I'm Your Wife Not a Statue
Residing

Nesha POVs.

My whole body hurts, I squirm a little, but there's something strange, since when I... 'I SLEPT BY MAKING THE THIGH FAKHRI AS A PILLOW' Oh god what's wrong with me, the shock of which I was not aware of the condition of my feet, I stood up suddenly, suddenly, as a result I screamed loudly in pain at my ankles.

"Aaaaa" the shout made Zidan and Fahri wake up.

"Vanesha" just as Fakhri stood up, he rubbed my body to sit on the chair.

"you're crazy" was clearly the man's annoyance, not knowing what made him so sorry, probably because my screams surprised him.

"are you papa Nes?" Zidan also looked so worried. I felt guilty for shaking them.

"you why the hell, already know the pain of gini rich, instead of asking for help if there is anything" I mumbled lips, what is the form of attention Fahri, honestly my heart warms, warms, although his tone of speech was not soft - gentle at all.

Sorry"

"what do you want, let me get it" I shook my head again, like it made Fahri more furious, Fahri ruffled his hair that was already messy, why does that fascinate me with him. Fahri is really handsome, why his waking face can be that handsome.

"why?"

"ah, eng-grandfather"

"what time is your office open, Nes?" ask Zidan.

"it's open soon too"

I haven't had time to dry my esophagus, several employees have arrived, there is Bela too. They were staring confusedly at the three of us, but they just greeted and passed by, except for Bela.

"Nes, Lo.." Bela's confused face really needs my explanation. He probably noticed my clothes were not changing.

"Bel, I'm the same as them sleeping in the office" it seems my words make Bela more confused, I'm stupid in terms of explaining.

"me--" My words stopped because Fahri cut them off.

"My wife fell down when I wanted to go home, me and him" I saw Fakhri pointing at Zidan using his chin.

"we both came to nolongin my wife, but the front guard locked the three of us, and with the force of the three of us to spend the night in this office" Bela nodded, but her face still looked confused, confused, I wanted to explain in my own version, but Fahri first carried me.

"we're going to the hospital"

"ii-iya" somehow I always stuttered when nearby, I turned reluctant to look at Fahri's face, the man was only focused on the road in front of him. Fahri put me in his car, while my car, he said on the crane, I no longer find Zidan, I do not know when Zidan came home, the man also did not say goodbye to me.

"Fahri, I think it just needs to be sorted, it's just a little sprain" I was ignored by him.

"Fahri--"

"can be quiet and obedient no, I want to take you to the hospital, let's check, why a really big stone" Fahri did not snap, but his words were so sniffy, I turned, I turned away, I should be quiet when I'm around him, because everything I say is always wrong in his eyes.

I thought we were going straight home, but Fahri actually stopped at one of the roadside food stalls, there was no chat before him if he wanted to have breakfast there.

"Fahri why did it stop?" I just wanted to get stale, but he gave me a cold look as usual.

"get down, let's have breakfast first, I'm hungry"

Fahri ordered two servings of yellow rice, without offering me anything, I sat in front of him. Actually I want to sit next to him, but I ponder, afraid Fahri uncomfortable with me.

I was tired of waiting for our order to be ready, the food stall was quite crowded visitors, looked different to Fahri, Fahri was so serious with his phone, actually sitting in front of me who the hell, who the hell, is it true that I married her, if I was her wife, sometimes the question comes to my head, whether until when I can survive with Fahri, our abnormal family life sometimes makes me depressed.

"Thank you" our order finally came, to be honest I don't really like yellow rice, but inversely proportional to Fahri, the man so enjoyed it, like his stall has become a subscription, he said, Fahri was seen occasionally joking with the stall service.

Although I do not like it, I still try to chew my yellow rice with the help of water.

"quickly finish your food, I want to work, I don't have time to wait for you" I looked up at him, the man wasn't looking at me, the plate was empty.

"you go home first, I can go home alone" I did not expect with his response, I just spontaneously spoke like that, but in fact in serious response to him, the man stood up from his seat, he said, put the phone back in my pants pocket, and walk past me without saying a word.

I slightly twisted my body to make it easier to see, Fahri paid for our food and did not sit back in front of me, but rather got into the car, slowly Fahri's car moved to leave the yard stall.

I was gaping, not expecting that Fahri after that with me, he actually left me, my breathing arrived - not crowded, not because of illness, but because of Fahri's behavior.

The man was like a different person, last night he was so worried about me, as if being the most frightened human being when I was in pain, but now... Fahri came back with his cold demeanor, thinking I was just a useless statue in his life, I looked up, prevented the tears that wanted to come out, I hated crying like this the most, I hated crying like this, I hate to cry over Fahri's attitude towards me.

I couldn't finish my meal, with a little restrained I walked up to the cashier to ask if my food had been paid for, but thankfully Fahri still paid for my rice, I was just afraid I couldn't pay for it, because my bag was left in Fahri's car.

Now that I was confused as to whether I was going home, I had no fare to pay for public transport.

There was no other choice, I had to walk with an ankle that was still hurting, now my stomach was uncomfortable, repeatedly I wanted to vomit something from inside there, I was like this, I was like this, if you have eaten something that I do not like, it feels nauseous.

week!!!

"please not now"

week!!!

I tried as hard as I could to hold the surge from the inside, not to mention that my ankle was getting painful, there was no motorcycle taxi I could ask for help to drive home.

Fakhri POV

Damn, I cursed to realize my outrageous attitude towards Nesha, I left Nesha out of annoyance with her words. Without thinking about his condition that was not good, not to mention I saw his bag in the car, I decided to turn back the car to pick up my wife

But I no longer find him in the stall, said the waiter Nesha just left, I scrambled my hair frustrated, from far away I saw Nesha sitting on the sidewalk of the road, the woman slumped her face between her knees, I parked the car and came to her.

"Nes" Nesha looked up