I'm Not Your Enemy
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Micho who had just finished her work immediately packed some files, she glanced at the mobile phone that showed at 20:00. Micho gasped in shock at seeing more than 20 missed calls from his wife.

Micho closed his eyes, his busyness today made him forget to report or just reply WA from his wife. There was a sense of tightness that whack his heart, inexplicably the shadow of Amara dancing in the corner of his eyes. Micho makes a call to his wife. Vidio's call so that he can also see the beautiful face that is always ringing in his brain.

Micho let out a long sigh, trying to hold back the longing for the person who did not immediately raise a call from her.

"Gosh, where is he? Why did you lift it so long?" a question that piqued when he started to slouch. Micho stood up and walked, her right hand still holding her phone.

Amara rubbed her eyes a few times. Realizing her phone was shaking, Amara immediately grabbed it. His lips curled a smile at the screen that displayed his dear name there. Amara happily observes the face in the mirror, making sure she looks beautiful despite just waking up.

Just about to slide the button that her phone is back to death, Amara snorted in annoyance.

"Why does my hobby still piss me off?" his lips. Amara called back. The man across the street raised and looked back at him, he seemed to be in the car.

"Where then? Why did you lift it so long?" micho cerca. Amara just smiled looking at the face that was so missed, for him it was a pleasure to see that face. The longing in his heart seemed to have vanished.

"I'm sorry, I fell asleep Mas" he replied, covering his face with both hands. Micho looked at Amara, and she saw the sorrow on Amara's face. However, making himself even more anxious to see a cute face without the polish.

"Did you miss me?" ask Micho slowly. Micho's question made Amara's face show a red tinge of blushing.

"No" he argued.

"You're not good at lying" Micho said. Amara looked embarrassed, but also flowered.

"You must miss me, right?" micho asked, trying to tease the beautiful man in front of him. Amara again covered her shy face.

Micho put down her phone and leaned on the front dasboars, then she put a device in her ear.

"Would you like to come back? Be careful, I'm waiting for you" said Amara.

"Hem, I can't wait to hug you. I miss you so much" Micho said.

"I'm the same" replied Amara looking embarrassed.

"What's the same?" ask Micho. Without asking, I actually knew. However, flirting with his wife seemed fun to him.

"Ishhh, why is it always so? It sucks." said Amara. Micho laughing.

"Darling .." he said. His eyes looked shady and kept a million longs, millions in love, millions in affection for his wife.

Amara felt touched and felt a strange sigh running through her heart. The affectionate call from her husband made her heart tremble. Silent, both of them were swept away in deep gazes of eyes.

"Yes .." says Amara. Suddenly his heart was sad, tears were blocked in his eyes. However, steadfastly resisting not to drip.

"Happy 2 months of marriage, I love you so much. Sorry, if these two months I haven't been able to be a good husband to you, I will try to improve in the future" Micho said.

Amara closed her eyes. Tears cannot be contained anymore. The heart's murmur tormented him so much. The expression of her husband cut her heart. How can Micho remember this date? and he doesn't remember it at all.

"Hey, Miss. Why crying? I'll hang up" Micho said. Amara rubbed her cheeks slowly and looked at her husband's handsome face.

"Don't expect to be able to enter the room if you close your phone" Amara said. Micho smiling. It felt that if it was close, he would have grabbed the tiny body of his beautiful wife and kissed her to calm her down.

"Mas .. "say Amara. Micho stared at the shade of 2 beautiful eyeballs in front of her. Admire God's near-perfect creation.

"Helms ..."

"I miss you, I love you so much too. Hurry home, I'm waiting for you" Amara said, then hung up.

Micho's gas-fired her car. The distance from the office to the apartment only takes 1 hour, so now he is in the apartment and opens the door with his card access.

Micho hastily walks into her apartment. His steps stopped when he saw Amara fall asleep again in the living room sofa.

Micho stared at his wife's face, Micho also glanced at the dinner dish that was still lined up neatly on the table. Micho let out a long sigh, it felt tight to see Amara like this.

Micho crouched down, her hands rubbing the tears that were still left on Amara's cheeks. Micho observed the beautiful face that looked calm like that of a baby. He also kissed Amara's head. Do not forget to also hold the jidat Amara that feels very cold. Why is he weird? Though not hot, why does he also like to sleep?

Micho lifts his wife's tiny body. Trying to move Amara to the room. However, Amara opened her eyes and smiled. Amara looked at Micho.

"Mas, are you home?" ask Amara while sitting down. Micho smiles and grabs Amara's body and lifts her up, then walks towards her room.

"Mas, put me down. I can walk" said Amara again, but did not get a response from Micho. Micho opened the door with her lutu, and she laid Amara's body in her soft bed.

"Go to bed" Micho said.

"I want to accompany you to eat, I've cooked a lot for you" said Amara. Amara stared at Micho's face. The longing that had been struggling was over.

"Then I take a shower. I finished the meeting so worried. You make a lot of calls, I think you're sick" Micho said, rubbing Amara's cheek.

"I'm just dizzy" said Amara.

"Related?" micho asked while looking at Amara's face. Amara nodded.

"Do you need to see a doctor? you look pale" Micho said again. Amara shook her head slowly.

"Wand me, I'll prepare clothes for you,"

Micho nodded and walked away.

Moments later, Micho takes a bath and comes out wearing a towel robe.

There was no Amara in the room, only a pile of clothes and pants that Amara had prepared. Micho took the pajama suit. He closed his eyes, feeling arrogant to Amara who gave her a pink pajama suit.

Without much protest, Micho replaced Amara's pajama suit with a blue pajama of her own choosing. He walked towards the dining room after changing his pajamas.

"Night, dear" Micho said as she hugged Amara from behind. Amara smiled and took the food on the plate. After he finished taking the food, he turned his body.

"Eat me,"

Amara stared at Micho, the smile that had adorned her face. Her tears flowed when she saw Micho not wearing the pajamas she had prepared. Micho who noticed Amara crying rubbed his wife's face gently.

"Dear, why? Is anyone sick? We're going to the doctor, right?"

Amara wiped away her tears and ran towards her room. He washes the door and rests his body there. Amara was disappointed in her husband.

Micho rubbed a rough face, how could Amara cry? What's piama's cause? Micho walked up to the room and was surprised to find the door locked.

"Honey, open. Wh why? Are you angry about the pajamas?"

"No, I'm open, just sleep outside. Don't expect me to open the door! It's wrong to ignore my choices" he replied. Micho rubbed her face rough. I hope to come home soon to hug my wife. Why should I sleep outside?🤣🤣

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