I'm Your Wife Not a Statue
Let's divorce!!

My busy life returned as usual, cooking, washing, cleaning the house before work. But this time I'm just cooking for me, because Fahri hasn't come home yet. After breakfast I rushed to the office but before I opened the door there was someone who opened it first.

"you just got home? from anywhere?"

"Surge! don't get in my way" again he pushed my body, I wanted to snap his hair, I asked him kindly, he was rude to me, he was rude to me, don't want the problem to continue I prefer to go to the office.

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I worked late into the night, because the script I edited had to be finished soon. Be me overtime, my waist feels like it wants to get out of place, maybe because of the slow sitting. I took the bag on the table, and walked out of the office, it was cold at night, especially late at night. I ran a little faster to get in the car.

"What's wrong, what's wrong with my car?" I tried once again to turn on my car, but nil, this car is indeed an old car, my father's car, and until now still faithfully accompany me anywhere. I rarely checked his condition so this could happen, breaking down at the wrong time. I'm still raising money to buy a new car, but the money's still lacking, I can ask Dad for it, but it's funny if I do it, what my dad says later, what my dad says, asked her for a car when my husband was able to buy her a lot better.

There is nothing I can do other than call Fahri to pick me up, have a call to how many but his phone is always in another call, if it lasts a long time silence mourning my car is sad, I could freeze to death from the cold.

I don't want to have to walk around looking for a taxi. But no taxi passed, my mind was screwed, I was afraid that bad people would bother me on the street. If it's like this feeling of regret came, why was I always lazy to go taekwondo training, if I just obey my father, maybe I don't need to be afraid to meet bad people on the street. D plus the road was quiet and dark, by fighting fear, I tried to get home safely.

"mother, Father... Nesha's scared" I groaned in fear.

Thank goodness I arrived safely, with my heart still racing, my hands trembling with cold I pressed button by button to open the door, wait, I'm not senile yet, I still remember very well the password, what's wrong, whether the door is broken, or!! FAHRI CHANGED THE SAND. How could he have me, changed the password without telling me.

"Fahri open the door, I'm outside. Fahri I beg you here very cold" there is no telling from inside, my body is no longer strong to hold the cold, my legs are no longer strong to support the body. I still try to knock on the door and occasionally call the owner.

"Fahri please open the door"

Fahri POV's.

I changed my apartment password, I purposely so that he can not enter, wherever he just came home at this hour. I don't like someone coming in and out of my house. Is he not ashamed to come home late, if he does not, give me a little shame, what people say if I have a wife who works home late at night, want to put where my face. I let him outside scream and begged him to realize his fault.

But for a long time there was no sound, no knock, did he leave again. I walked out to make sure things were right. I opened the door and saw him sitting by folding his legs together as a pedestal.

"From wherever you are, if it is not the intention to go home, yes.no need to go home all together" silence no answer, I tried to shake his body with his legs, I think he fell asleep or fainted, I think he was, he is still conscious. She seemed to have trouble standing up, without apologizing she walked past me. I pulled her hand to stop her step, her soft finger felt so cold, I felt the tremors from her hand once in a while.

"Deliver! I'm tired"

"Where have you been" in looking at me with a glare, I feel guilty letting her outside, her hands feel so cold but I just let her outside for a little while. But why was his hand so cold, what cares about me, I let go of my grip on his hand, he went back limp towards his room, he said,

"I'm missing" my inner

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POV author

A girl in office clothes still attached to her body was wriggling on the bed. Keep away with the sunlight that enters without permission through the room gap, because the window cover curtains are not tightly closed.

"What time is it" he took the phone on the table.

"God! I'm bad luck"

Nesha POVs

Actually I feel unwell, all night I shiver cold, want to ask permission to take a day off work, but the script I'm working on must be finished immediately. With a little haste I prepared to go to the office, I also did not have time to make breakfast, just prepare bread without fringe with a glass of milk for Fahri, after which I rushed to the office.

Forced today I have to take public transportation to the office, car problems, I've called the workshop to tow my car. I wish today could be better than yesterday.

Fahri POV's.

Nesha POVs.

Finally my work was done on time, I can go home now, my car has also been delivered. Tired, all day I just sat staring at my computer screen, typing word for word, until I forgot to eat. Lately my eating is irregular, I can spend a full day in my room. My head is dizzy, my stomach is hungry, before I go home I stop by first to buy Jajangmyeon, I buy 2 Jajangmyeon for me and for Fahri, it's up if later the food will be wasted again.

I stood long before the door of the apartment, Fahri had not told me what his password was, I breathed my fuss. What should I do now, not long ago a heavy voice broke my daydream.

"His password is still the same" it's Fahri's voice, he pressed the same password before.

"My mom's coming in 1 hour, I hope you understand what you have to do" she said

"Hem "every mother comes I'm asked to move all my belongings to her room, because in this apartment there are only 2 rooms, if she asks me to move clothes, if she wants me to move clothes, his mother would stay and sleep in the guest room. I was tired of just coming home from the office and now have to move all my stuff again to his room without exception.

Without thinking for a long time and wasting my time I rushed to move all my stuff, because she said her mother would come in the near future, I did not want to make her disappointed when we knew all this time we separated the room.

Finally this stupid job is done too, I just put some clothes in the closet while the rest I put in the bag and so do other items. My body felt sticky from sweat, I quickly had to take a shower before my mother-in-law came. After the shower I just remembered with the Jajangmyeon I bought earlier, my stomach was not able to stand it, I grabbed Jajangmyeon and ate it in a hurry.

"you've eaten, I've bought you Jajangmyeon"

On walking up to me, I thought he wanted to sit down and eat together, in fact he just wanted to convey something that just ruined my mood.

"I've told you how many times, stop acting like we're a harmonious couple" Fahri said so coldly,

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A few minutes later my mother-in-law finally arrived. We have to behave like a romantic couple. I hugged my mother-in-law who, although not young anymore, was still very pretty.

"Sorry, you're bothering you this night"

"not at all, mah" not at all mah, you don't trouble me just your son who almost killed me by giving silly orders at inappropriate times, my mind grumbled.

"you just came home from your husband's sister's house, once you stop by to see you" said my in-laws, walking in his son's hand.

"excuse me, Nesha didn't have time to make food before she came, but Nesha will make something now"

"don't kid, you ate before you got home from your sister-in-law's house, you're tired and you want to sleep" I'm so grateful, because now I'm so tired, my body is crumbling.

"yes, let's take Nesha to the room"

Finished taking Fahri's mother to the room I also went into Fahri's room to rest, as usual I had to sleep on his sofa curled up like a person who was cold because the size of his sofa did not match the size of my body, without thinking for a long time I immediately took a sleeping position.

Suddenly the sound destroyed all my efforts to sleep, the sentence he issued was like a sword that pierced deep into my heart from the many words on this earth, why should that phrase come out of his scorching mouth.

"Nesha, let's get divorced"

I immediately sat on the couch, digesting the sentence that had just come out of the mouth of a bastard Fahri, how could he talk about divorce.

"Do you really want a divorce with me, Fahri?"

"You think" instead of answering, he asked back.

Shut up, I shut up, I don't know what answer to give. Silent, both me and him equally silent, I turned my body to look at him, it turns out that the man was already lying on his soft bed. I took a rough breath. While still faithfully staring at him from a distance.

"Do you really want a divorce with me "I repeat that question but only heard by me, without excuse the tears that I always hold, spilled too, he said, creek in the eye patch, tightness in the chest would call Fahri so painful my feelings.