Married Because of Debt (Should Separate)
Dream House
"Not to be so considerate, I can do it myself" Fahmi said as Nurlia tried to help her wear a tie.
"Even if our relationship is only on paper. But I am your wife. A wife's duty is to serve her husband."
Fahmi grunts in annoyance, he lets Nurlia justify his tie.
Smiling, Nurlia eagerly pairs Fahmi's tie, though Fahmi turns his eyes the other way.
"I know the beginning of marriage is a difficult beginning. Trust me, everything will be fine as time goes on,"
"Nurlia, I told you never to expect more from this marriage. I don't love you."
...I don't love you...
...and never will ...
...love you. I hate this bond, even I hate you, Nurlia....
Nurlia could only sigh deeply then walk behind her husband to join the breakfast.
It was the umpteenth time Fahmi revealed directly if she would never love Nurlia, even hate her.
Again, again. Nurlia had to sit alone with separate meals. There was no rebuke to him. Nurlia was truly like a stranger whose presence was not even visible.
"Prepare, in the afternoon I will invite you to live together in my new home" Fahmi said as he glanced at Nurlia.
"Fahmi, are you sure you'll stay in that house with him?" ask Mila.
"Let it go" said Anton, Fahmi's father.
"But that house..."
"Enough, Ma. Fahmi is now the husband of Nurlia."
Mila looked very upset, she left the dining table first. Nurlia did not dare to look at it after Mila looked at herself with a sharp gaze.
Nurlia spent her time packing her belongings in the room. Not many belong to Nurlia because indeed she planned to bring all her belongings after moving to the house mentioned by Fahmi.
"I'll wait outside" Fahmi said as she came to pick up Nurlia.
"Can't you wait for me in a minute?" ask Nurlia.
"I don't have much time because after this I have to get back to the office."
Nurlia only let out a long sigh while looking at Fahmi who came out with Nurlia's suitcase.
Actually quite confusing, considering Fahmi once said that the driver would pick him up to a new home. But it turns out he was the one who drove Nurlia himself.
"Pa, I'm saying yes.." Nurlia kisses Anton's hand.
"May your marriage find a bright spot to happiness."
"Insign. Thank you, pa."
Nurlia turned to Mila. Mila looks cynical but still let Nurlia say goodbye and kiss the back of her hand.
Tit !!
The sound of the car horn made Nurlia immediately go from the presence of her two in-laws and get into Fahmi's car.
"Am I a driver? who told you to sit in the back?" ketus Fahmi when Nurlia opens the back door.
"I'm sorry, I don't usually like it when I'm sitting next to you. Just like the family, right?"
Fahmi reflexively looked towards Nurlia, inexplicably the words from Nurlia made her heart flinch.
"Sorry."
Nurlia smiled faintly when she heard Fahmi say an apology, albeit a sigh of relief.
Inshallah, if I were your ribs. All things will get better.
"We have arrived" said Fahmi who made Nurlia stop reading the small Koran that he always brought.
"Alhamdulillah.." Nurlia smiled and breathed in relief. After driving for an hour, they finally arrived.
"If I may know, why did Mas choose a house that was a good distance from the parents' house?" nurlia asked with a heart while entering the 2-story house.
"Actually I don't like to get too close to both parents when I'm married, after all this house used to be a dream of ..."
"Who are you from, Mom?"
Fahmi closed his eyes, then walked in through Nurlia.
"Not who. There are five rooms, 2 above, and three below. It's up to you to occupy which room."
"Wait, aren't we husband and wife. But why do you want us to sleep in separate rooms?"
Nurlia again could only let out a long sigh as Fahmi left her and started to climb upstairs.
Nurlia chose to occupy the room upstairs. The room is not too far from the room where Fahmi went inside.
You could say Fahmi occupies the main room in this house.
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"Nurlia, I have to go back to the office now."
"Don't you have lunch first?" nurlia asked who quickly opened the door as she heard a voice from Fahmi.
"No, if I wait for you to cook for lunch I'll be late for the meeting." Fahmi said while looking at his watch.
"alright. Be careful.." Nurlia immediately grabbed Fahmi's hand and kissed her.
Fahmi.
"Even if we live in a house but sleep in a different room, I hope Mas will still let me serve mas like a wife."
"Whatever."
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A month has passed..
Nurlia does her duty as a wife, although Fahmi never cares about her.
"Tomorrow, there's no need to cook food for me either."
"Is my cooking bad?"
"Daughter, it's just that I don't want to get too late in this kind of situation that might make me feel something I shouldn't be feeling for you."
"Mas, wouldn't it be natural for a husband to have feelings for his wife?"
Brake !!
"Nurlia, listen. I don't love you. Because of you I had to break my relationship with Alika. I, who had been in a relationship for 5 years with Alika and promised to marry her this year, had to cancel everything just for the sake of marrying you!"
"Now I have to see Alika slumped because I decided on her and cancelled the wedding we had planned. And you, easily say that it is only natural that I have feelings for you. Don't dream."
Fahmi got up from his seat and immediately left the dining table before he even finished finishing his meal.
Nurlia fell silent, she no longer knew what to do. Until Nurlia heard the voice of the garbage man. Nurlia decided to give all the food to the garbage man.
"Thank you, Ms. Nurlia. I feel bad, every time I take out the trash I'm always fed."
"That means it has become father's fortune."
"Alhamdulillah, may the household mbak Nurlia sakinah mawadah warohmah."
"Amen." Nurlia tried to smile so that the tears would not fall to remember the painful words Fahmi said.
A white car stopped just across from Nurlia's house, with someone inside looking focused on Nurlia giving some food wrappers to the garbage man.
Tears suddenly drenched his cheeks when he saw a house that had stood strong and beautiful, with a fountain garden in the front yard.
"Fahmi, I didn't think that if you really built this house like my dream home. Unfortunately, it wasn't me who was in that house and enjoying all the beauty."
"Hi everyone, meet me Alika. The one who was loved by Fahmi and promised to get married. Wondering what my role is in this story? For sure it won't be like the third party in general."
"Don't forget to always leave a mark on every story you read..."
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