Married for Trust
CHAPTER 5.

5.

Andre was silent to Nazhwa's remarks and then he returned to his desk to continue his work while Nazhwa himself cleaned up the former meal of her husband.

Actually, she really wanted to go home, being in Andre's room was uncomfortable especially her husband was not at all concerned with her. But because his mother-in-law asked him to stay and Nazhwa complied.

While playing his phone occasionally he glanced at Andre who was still focusing on his folding object. The man somehow came to propose to her but did not consider her a wife. The thought of it made Nazhwa's head throb, not to mention his illness complaints that made him grow weak.

Almost an hour waiting but Andre never finished his work, he laid his body on the sofa and slowly closed his eyes.

Moments later, Andre was done, he closed, his laptop stretched his muscles. His gaze was fixed on Nazhwa who was lying on the sofa. He immediately cleaned up the scattered files and went to his wife.

His forehead shriveled at Nazhwa's pale face, he pressed the back of his hand against Nazhwa's forehead but did not feel hot.

'If you don't have a fever, then why does your face look pale? Is just my vision is blurry because it takes too long to stare at the laptop.

Andre woke up his wife.

"Nazhwa, let's get up, I'm going home, don't tell me I have to carry you to the car. That will not be my practice, said Andre while shaking the shoulders of Nazhwa.

However, Nazhwa never woke up which made Andre become upset.

"Ck, make a fuss anyway. Why also use my mom to wait for me here, why try not to go home just now when mom has come home." His grunt.

Andre tries to wake his wife up again, but Nazhwa is only delirious.

"Sister Shalwa, I miss Big Brother. Why did you leave me."

Andre was stunned to hear Nazhwa delirious. Guilt again enveloped him, actually he contributed to the death of Shalwa. If only at that time he did not mention maybe until now Shalwa still exists and does not need to marry Nazhwa.

Andre lowered his body looking at Nazhwa's deep face. His hands stretched out rubbing the top of his wife's head that was wrapped in hijab. He himself admitted that Nazhwa was a good girl, even Nazhwa's face was more beautiful than his late lover's house. But still he could not force his heart to love the woman who should be his sister-in-law.

"I'm sorry, Nazhwa. Sorry for bringing you into this complicated relationship, after 6 months of our marriage I'll release you and hopefully you'll find a man who truly loves you."

"Shalwa, I'm sorry I couldn't keep your trust. I can't force my heart to love your sister, even just say hello to her I can't, she always reminds me of you. I'm sorry if one day I have to let go."

Andre pulled his hand, stood back up and took his body to sit on the sofa opposite the sofa where Nazhwa was lying, looking at his wife.

However, not yet out of his study suddenly Nazhwa woke up, and Andre immediately dropped his wife from his sling.

"Ngerepotin only."

"Sorry, I fell asleep." Nazhwa.

"I thought you were dead, thankfully you woke up if I hadn't buried you." Ketus Andre then stepped out of Nazhwa.

Nazhwa could only shake his head while following her husband from behind. In Nazhwa's heart she prayed that she might melt her husband's heart before he actually died.

Seen the atmosphere of the office was deserted, Nazhwa cursed himself because he could fall asleep for that long. Arriving at the parking lot, Andre got into the car without opening the car door for his wife. Again Nazhwa could only shake his head in the face of her husband's attitude.

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Arriving home, Andre went straight to the room without waiting for Nazhwa. But Nazhwa did not want to bother with Andre's attitude. Nazhwa also rushed towards the room preparing warm water for Andre to take a bath after which prepared her husband's clothes.

One month is enough for Nazhwa to know what Andre's habits are, while waiting for her husband to finish bathing he went to the kitchen to make Andre's favorite drink in the afternoon. Cappucino complete with his snacks are available in ten minutes only. Once ready he took her to the room then went to the front door of the bathroom waiting for Andre to come out.

Moments later the bathroom door opened, Andre came out wearing only a towel covering part of his body, a scene like that Nazhwa had been used to seeing for a month as Andre's wife. But still Nazhwa immediately turned his face, especially Andre had never touched it which made him feel embarrassed to see the innocent body of a man.

"Mas clothes have been prepared, drinks and snacks like Mas have also been made. I live in the kitchen first yes, Mas, want to cook for dinner."

Andre just gave a small nod and walked to the bed to pick up the clothes Nazhwa had prepared, while Nazhwa headed straight for the kitchen to cook.

After finishing dressing, Andre took a tray containing a glass of cappucino and his snacks located on the table and brought to the balcony room.

While watching the sun start to sink, Andre sipped his cappucino. He again remembered with Shalwa, the two of them often went home last night just because they wanted to watch the sunset. But it's all just a memory that can't be repeated. His beloved was gone, he was calm there leaving himself with a trust he could not carry out.

Meanwhile in the kitchen, Nazhwa was still struggling with cooking utensils. He cooked Andre's favorite food that he knew from his mother-in-law.

Whatever she will do to make her husband's heart melt, no matter the condition is increasingly weakened, she will try until the time will not be able to fight the pain that gnaws her body. But he still hopes God gives him a chance to live at least until he can feel like a real wife for Andre. But if Allah wills anything else, then he can do nothing but surrender and accept His terms.

He believes that whatever happens in his life is well arranged by God. Be it the disease he suffered today or household tempests that were never imagined in his mind. And all he needs to do is be sincere and breastfed.