I'm Your Wife Not a Statue
smells different

"Assalamualaikum mother's father, Nesha came home" I shouted after getting out of the car.

"Mom's daughter has come, mom misses you so much baby" mom hugged me that she so longed for.

"dad misses you too"

"honey, you came by yourself? where's your husband?" ask mom when she knows I came alone, mom is also looking for other people who should come with me.

"mas Fahri again a lot of work ma'am, I can't force her so much she "said me trying to convince my parents. Hope it works.

"Yes, I understand he must be busy, next time maybe he can come" I just smile, considering how many times I've lied about him to my parents.

"Let's go in son, you must be tired, let alone you drive your own car, mother has prepared your favorite food"

Hearing that I immediately grabbed my mother's shoulder, and went inside the house, not patiently eating the food my mother had long missed.

"mom, brother so come here, don't I miss Kanaya"

"Yes, your brother will be here "

I lay my tired body on the bed, staring at the sky of the room, my mind fixed on someone who didn't even think I existed. Want to call her just ask if she has eaten, but I still have common sense, I better spend 2 days to have fun.

Because I was too tired to fall asleep until the originally clear sky turned dark. My mother came to build me up to eat, and now I'm at the dinner table. We are still waiting for my brother and his family who also came, I miss my little nephew so much, I have not seen him for a long time.

We came out after hearing the bell of the house, it must be my brother.

"Abang" I hugged him tightly, after which Kaka was my sister-in-law and did not forget their little daughter.

"Tante Nesha longs for Kanaya"

"She missed Aunt Nesha too"

"hey, do you want to make your brother faint standing outside" said my excessive brother.

"What an exaggeration, you know nothing!"

"entrance Han" I said to my sister-in-law, in return with a sweet smile for me. I called her by her name, because we were the same age. My brother often hit me because of that, he said disrespectfully, even though we were the same age but Hana was still my Kaka-in-law, he said.

"Nesha your mouth does want a duct tape brother, yes. You called your Kaka-in-law by her name"

"We're the same age, your wife doesn't mind, does she?" I looked for justification by asking Hana with occasional nodding of head gesturing at her, my good sister-in-law finally replied with a nod of the head as well.

"This child, you want to fight until tomorrow, you don't see Hana from earlier standing exhausted" said my father to stop our silly quarrel. Tampa waited, I took Kanaya's hand to the dining table followed by the rest of the family.

"Sha, what a busy husband you are, so you can't take a little time to go to your mother's house" I ignored Nathan's questions.

"What a busy he can't take a minute" My brother repeated his question.

"Either" I answered simply, and continued my meal.

"He's being nice to you?"

"Yeah, I've been living with her for 1 year, if she's being bad to me where I want to hang on to her all this time" again I'm lying because of her, I don't know how many more lies to hide the abnormal state of our household.

"When he's like you, say the same brother, brother will teach him a lesson" I just nodded in agreement with Nathan's words, if I tell him, if yesterday I was pushed to hit the wall, I just nodded, I made sure Fahri would end up in Nathan's hands. Even if we fought a lot, my brother wouldn't let me get hurt. He will take care of me and obey all my wishes.

....

I can't take it anymore, it's really torturous, I grab my phone and try to call her but her phone is on another call, with whom she's calling at this hour, I tried calling her back after a few minutes of waiting, but there was no answer, ok now I send her a short message.

"I'm home tomorrow afternoon"

There was no answer like I thought, but I was relieved to have contacted him, and I finally got a good night's sleep.

I sat with my mother in our yard, I used to help my mother take care of her favorite flowers, I sat with my head on my shoulders, sometimes my mother gently rubbed my head.

"mother, Nesha does not want to go back to Jakarta, Nesha wants to stay with mom and dad only"

"You're talking about it, baby, you've got a husband, you've got a life of her own"

"Maybe he won't be a problem mom, if Nesha says permission to stay with mom's dad"

"Why baby? why do you want to live with your mom?"

"no papa, Nesha just wants to stay with you"

"you can make your husband feel alone. Who would welcome him when he was tired, who would make him food"

I did not answer my mother's words anymore, I chose to silence, afraid that if I talk a lot, I will talk about things that I do not want, I choose to hug my mother's body tightly, my mother's body, looking for the warmth I have longed for.

....

At 4 pm, back to Jakarta, I stopped by the restaurant briefly to fill my stomach. I was sitting on the last seat facing the street. I looked vaguely at someone sitting not far from my seat, I tried to make sure I wasn't the wrong person.

"Zidan?" he turned. Right, I'm not wrong, he's Zidan my brother's friend, he comes home with Nathan a lot. Ever since I got married, I never saw her again, I was so jealous of her because her skin was so much whiter than mine.

He smiled and walked to my desk.

"Nesha, why are you here, alone?"

I nodded

"i'm watching a football game" a fitting answer to his silly question.

"yes, I want to eat" I replied,

"you haven't changed sha, it's still the same as before, like her insistence, where's your husband?"

"i'm alone, he didn't come, I just came back from my mother's house, kept stopping by, my stomach asked to be filled"

"Hem, I didn't think we'd meet here, but I have to be first, maybe next time we can meet again, if that's me first, yes" he said and walked away, I waved my hand at her and in reply to her sweet smile, a smile that could make the girls fall asleep.

After eating I continued my journey, until 7 pm I finally reached home, my body crumpled, at this time my desire was only one, lying on the bed. The state of the house is deserted regardless of where the owner of this residence went. I walked towards the room but my steps stopped in front of the door of the other room, I just wanted to make sure if the owner was inside or not. I dared to open the door of the room that was not locked, the room was empty, there was no one, I walked to sit on the bed that was still neat.

Although we did not room, but I often enter if the owner of the room is not there to just clean up his room, and I did not really smell his room, but this time the room smells different than usual.

"Did she change her perfume" My monologue