo anyway, do not ask, he will never protest anything I do as long as it does not make grandfather suspicious about our falsehood.

I admit that I am 'workaholic' or workaholic, like today even though my team is off, I still do my job even though I am alone.

Doing something that we like is indeed 'vibes' it feels different, there is no burden in it there is only pleasure.

Usually this Sunday I accompany grandfather walking in the park or cooking snacks for grandfather and mas Bimo who is very happy to watch a movie, if I honestly not so hobby watching, but I really like to watch, so prefer in the kitchen to prepare a snack for them rather than join watch with them.

But this time I did have to do this job, even though I stayed up until the morning last night because I finished drawing the table and shelves that I would make in that apartment today.

This is how I, if I've been working, always don't remember the time, until I realized that the time had set at 10 pm and I was still cool working until without me realizing it was that Bimo was already in the apartment and watching me work, and I was still working, I don't know since when he sat in the corner of the room while watching me who was busy by myself.

"Mas! Why not, anyway!" I screamed, because of the oath at that time I really felt very shocked by her sudden presence.

"What my people have been doing here, I also opened the door, you are too focused on your work" he protested.

Maybe yes, I was too focused on my work, so even though Mas Bimo came in by opening the door aloud I did not hear it, especially in the room it was noisy with the sound of a drill that I used to put nails on the legs of the table and shelves that I was working on and almost finished it.

"Hehe, I'm sorry I didn't hear and know that you were here, I was shocked myself" I just grinned the horse for feeling ashamed of myself.

"Grandfather told me to catch up with you, for fear that you're doing anything, after all it's night, so I was asked to look and pick you up here." said Mas Bimo who dispelled my wish that Bimo mas come here because it worries me.

Turns out he came here after me because he told his grandfather to.

Ah, it's, come on, it's, it's, it's, like, come on, it's, it's, it's, it's, come on, it's, it's, it's, it's, it's, it's, it's, it's, it's, it's, it's, it's, it's,,, what I expected from him was clear from the start he had said clearly that he would never fall in love with me because I was not his type, why stupidly still I expect mas Bimo interested and fall in love with me.

Hey, halooo! It seems I should be more self-conscious if it's not for me, if I clap one hand.

As the saying goes, I am like a ridge that misses the moon, hey my heart, realize it!