I'm Your Wife Not a Statue
Nesha Raisa's

Nesha POVs

Finished also finally my work today, I stretch my muscles stiff, I lyrics clock on the wall.

"it's 9 p.m." My monologue tidied my stuff in a bag.

"beak, I'm first yes"

"yes, be careful"

"Lo too" I waved at vanesha and rushed home, I was hoping to meet with Fakhri today.

....

Arriving at the apartment, the atmosphere was still the same as this morning and before, I sat my butt on the sofa, my throbbing temples were massaged using fingers.

"o Allah Fakhri, where are you, you are so angry with me because yesterday I did not want to go home again, I should be angry with you Fakhri" the phone in my bag rang, Calls from foreign phone numbers, I frown and I ignore, I was the laziest to pick up the phone from a foreign number, a few minutes later the number was back, call, call, deng was upset and tired of wiping the screen on my phone

"assalamualaikum, with vanesha's mother"

"Waalaikumsallam, yes I am vanesha, vanesha Angela"

"sorry mother, I from the police want to inform you that your husband had a traffic accident, the mother's husband has been successfully evacuated and now the mother's husband is in the Pelita jaya hospital" Ki closed my mouth with his hands, the phone in his ear slammed into the floor, the blood in my body stopped flowing in there, my hands shaking, with slow steps, he said, I rushed back downstairs, I wanted to prove if the words of the foreign caller who claimed to be a policeman were just a lie, but why my feelings could not stop thinking that no-no.

"fa-fakhri, there's no way it's not Fakhri, my husband is still in his office, Fakhri is busy so don't go home" I tried to convince myself that Fakhri was okay, before going to the hospital I went to Fakhri's office first, and the state of Fakhri's office was deserted, the fence was closed, I returned to turn the direction to Pelita jaya hospital with high speed, my feelings grew even more alarmed when I found Fakhri's office that had been sealed shut, I touched my chest to calm myself down.

Ali rushed to the igd room because the police said my husband was still being handled.

I was surprised to see that my in-laws were already there, with another woman in a wheelchair, her face pale, her eyes swollen, and her mother Fakhri.

"mah, pah" I called them.

"Nesha" my mother-in-law came over and hugged me, the woman was crying, she rubbed my back.

"mah, what is this, the news is wrong right, it's not Fakhri right"

"nes.. that's Fakri son, your husband's accident" my head shook faintly, I hate this news, why is everyone saying such nonsense, my Fakhri is not papa, I don't know how to, he was busy and had not yet returned home"

"you don't joke, we're tricked mah, it's not Fakhri" I said firmly

"eng-eng-eng-engak is not possible, Fakhri can not be an accident, Fakhri there is ko Bu, he again rest aja "

"sad you calm yourself, son"

"not fak--"

"vanesha "

POV author

the woman fainted in the arms of her mother-in-law.

....

Fakhri's condition is critical, the man was put into the ICU room, a lot of tools attached to his body to help him stay alive. It has been two days Nesha waiting for her husband to wake up, Nesha said, never tired of his oral prayer for his beloved husband, without him realizing if not only he who hopes and prays for the healing of Fakhri as a husband, there is a pale woman who is always in his wheelchair, the thin woman who always looked at Nesha with sadness, the guilt of the woman he could not hide.

only one person was allowed in to meet Fakhri in a room full of tools.

"Fakhri, you're angry because I didn't come home with you that heart.hm yes.you're angry until you never come home again, you know Fakhri, I miss your cold voice, I miss your snapping, I miss your rude attitude Fakhri, two instead of you leaving without news, you know all that torments me so much, Fakhri"

"and finally I can see you again, but with your gini-rich state, you know how devastated I am Fakhri, I am sick Fakhri, realize I beg you "

on the outside, the woman with my eyes sheds her tears.

"why son?" ask Goddess Fakhri's mother

"Nesha is a good woman, should not Fakhri marry me and hurt her feelings, that woman is so sincere to Fakhri Bu" Dewi hugged her daughter-in-law.

Fakhri did it for you, son"

"Mom, Fakhri loves Nesha, Raisa knows that"

"Fakhri loves you both"

"when Nesha finds out about Raisa and Fakhri's relationship, she'll be forgotten"

"it's not time to talk about that, son, just pray your husband gets well"