I'm Your Wife Not a Statue
Go home

Seeing her walk by occasionally smelling the flowers she carried made my heart rumble violently, I didn't want to be prejudiced what it used to be, afraid it was all wrong, nor do I want to see any further the man came to visit whom, afraid that my heart was not ready.

I went back to the nursery, my thoughts were messed up, I kept hoping that Fahri would contact me, at least air my whereabouts, but even if Fahri didn't.

...

I was waiting for the online taxi I had ordered, I want to go home soon because I have not recovered properly, still feel dizzy if I stand or sit too long, fortunately I did not wait long, I did not wait, because the taxi arrived on time.

Arriving at home, I immediately rested my body, massaging my temple softly which began to throb again.

Braak!!!

Breaking the door shocked me, I even sat back on the bed, I found Fahri with a different look in the hospital, the man was angry, I don't know what other mistakes I've made, I think I just got home and met him.

"Fahri, what's wrong with you" I asked annoyedly, because he made me shocked.

"where have you been, HAH!" I closed because my head was throbbing more and more with a clash of Fahri. His call also changed, very rude.

"you who kem-" said I back he cut by throwing the original flower display on the closet, I closed my ears.

"FROM WHERE, I ASK YOU FROM WHERE, CHEAP GIRL, YOU'VE BEEN MARRIED, WHAT'S WORTHY OF YOU TO SPEND DAYS WITHOUT SHOWING OFF" I gulped my saliva as my esophagus grew drier, I didn't know what to do in front of him right now, I blinked my eyes until the tears I kept in my eyes fell as well, no matter how hard I tried to hold it if Fahri said rough, my tears would come down too, my head dizzy, and my eyes would go down, my condition has not recovered, I look at his face for a moment and say

"i'm not as cheap as you think, Fahri. For days I was hospitalized, I tried to contact you, but you never paid any attention to me. I alone endured the pain while my parents were not with Ki, you as my husband ignored me. And now you call me a cheap woman, so I am in front of you, Fahri" I became my sentence.

"Repeatedly I called you to ask you to buy me some medicine, but you ignored me. I was forced to go alone because I did not know anymore with my pain, I went to the clinic to check my condition, I was advised to be treated for a few days and referred to the hospital, Fahri" I said softly, with tears continuing down my cheeks.

"I don't want to argue out, I want to rest" I said concubine maybe, I prefer to lay down my body, turn my back to Fahri who was still standing in the doorway, I covered my whole body hiding the pain in my heart over Fahri's never-ending insults.

Fahri POV

Sick? in hospital? so for days Vanesha was in the hospital alone, that night he called for help, but I ignored him. Now I just insulted him completely, even though I could see his face was so pale.

What's with me, I'm so angry in front of Nesha, even the words spoken are able to shed the tears of the woman, I'm annoyed she didn't come home three days, my emotions peaked at his return, I could see his face that was holding back the pain, not to mention his pale lips, but I ignored all, I preferred to vent emotions on him.

I came out of his room slamming the door hard enough, I scooped up some rough oxygen.

"what's wrong with me"

"argghhh" I calmed down the emotion in my heart, only after I went back into Nesha's room did I hear clearly the sobbing of Nesha who was lying with a blanket covering her entire body.

"Nes, sorry" I said softly.

"i'm emotional because you didn't come home and there's no news" I'm sitting next to him, he's still lying on my back, his sobbing is no longer heard.

"come out Fahri, I want to be alone" Nesha's voice trembled, I did not obey her words, I went to lie down next to Nesha, took down the blanket from her face, and she put it down,

"sorry" I don't know what magnet made me wrap my hands around Nesha's slender waist, I can't find any more stuffing from Nesha, I drowned my face in her neck,

"after Fahri, I need rest, my head is dizzy"

"are you still sick?"

"yes! I was sick with all your attitude towards me, without asking first you came calling me a cheap woman, three days I lay weak in a hospital bed, with no one coming to see me, I decided to go home early when my condition has not recovered properly, because what..." Nesha's voice restrained because of Isakan, I let him take it all out, my stupidity makes him sicker, I know my fault with him, I cling more tightly to his trembling body.

"you don't even feel sorry for me one bit, I sleep because my head is dizzy, you come back with your emotions, why are you angry when I don't tell you, while you go for days without giving any news, you are not asking not to care for each other, then why are you this angry because I did not go home, not only is our marriage limited to status no more. then what is the reason for your anger Fahri, what" I am also confused by my attitude to him that changes every time, did I begin to accept her presence in my life, I shook my head at all possibilities, I took off my hand that was coiled around her waist, I stood up and came out of Nesha's room, I know the woman is still crying under her blanket, I don't want to be too much with Nesha, I don't want to be stuck with feeling more of her.

Nesha POVs

It's exhausting if we love alone, as I am now, I love my own husband, but my love for him has never been reciprocated in the least.

Whether I should give up and let him get his own happiness, I also want to feel happy even though not with him.

His gratitude dizzy in the head has subsided, although the pain in the heart no change.

I wanted to cook something, my stomach was filled, since I got home from the hospital I haven't eaten anything, luckily there are still groceries in the kitchen, I want to make something warm and fruitful, he said, I decided to make soup.

In the midst of my busyness stirring the soup in the pot, I heard footsteps that were getting closer towards the kitchen.

"Fahri you've eaten, I've made soup, let's eat after the soup has matured" I offered Fahri a meal without turning to him, as if a fight had never happened between us.

"i eat outside, you eat" yes like the man usually refused me for the umpteenth time, I turned to find Fahri in neat clothes, where he went.

"Fahri, where are you going with that cloak?"

"it's none of your business, just take care of your business, without interfering in my affairs" he replied with a flat face but with a sharp intonation.

"i'm just asking Fahri, what's wrong?"

no more answers from Fahri, the man had left without saying the slightest greeting.

"or else mendini mending I married Daffa, rather than the same two-door refrigerator man" murmured me alone while continuing to stir the soup in the pot.

"but I've already put my heart on him"