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Like a stranger

"Well you're following me?" Zahira asked so politely to Adam. It was as if her husband was a stranger and she did not know him at all.

"Yank.. Mas this is your husband, why are you so formal talking to Mas." Adam answered with a voice.

"Are you my husband? As I recall, my husband never yelled at me or scolded me." Sahut Zahira stood facing the handsome man.

Adam looked down, he admitted his mistake.

"Sorry to you Yank." Pinta Adam was as sincere as he pulled both hands of Zahira but was immediately pushed aside by the woman.

"I was wrong for speaking rudely. It was spontaneous." Adam gave understanding. He was still trying to ask for forgiveness from his wife.

Zahira glanced cynically with eyes that condensed. His lips trembled, his nose was as if it was clogged with water inside.

"That's it.. do you know? How shameful I am when you yell at me in public." Said Zahira slowly.

"I know if I'm wrong for slapping your loved one." Zahira was even saddened to remember that.

Adam was made more guilty, as hurt as his wife felt. To forgive himself is hard.

"What do you have to do to get an apology, baby?" Adam was also sad.

"There's nothing to forgive, you're not guilty at all. Here what's wrong is me for ruining your moment together." Zahira answered so hard despite feeling like crying.

Adam rubbed his face rough. Why is this so complicated about their problems. Adam looked at the face of the wife who turned away from him. The two of them are silent now.

"Yank. You misunderstood. Between Mas and Citra there was no relationship whatsoever, he was just Mas's workmate at the office." Adam said after a moment of silence.

"Yes Allah.. Citra is Mas Adam's coworker. Why didn't Adam tell me?" Zahira said in her heart. It is not unexpected at all if her husband keeps his friendship status with Citra in the office, how long Citra has worked in the same office with Adam.

Zahira grabbed a glass on the table and then he drank water to wet his throat.

Adam wanted to embrace the fragile body, but he had no courage. He also wants to interact with his prospective children while giving a gentle swab.

"Yank.." Call Adam who can't stand this residence.

The handsome man also went up to the bed. He gently scowled Zahira's legs, he knew for sure the wife felt sore. The pregnant woman closed her eyes as the burly hand gave a gentle massage until her mind calmed down.

"His back will be rubbed too." Adam's rose when Zahira opened his eyes.

"No, you better go home. You'll be looking for both of your parents." Zahira replied, expelling.

Adam breathed a rough sigh. "Yank. Stop calling the name Mas with the name 'you'." Her request.

"I want to sleep." Zahira then covered her body with a blanket.

Adam could not if Zahira thought of himself as a stranger. He also lay down and hugged the body he had missed.

"I'm sorry.I'm sorry, my dear. You can't do it if you treat it like this." Whispers watered.

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