I'm Your Wife Not a Statue
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Nesha woke up from her tiring sleep, she did not immediately get out of bed but she sat leaning on the bed dash, glancing at the empty space next to her.

Nesha POVs

How surprised he was when he came in and slept beside me, not only that, his sturdy hands were perfectly coiled in my stomach last night. I didn't sleep when she came into my room, I was just trying to muffle back the tears that accidentally came out when she called me a cheap woman.

My heart is racing faster than usual, I just hope last night he can't feel my abnormal heartbeat. I was confused as to why I didn't push her instead just let her hug me, what she said about me was right? I'm a cheap woman? he's not my husband wrong he hugged me,

Wrong, our relationship was not normal from the beginning. It would be strange if he suddenly hugged me when I started to lose consciousness, and woke up in the morning not to find anyone by my side.

Ok, let's just say that everything that happened last night was just a dream, never happened, live life as usual, wake up in the morning, cook, clean up the house, work, and be lonely.

All my work was done, breakfast time then work, without waiting for Fahri, I enjoyed my own breakfast, not long after he came down. For now I have no intention of offering her breakfast, after all she will refuse as usual. Sure enough, he just passed me and sat on the couch instead of going straight to the office. I finish my food marks, and the breakfast of Fahri that is not touched anymore I waste it in vain.

"Use this to buy kitchen needs" Fahri said as he handed me a card.

I looked into his eyes with a confused look, what happened to him, what happened to him last night, to give me his card.

"No need, I can still afford to buy everything with my money" I replied casually

"Why do you feel the head once, what is the difficulty, you just take it do not have to make my mood damaged in the morning"

"Making your mood broken, what do you mean, you who are angry are not clear, you suddenly give me a card to buy kitchen needs. Weird Fahri, we've been living together for 1 year, it's not a short time, as long as you never give me a dime of your work, and now you're forcing me to take the card" I pointed at the credit card on the table and didn't forget that my smile was clearly on my face.

"Think Fahri, who here is ruining the mood in the morning" continued me, and walked past him just like that.

Fahri POV

Nesha's words really managed to slap me, for one year we were married, I never gave a living fortunately, and now I force her to accept the card suddenly. I was confused by my own attitude, what was wrong with me, I pulled my hair rough that was neatly arranged, my mood was really broken, not because of Nesha, but because of my feelings for her.

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Nesha POVs

All this time, I've been used to spending my money to buy kitchen necessities, I can't just take his card. He's the one who ruined my mood, not mine,

I came home early from the office, at 5 pm I was home, the house is still empty, It seems the owner has not come home, until now I do not know for sure what time he came home from the office, he can come home earlier or longer than me, not even come home at all. While departing, he will leave early in the morning, sad not, living at home but like a stranger who is bound in one relationship. How can a wife not know when her husband comes home, do not get me wrong, she is wrong.

POV Author

After Nesha's return from the office, the girl, wait around, right if Nesha is still a girl, even though she's been married for a year.

Not long before the door opened. Fahri walked in with a chaotic state of unruly hair, a tie that had loosened, buttons of the top shirt that was open. Nesha realized that someone had entered and she woke up from her sleep. Trying to regain consciousness, as usual Fahri will stop by the kitchen to fetch water,

"Fahri, let's eat, I've prepared dinner for you" Nesha said without further ado.

There was no reply from the man, on the walk took a cold drink from inside the refrigerator and left Nesha who had since been waiting for her.

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Nesha was still focused on reading word for word, until she did not realize that someone had been watching her since

"What are you reading?"

"Novel" spontaneously Nesha uttered the sentence involuntarily, due to too focused reading, after re-digesting her condition, after, Nesha turned around and was shocked to see Fahri leaning in front of the closet with his hands folded on his chest.

"Why do you see ghosts"

"Since when do you want to know what I'm doing" said Nesha

Not answering, Fahri also sat his butt next to Nesha, nesha stared with a question mark.

"Nes, what exactly do you expect from our marriage?" Fahri asked without looking at Nesha's face, his eyes focused on the front of the non-lit tv.

"Nothing, what can I expect from this fake wedding, nothing"

"What if we take care of it" asked Fahri again.

Silent no Answer, Nesha is not a plain girl or a fool, she knows where Fahri's question goes.

Silent, awkward, that was their condition now, but the sound of Fahri's phone broke the silence between them.

"Wait, I'll be there soon"

After getting a call, Fahri immediately went to snatch the keys to the car on the nightstand, leaving Nesha without any intention of saying goodbye.

"Where else are you going, you just got home" shouted Nesha trying to stop Fahri, but was ignored by the man.

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Nesha's mind is in turmoil, Fahri said of the divorce, now back to haunt her. What if he was really divorced, surely his parents would be sad, what Nathan would beat Fahri for daring to dump his beloved sister. In his absence reading glasses that have been wet with tears, the thought of divorce makes his heart hurt, many will be injured, his parents are also Fahri's own parents.