Love In Forced Marriage
Chapter 22// Began to realize

After last night's fight, Zoya changed a little. He who usually always wants to know what Andreas is doing, suddenly silent no matter.

This morning Andreas was confused looking for a suit to go golfing. At nine he had an appointment with one of his big clients to play golf. It was eight o'clock in the morning, but he could not find the clothes he used to go golf.

Andreas sat quietly in front of his disheveled closet. He felt frustrated that he could not find what he was looking for.

He could not find anything on his own. Rania used to be able to easily find what she was looking for.

After getting married to Zoya, she was actually quite helped as well. Because Zoya is like Rania, always helping her find the hard stuff in her car.

But today is different, Zoya just kept quiet to see him busy ruffling the entire closet. Andreas's bedroom door was wide open. Zoya actually knew, but given Andreas' words last night she didn't want to do anything for her husband.

Zoya is currently enjoying her breakfast alone at the dinner table. Suddenly Andreas came out of the room to approach him.

"Can you help me find my golf shirt?" For the first time a gluttonous Andrew asked Zoya for help.

Zoya did not answer him, but went straight from the dining table and went into Andrew's room.

Andrew followed him into the room. Actually, he's a prestige to ask Zoya for help. But there's no other choice. He could have bought a new shirt, but it would have taken longer.

"What is this shirt you're looking for?" Ask Zoya while showing her the clothes she was holding.

"Yes right." Andreas replied still with a sense of prestige.

It wasn't until five minutes, Zoya had already found him. He gave the shirt to Andreas, then passed away from the room.

Andreas wanted to thank me but his tongue was sweaty. So those words are not spoken. She shut the door of her room as soon as Zoya came out.

A little while later Andreas was ready and was about to leave. She no longer finds Zoya outside. The room is also tightly closed. Looks like he's inside. Andreas just left without saying goodbye. Usually it is too.

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At the golf club Andreas plays while chatting casually with his partner. The three comrades did not come alone. Their wives went there. Waiting for them to play.

The topic of their conversation today was not about work. Except for a wife. Andreas' friends talk to each other about their wives. Much in common with them. They claim to be very difficult without the help of their wives. There is also a story that tells if initially did not like his wife, because married through matchmaking. But gradually they accepted each other and eventually loved each other.

Andreas was interested in the story of his partner in the match. His colleague said that his wife was willing to leave her single life, including her lover, just to accept the match that could not be refused. That was what made him realize to accept it and not hate it anymore. After all, his attitude was good, not worth hating.

The words made Andreas think of Zoya. All this time he was very thin, rude, and always hated him. Though he had also sacrificed for the sake of obeying Rania's will. Andreas became silent daydreaming to himself.

"Sir Andrew, is it not desirable to have another wife?" Ask one of my colleagues.

"A.. How sir?" Andreas flinched from his daydream.

"Did Mr. Andrew not want to marry again? Mumpung is young. Don't get too drawn up in grief. Almarhumah Bu Rania certainly also wants Mr. Andreas happy." Said one of the colleagues while touching Andreas's shoulder.

Andreas just smiled faintly in response. His business partner does not know if he is married again. A marriage that is legal in the eyes of religion, but never lived like a real marriage.

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After golf Andreas went straight to his apartment. It doesn't look like anyone's in there. Looks like Zoya has already left for the boutique.

The whole corner of the apartment always looks neat and clean. Of course it's thanks to Zoya. Who else if not him. Because there is no ART there.

"I remember the basket was full because I was busy until there was no time to go to the laundry." Andreas Mummies.

It was a big closet in his room. All the clothes are back neat. He also saw that the suit that was originally in a dirty basket was now clean hanging neatly in its place.

"He's still doing all this even though I've said things that hurt him." Andreas mutters begins to feel guilty towards Zoya.

CRC ...

Suddenly, Andrew's stomach rang. Signs he's starting to feel hungry. He hasn't eaten anything since morning. When he was outside he bought nothing.

He exited the room towards the dining table. In dikiya close the meal and look rice and vegetables and side dishes served.

Zoya is upset and tired of Andreas' attitude. But she still does her job as a wife.

Andreas picked up the plate and sat down at the table to enjoy the dish. This is the first time she's eaten Zoya's cooking.

One mouthful had entered his mouth. Andreas' eyes sparkled. He can't lie about the taste of Zoya's cooking. It felt so good on his tongue.

EEEHHKK ..

A loud belching sound came out from Andreas' mouth. He was shocked to cover his mouth with both hands. For a long time he had not felt the pleasure of home-cooked food like this.

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The clock shows at 18:35 WIB. Zoya steps out of the boutique to go home. He walks while doing muscle stretches. Today was quite exhausting.

He looked at his phone, his online taxi order at the cancel. But he has waited a long time. He tried to reorder, but couldn't. Finally he decided to walk forward looking for a taxi or taxi passing by.

Zoya stands on the side of the road while waiting for a passing taxi. When it is needed there is always nothing. Yeah, Zoya didn't see a taxi or an ojek through there.

The streets there looked wet, as it rained heavily this afternoon. There was a lot of water on that side of the road.

Zoya refocused on her phone, she again tried to order a taxi online because no one had passed.

ZRAEASSE ..

A car at high speed passed through a puddle not far from Zoya standing. The water is spurting and it will surely flush Zoya who is standing there.

Aaaaaa ...

Zoya screamed and lowered her head and drove away the water she was about to catch by hand.

GRAF ..

BJN ..

Someone came to embrace him and became the shield from the cripatan of the dirty puddle. Zoya looked up, seeing who was helping her.

"Mr Andreas..."