I'm Your Wife Not a Statue
attentiveness

Spilled my tears, even though Fahri did not lift his phone, what should I do now, it hurts so much, I opened a little long skirt that I was wearing.

But I didn't give up, I tried again to contact Fakhri, hoping this time the man would pick her up,.

I was a little bit in disbelief, the article this time Fahri raised my call, did not wait long I put the phone in the ear.

"***--"

"CAN'T YOU DISTURB MY CALM, I WANT TO REST, WANT TO HAVE FUN OUT THERE, PLEASE, BUT DON'T BOTHER ME, DON'T YOU" I HAVEN'T FINISHED THE greeting I SAID, fakhri's clasps add pain to the chest.

"sorry Fahri, I didn't mean to bother you, I just wanted to ask for a-"

Titt!!! my call was dropped unilaterally by Fakhri, the tears on the flat are now getting louder.

"mother" I said

"Oh my God, it hurts" my ankles have turned blue, there's nothing I can do now but cry, you cry.

"do I have to call Zidan?" Zidan lives not far from where I work, do I have to ask Zidan for help.

Husband who should be a guard, even reluctant to look at the face, how can I put hope so that he would help, security guard in front also could not hear my screams, I was still upstairs, I was still there, while he is downstairs.

I took a breath before pressing Zidan's number that I've been staring at since, maybe Zidan hasn't slept yet, my call he immediately raised.

"Waalaikumsallam, Nes. why. tumben gini night call"

"eh, I-I.." I doubt why I'm so sorry about him.

"why nes, by the way"

"may I ask for help?"

"why not, by the way Nes"

"em... You can pick me up at the office, I fell down, my legs sprained, soon the office closed, I can't call Fahri, my legs are swollen"

"I'm going there now"

titt!!!! I looked at my cell phone screen, why others I could rely on more than my own husband, I looked up to hold back tears so as not to come out again, it hurt so much.

"Nesha" I waited for about 10 minutes, no matter how fast the man was driving his car, his panicked face was so clear, he immediately sat in front of my straight leg.

"Nes, why?"

"i'm in a hurry, so I don't see the road, it hurts so bad and" I hold Zidan's hand who wants to reveal a little bit of my skirt, I know the guy just wants to see it, but it doesn't feel right, I also know the limits of being a Muslim.

"sorry-sorry, I'm just.." I opened it for her myself, her eyes wide at my already blue and swollen ankles.

"O Allah Nes, your feet"

"it hurts" I complained "

"we must quickly take her to the hospital, fearing that there is something serious, Nes" I nodded

"Nes, I have to carry you, there is no way you can walk alone with rich legs gini "it is very impossible in fact, there is no other choice but to let Zidan carry me, I nodded in agreement to Zidan's words.

In my heart I kept asking God for forgiveness, I knew what we were doing wrong, I shouldn't ask Zidan for help, we weren't mahrams, but on the other hand I need his help, I can faint withholding pain alone, I have also contacted my office friends, but no one responds to my calls, maybe they've all rested, in the end Zidan is the last option for me to ask for help.

"O Allah, I'm sorry servant" I said in my heart, now that I'm on Zidan's sling, I'd at most not want to look him in the face.

ta-but wait a minute, Fahri? the silhouette of a man was now clearly visible in front, right.it was Fakhri, his breathing was even still seen panting.

"Fah-"

"Let me be fat" I have trouble digesting what happened, now my body has moved in the sling Fahri. I looked at his face from below, the sweat was still on the man's face, did the man come to pick me up, argghhh. All of a sudden, Fakhri came in while I was in another man's arms, that's all I have in my head now.

"Sir, wait, we're still inside" Zidan shouted trying to stop the security guard who wanted to close the gate, but alas.

"we're back in your office"

"i-iya" I replied with a still nervous feeling.

Fahri dropped me off in one of the waiting chairs, he sat down crouching, instead of my little skirt

"AW, it hurts Fahri" I complained when Fakhri's hand accidentally touched the swollen part, he looked up at me.

"sick" I said

"his feet need to be compressed" Zidan suggested, there was nothing to do, other than to compress.

"where is the kitchen Nes" this time Fahri who said

" it's next to the printing room, just from here, the 5-room block tee, keep turning left" I explained, hopefully he understands.

"you wait here, I get you some water first" Fakhri wanted to stand up, but Zidan immediately held back.

"i am, you are here to take care of Nesha, there is no way I take care of her, right?" fahri thought for a moment, then he nodded.

things became awkward after Zidan, many times I threw a glance when he accidentally met him, he did not say a word, his face was so flat, he also continued to look at my ankles.

"fa-fahhri" he looked up with his flat face.

"can you come here?" I dared to ask, since then it has continued to disturb my head.

"why still in the office, instead of going home on time" I sighed, I asked and wanted to get an Answer instead of getting another question, annoying.

"i have work to finish this week" I replied later.

"Why don't you say you're overtime today?" he asked with his head lowered, confused, obviously I was confused, a question he himself knew the answer to.

"when did you want to know about me?" I don't know getting questions like that, getting my eyes back into the river, he didn't answer, he dodged, his hand stroked my calf.

I quickly wiped away the tears on my cheeks, Zidan came with a basin of water and a towel. The man sat crouched down also beside Fahri, he wanted to compress my ankle, but Fahri roughly snatched the cloth that Zidan had already squeezed.

"he's my wife, let me do it" I saw Zidan just nod and stand up

"sorry" the movement of my lips could understand Zidan, the man nodded with a smile.

"AW Fakhri slow down, sick"