I'm Your Wife Not a Statue
accidents

Nesha POVs

hands hesitated slightly raised to return his embrace, I ventured to wrap my hands around his waist, my head placed on his chest, the fragrance of his vanilla perfume peeping into the olfactory. I could feel his hand rubbing my head.

"Let's split up" That whisper that finally woke me up from my beautiful dream, whether it was a good dream or a bad dream, the atmosphere was still dark, my tears dripped, my eyes dripped, it felt like the dream was so real, to my tears on the cheeks, I thought something was strange in my body, something was falling on my stomach, something was happening, as my hands touched the area, I found another hand there, my eyes were perfectly patterned, I quickly turned my body, and I found Fakhri sleeping beside me, the man's eyes opened wide, without even blinking, he kept staring at me.

"Fakhri, are you here?"

"Hm, sleep again, it's late, your office isn't open yet" I pursed my lips.

"Fakhri, do you have two different personalities "

"what do you mean, Nesha "

"your nature is always changing, sometimes you are cold, sometimes you are jutek, not infrequently you also care, what is really with you "

"this is me, Fakhri, the man you married a year ago" Fakhri pulled me closer to him.

"Nesha, why are you still hanging on when I'm treating you so badly, why are you leaving me alone, leave this jerk behind?"

"why should I go when my heart is so attached to you" our eyes clashed with each other, Fakhri's gaze was the first time I found.

"if I asked you to go? how" I fell silent as he said that, for the umpteenth time Fakhri said that sentence

"why do you want me to leave so badly, Fakhri, why don't you just let me continue to be by your side, without getting love from you. I don't care, as long as I can continue with you"

"i want you to be happy, I want you to be able to find a better man than me, I don't deserve you, go and find your happiness with another" I shook my head faintly in his arms, my tears coming back down profusely.

"why do you have the heart to say that Fakhri, why am I so disturbing in your life"

"yes, you're bothering me so much." I swallowed my Saliva with great difficulty.

"you're so upset with my feelings Nesha, you're teasing me with your thoughts on me, aren't you tired of being in my head" I was struck by her words, what else, this, Why is it that every word is always difficult for me to digest.

"you love me Fakhri?" I ventured to ask that, Fakhri kept silent, he refused to answer, his face slowly approached, and...

one kiss managed to land on my lips, my heart was beating uncharacteristically, I was increasingly confused by the man's attitude.

"go to bed and stop asking" the man clenched me, my legs locked by his feet, his eyes closed, but I couldn't close my eyes, his words just now always turned around in my head.

Fakhri POV

it's been two months I haven't come home, I miss vanesha, miss vanes my first wife, arghhh, I'm stuck between Laras and vanesha, so much,when I married vanesha I thought I would never fall for her, but I was wrong, I was so mired deep in her charms, her patience, her sincerity, her love, everything about her I liked, how to tell him if I love him but I can't be with him, how to tell him if I can't be by his side, he'll hurt even more if he stays with me, he will continue to be hurt by my attitude.

only one can I keep, only Laras I make the only one, because Laras has no one but me, while Nesha, Nesha has so many people who love her, Ali won't worry if we part later.

"I love you my wife"

"forgive me" I put up another kiss on the top of his head

Nesha POVs.

I stretch my muscles that feel stiff.I can't find Fakhri next to me, what's wrong with me

"what was I dreaming about last night in a dream"

"safsame"

"Fakhri "

"FAKHRIII"

"Fakhri" many times I cried his name, but the man never came, Ali really dreamt, I really miss him until I finally dreamed it, I sibak my hair messy.

"It turns out it was just a dream, Fakhri wasn't really in the arms"

"fakri, go home, I miss you, come home even if you're as indifferent as ever, I don't care Fakhri, as long as you're around"

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Fakhri POV

before Nesha woke up, I was gone first, I couldn't keep weakening if I was with her for too long, I wanted to forget her, I also she wanted to give up waiting for me and chose to leave, I know it hurts her, but at least it won't hurt more than when she found out that I've been suing her.

"excuse me Nesha, sorry" I repeatedly beat the steering wheel to release my emotions. The rain that fell in the morning made my visibility blocked, not to mention the eyes that gushed with tears. the car in front of the truck can no longer be caught in the sight of me slamming the steering wheel to avoid it but unfortunately, I can not control my car, the road divider is only about one meter high, the road divider is only about one meter, broken because I hit, the car that I was riding in control and fell into a ravine that I did not know, the cold red liquid I could feel had flowed in the area of my face, slowly my vision became blurry and completely dark.

"vanesha, I-I love you, my wife"

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Nesha POVs

since this morning why did I feel so agitated like this, what was with me, my work was not finished also because of the chaotic thoughts.

"Nesha, it's been checked out by a novel that's coming out next month"

"oh bell for a minute, I'll check soon" I'm so not feeling good with martial, because my condition is not in the mood, work so delayed as well.

no matter how hard I tried to shift my focus to work, it did not make me switch to thinking about Fakhri, like something happened to my husband, I just always pray, I just always pray, wherever he may always be in the protection of Allah.

"god, take care of my husband wherever he is, don't let anything bad happen to him"

my phone is ringing