The Wedding
12. Cora is Getting Pissy

It didn't feel like my marriage had entered its fourth month, but everything felt bland. Not yet feel the sweetness of marriage like a married couple in general.

Even the "first night" had never happened between us.

Faza was acting so cold, he wouldn't have hugged me if I hadn't hugged him first, even he would have preferred to keep his distance from me, so that I couldn't just hug or kiss his cheeks. Faza often dodged me. We live each other's lives even though we live one roof.

I'm trying to establish good communication with my husband, Faza. It's just that he gives more answers that shut down communication.

It has been four months that Faza has not given me an inner living, nor have I dared to ask Faza, although in fact sometimes I want that. I also want to be able to feel the things that people wait for after marriage.

Evening arrived, the clock was showing at nine past ten minutes, it was time for Faza to sleep, he was the type of person who always slept above eight at night and no more than ten at night. Sure enough, by the time I entered the room, Faza was ready to go to sleep. I approached her slowly.

"Mas Faza, cape hgga today?" I asked softly, my right hand touching her cheek, she just closed her eyes.

"Yes I'm so sleepy" he replied flatly.

"Don't you wanna try our first night?" I was trying to tease Faza.

"Later on" she replied coldly and then turned her back to me.

"It's okay if you have cape!" I said weakly, I laid my body against Faza.

Always like this, every night we went straight to sleep, when I tried to invite him to a pillow talk or just take time for romance, he always reasoned that he was tired or already sleepy.

This morning I woke up earlier than usual, my brain was still filled with going about Faza. I don't know why I feel that Faza does not love me, it's just that I threw away my bad thoughts. But I think I should know the truth.

Breakfast I prepared, I cooked fried rice, soy sauce chicken and warm lemon tea. Before long Faza was down and sitting at the dinner table, I took breakfast for him.

"It's breakfast, mas" I said as I served food for Faza.

"Thank you" he said and ate his breakfast.

Today is Sunday, Faza sits on a sofa in the tv room. I sat next to him.

"Yes, I can" replied Faza

"Mas, do you love me?" ask me to doubt

Faza just kept quiet, not answering my question, he just stared at the tv screen.

"Mas Faza, do you love me?" I repeated my question.

"It has to be disclosed, right?" ask her cynically.

"I need to know that, ma'am" I said quietly.

"That's what I'm trying to say" he replied again cynically.

"What's the matter?" I'm still curious, somehow my curiosity is bigger now.

"What do you mean, Daisy?" ask her impatiently.

"It was my husband, but not like my husband. Mas didn't even give me attention, mas even hesitated to touch me, I'm your wife mas, mas can touch me anytime, but why mas never want to have sex with me?" I said pissed.

"Daisy, maybe not yet, we still need an introduction" he replied flatly.

"This woman knows how I feel as a wife. I also need attention from Mas Faza. I want to hug or kiss Faza mas only, mas it always avoids me. If I don't hug or kiss the mas first, the mas doesn't do it to me. Let alone to hug me, I just want to spend time chatting, telling stories about the day we just passed, mas can't. Why the hell mas?" my clear.

"Daisy, there's actually something I'm hiding. I don't want you to be angry with me" he said calmly.

"Tell me" I said withholding annoyance.

"Actually I don't love you at all, Daisy. I'm sorry" said Faza, his face looked regretful.

Degg, I was very surprised by what Faza said. I just kept quiet. For a moment I could say nothing.