Married for Trust
CHAPTERS 1.

1.

Andre Hermawan, a Ceo at a well-known company in the capital. Trying to strengthen his heart to propose to a girl he does not love at all. Nazhwa Az-zahra was named after the girl who had been entrusted by her late lover named Shalwa Az-zahra who was Nazhwa's older brother.

Andre also held his wedding and Nazhwa very lively, in accordance with what he had designed with Shalwa first.

Of course Nazhwa was very happy to be edited by men like Andre, a male figure who became the dream of every woman.

However, after one month of marriage Nazhwa felt something strange to Andre. Her husband never touched her even though they slept in the same bed.

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"Mas, wait...

Andre, who had just walked out of the bathroom, stopped his steps and turned to look at the woman who had been his wife for a month.

"What's wrong?" tanyanya cold.

Nazhwa stepped closer to her husband, and stopped right in front of the well-built man. She looked directly at her husband's black eyes. His lips are still silent, a question that has been since a month ago he wanted to ask either evaporate where when faced with a man who had made him fall in love at first sight.

"Nazhwa, you know for yourself I don't like to mince words, so quickly tell me what you want to say." Andre said slowly, but with great emphasis. His face was flat, but his gaze was so sharp.

Slowly Nazhwa opened his mouth. Well, he should have asked about his status all this time as a wife, but not completely become a wife.

"Mas, we've been married for a month, but Mas has never touched me. Am I not at all attractive in the eyes of Mas, but why? Didn't Mas himself come to my parents, asking me to be Mas's wife, but why after we got married. Like I don't think of me?"

Andre laughed blandly at his wife's question, shaking her head slowly.

"Is the living I've been giving all this time still not enough, hum? Until you demand more. I never forbid you to buy anything you want, even every week I always give money to your parents. Then what else?" said Andre casually, then continued his steps past Nazhwa who was still standing in his place.

"Mas, we're husband and wife. Our relationship is halal, we live on one roof, even we sleep in the same bed. Mas, a wife's living is not just about the material. But...

Nazhwa's speech came to a halt as Andre turned back to look at him with a stern look that was sharper than before.

"But what, huh?" andre asked, walking closer to his wife.

"Mas...

Nazhwa retreated his steps when Andre was already standing before him with a gaze that seemed to want to kill him.

However, Andre quickly pulled his wrist, then gripped the jaw of Nazhwa tightly.

"Listen Nazhwa," said Andre, noting the appearance of his wife who was wrapped in syar'i. "I'll give you whatever you want, because you're my wife. I'll meet all your needs, but if all you want is an inner living. I'm sorry, I can't give it to you, because I'm only going to do it with the woman I love." she said, then slammed Nazhwa's face heartlessly.

While Nazhwa, his heart felt stabbed thousands of needles in the words of her husband who was so stifling the chest.

If you do not want to give an inner living, then what is the point of being a wife? And if her husband loves another woman, then why is he being asked to be his wife?

Really, this is so surprising to Nazhwa. He thought that when Andre came to propose, the man would lead him to heaven. But the reality he found today was like a proper bardir bomb hitting his chest.

It hurts, that's how he feels. Even sicker than the disease that has been eating away at his body for the past three years. Reality is not as expected. It turned out that this marriage was not the way to the paradise of his dreams.

"As long as you know Nazhwa, I don't really want to marry you. I had to do it!" andre shouted like a frustrated person.

"Do you think I'm not tormented by all this, huh!" Andre again approached Nazhwa, then grabbed both of Nazhwa's shoulders with a slight shake.

"I was tormented marrying a woman I didn't love at all" she said in a repressed tone.

Andre looked at his wife's eyes, which were now in tears. There's a sense of unbearability that has made women as good as Nazhwa cry. However, this is the truth, all must be revealed so that Nazhwa no longer demands an inner living from him.

"If there's another woman that Mas loves, then why did I make a wife, why Mas?" nazhwa asked softly. His voice sounded hoarse, barely even able to make a sound.

"Because I already promised your late brother, Shalwa, to marry you." and of course that answer was only Andre could say in his heart.

"You don't need to know what my reasons are" said Andre, then removed his grip from Nazhwa's two shoulders. "You accept your fate of being my wife. Enjoy all the facilities I provide. But never demand more than that, remember that!" he said again pointing right at Nazhwa's face, then immediately out of his room.

Outside the room, Andre leaned against the wall of his room. He also cried, his heart also hurt to hurt his own wife. Nazhwa is a trust entrusted by his deceased lover who died in an accident. However, instead of caring for and loving Nazhwa as Shalwa entrusted, instead he hurt his beloved's beloved sister by saying he loved another woman.

"Shalwa, punish me for not being able to carry out your trust. I can't share my love for you, not even with your own sister. I can't, Shalwa." said Andre sobbing, holding his rumbling chest.

After Andre left, Nazhwa suddenly collapsed on the floor. Her tears were unceasingly flowing, thinking about the fate of her marriage that was not in accordance with what she dreamed.

"Oh my God, why did this have to happen to me. You are the witness where I am very happy when a proposal comes for me. At that moment I swore to myself that I would devote the rest of my life to my husband. But what I find is, O God. I am ashamed that one day I will face you with the state of this body that is still sacred untouched, even though I am a wife." Nazhwa said on the sidelines of his sobs.

Moments later, Nazhwa wiped his tears and moved from the floor. Today he will return to see his personal doctor after the last time a month ago to do a check-up.

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Note Author:

There is nothing more painful than realizing that he means so much to you, but you mean nothing to him. If you like something, let it go. If it comes back to you, it's yours. If not, it is not yours. Sometimes what we have sacrificed is not necessarily appreciated, and if patience is not enough to awaken, perhaps loss will support it. There comes a time in life we have to choose to turn the page, write another book or close it.