My Wife Drabia's
02. Ketiggian dream

Repeatedly Drabia saw a dingding clock in the living room. The clock has shown twelve o'clock at night. But Ansel hasn't been home since this morning. Drabia was worried something might happen to Ansel.

"Where is he?, the number can not be contacted" murmured Drabia when calling Ansel number turned out to be inactive.

Chequek!

Drabia's gaze instantly turned towards the door that was opening from the outside. Drabia breathed a sigh of relief to see Ansel had returned home.

"Ansel, you're finally home." Drabia stood up from the sofa walking closer to Ansel who had just entered the house, with a random appearance of scrambling."You drunk?" drabia asked as a pungent scent pierced into his nasal cavity.

Ansel immediately brushed off Drabia's hand that would touch her."Take care of yourself" Ansel stared intently at Drabia.

He drank a little just to calm his mind, and he didn't get drunk either. The proof is that he can still drive his own vehicle.

"Ta-but why did you drink that intoxicating drink?" tanya Drabia looked at Ansel with a shady look. Ansel had never drank that drink before. Ansel can be said to be a good and pious man. It would have been very important according to Drabia if Ansel had changed because of their marriage.

"You ask why?" Ansel spoke close his teeth towards Drabia. That question managed to provoke Ansel's emotions."You know, because I married you. Out there people think I'm the guy you slept with!" snapped Ansel.

Drabia was knocked over and instantly froze in place.

"I never touched a woman at all. But why should I be ashamed of what you've done?" Ansel looked at Drabia with glassy eyes.

When Ansel arrived at the office, Ansel overheard some employees talking about him. Said he was the guy who slept with Drabia. I don't know where that guy could make a new story like that.

"Ma-sorry" said Drabia without daring to look at Ansel.

"It could be that Mr. Ilhan has a daughter like you" Ansel said, then passed from Drabia's presence.

Arriving at his room, Ansel took out Drabia's belongings from inside his room. He no longer wants to go to the Drabia room.

"It's up to you to sleep where you want to go" Ansel said, seeing Drabia standing at the door of his room. Ansel closed the door.

Drabia could only catch her breath, she had to patiently face Ansel's anger. He picked up his stuff scattered on the floor put it in a suitcase, took it to one of the rooms on the lower floor of the house.

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Tok tok!

"Ansel! are you awake?" Drabia called Ansel while knocking on the door of her room. Drabia wanted to make sure her husband was awake.

Not hearing a voice from inside, Drabia tried to open the door in front of him, fortunately not in the key. So Drabia can open it.

"She hasn't woken up yet" Drabia murmured to see Ansel's room still dark. Drabia turned on the room light, then walked up to the bed.

"Ansel, wake up" said Drabia gently without daring to touch Ansel's body. But Ansel was still unmoved not hearing his voice at all.

"Ansel's at dawn, don't pray?" Drabia tries to wake Ansel up again by touching her arm slightly and shaking it.

"It was morning" said Drabia, seeing Ansel open his eyes.

Ansel opened his eyelids, directing his gaze to Drabia's face which was commenting on the smile.

Ansel was silent, he went straight down from the top of the bed and into the bathroom.

Drabia sighed watching Ansel disappear behind the bathroom door. He had been afraid that Ansel would scold him, because he had been presumptuous in his room, it turned out that his assumption was wrong.

After tidying up the room and preparing clothes for Ansel, Drabia came out of the room. He would make breakfast for them, hoping that Ansel's heart would melt into his cooking.

"I'm trying to cook your favorite meal" Drabia steps up to Ansel, who comes to the kitchen. Drabia commented on her smile seeing Ansel wearing the clothes he had chosen.

"Exit!"

drabia's steps instantly came to a halt, her smile fading away without a trace.

"I don't think you need to do that. Just throw away your energy, and...." Ansel paused his sentence and looked at Drabia's face with Intense." Don't expect me to be ruined by your good deeds. To me, you're nothing but trash that's dirtying me. So you don't have to act like a godly wife who's always ready to serve her husband."

Drabia fell silent, a shady look. Seeing Ansel wearing the clothes he prepared, Drabia thought Ansel's heart was broken, not angry anymore, it turns out Drabia was wrong.

"This marriage has happened Ansel, what's wrong with us trying to live it?" said Drabia trying to bravely return Ansel's gaze.

One corner of Ansel's lips pulled upwards."Good for you" he said.

"I'll try to be Ansel's good wife. Give me a chance to take ha...."

Drabia's speech came to a halt as Ansel brought his face closer, speaking right near Drabia's face." Realize, don't dream of heights, it's still morning."

Ansel again distanced his face, and immediately left the place. He went to the kitchen to drink, but stopped because Drabia was bothering him.

And Drabia could only stare at Ansel's back nanar who was getting away. Drabia is aware of herself, but is it wrong that she tried to take her husband's heart?, maintaining the marriage that has already happened?.

After finishing her breakfast, Drabia cleaned her cooking kitchen. When she finished, Drabia went into her room to clean up. He had to find a job, because seeing Ansel's attitude, there was no way Drabia would dare to ask for money for his living expenses. If he asks his father for money, his father will ask. Drabia does not want her family to know her household problems with Ansel.

Finished getting ready, Drabia came out of the house. Wearing a white shirt paired with black trousers, and do not forget to cover his head with a hijab. Although Drabia was not a hijab woman at first, after marriage, Drabia decided to close her veil.

Drabia was forced to take a taxi, as his vehicle was still in his family home. Although there is still a car in the garage Ansel, Drabia does not dare to wear it.

"Stop, sir" Drabia told the taxi driver.

Drabia got off in front of a company. He will try to apply to companies whose information receives vacancies.

"Sorry madam, we received a vacancy that is at least undergraduate S1" said the person who examined the file Drabia application.

Drabia took her breath in. Drabia was forced not to continue his education because of the embarrassing news. Drabia shy, always be the talk of people on campus. And people always look down on him. Even all of his friends stayed away from him, except for his best friend Lea.

"I'm sorry Ma'am" said the man looking at Drabia's bitter smile.

"What's wrong Ma'am" replied Drabia took back the file.

Drabia walked down the sidewalk, five companies he tried. But no one accepted his proposal. His body was tired, sweat almost soaked his body. Drabia is confused to try to apply where else. But Drabia is still alive, tomorrow is still there.

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