Feel Engineering

Ignored

Chapter 22 Ignored

Azka

I waited for Dea to almost jamuran in the room, almost I missed the morning prayer, to show Dea that I could also be a compotene prayer priest for him. But after waiting, he did not go back and forth to the room.

As usual, during the weekend, I prefer to spend hours to Gym in one of the special rooms in this house. Likewise, when free, from childhood, fathers and mothers prefer to see their children spend time at home rather than obscure wandering outside. Hence in this house is filled with various sports facilities as well as art. Behind there is a workshop making crafts from clay, there is also a workshop for carpentry, usually the father spends more time there making various favorite furniture mother. Almost all the furniture in our house was the result of my father's cold hands.

At home there is also a music room, when Aufar at home, he uses the most room, even he often invites his friends to the house. For fathers and mothers, they prefer if our friends who come to the house, so they can know with whom their children hang out.

Not that we're constrained or severely restricted, that's it, not really. Father and mother were just being careful, they didn't want us to get along wrong, in the end, we were released living away from them. And when that freedom we held, we were not like birds released from their cages, but we were proud to have the great and full trust of our parents, and we'll keep that trust and we'll never let them down.

I went to the kitchen to get some drinking water, apparently there was Dea and Caca was cooking while talking about the first night. I am am amused to hear the theme of their conversation, but I am also curious to know the response of Dea.

What say? All the bodies crumpled? My guy's not okay either. If the mother who heard, it can be uproar to the end of the complex. Later the theme, 'Azka managed to unboxing Dea', since childhood the neighbors of the complex here is already our soul mate. Last night at the mosque, it was a big scene. Pake publicized all use Toa mosque, so the mosque rame really. The dream couple of complex mothers finally came true after so many decades. Perhaps this is called prayer, prayer answered.

I cleared my throat, if it is long-wilded, it can be found out that last night I and Dea did not say anything. I don't want to be bullied, weak! Not that I'm weak, I just don't want to force Dea to accept me.

I just lured him he said that I married him because of force, he answered what try?

The answer is so bad, I almost dazed to hear all his words last night. I'm heartbroken, I swear! I did not expect this pain would feel unwanted by people you dream of all your life.

At first I wanted to make him hate me forever, but after saying the promise of kabul, my heart felt rustling everywhere. My heart skipped a beat, especially when Dea kissed the back of my hand and I kissed her forehead back, at that time I was sure, if this was the woman I wanted to make friends, friends, friends, the wife and mother of my children. From there I realized that I wanted to protect him with all my body.

But, his words last night successfully made my ego win the war of words. I replied to her words with even more cruel and hurtful words. Not only is Dea hurting, but I'm hurting the most here, I love Dea, I hurt her too.

My self-esteem feels torn to shreds, I feel loved and valued by Dea, but it turns out I was wrong. Then how else, this marriage has already happened.

I do love Dea, but I am a man who has a lot of self-esteem, abstinence for me begging for love in Dea.

I'm still confused, look at the situation first, do I have a chance to get Dea's heart, or does that opportunity never exist. I'm not the kind of person to be, I don't want to spend my time with people who don't want me.

This doesn't mean I'm resigned, of course I will fight for my feelings. I was even challenged, how strong Dea could resist my charm. Seeing his indifferent behavior, as if I have no interest in me really makes me curious, even sometimes I hurt myself because I did not receive dicuekin Dea. I was usually chased by girls, even he had entered one of them, first, but now everything is turning around. I was copied, not considered as invisible in his eyes. That's brazen, isn't it?

I saw his gaze that was like about to pulverize me round and round, I just pretended to make coffee with Caca but Caca was really smart, my request he threw to Dea.

This is the best coffee I've ever had in my entire life. He really understands my taste.

Wait, wait a minute! Isn't this good news? He still remembers my favorite food, he remembers my favorite drink and now, his coffee is always the best, since long ago, I fell in love with his coffee.

Not wanting to be caught if I really like his coffee, I decided to take him to the room to enjoy myself.

It's almost noon, but Dea's not back in the room, I'm getting restless. How long will he endure ignoring me? Really stubborn.

I can't wait, I can't accept being ignored like this in my own house, what do the people in this house say? Wouldn't all the newlyweds spend their days and nights in the room, together, just the two of them?

I quickly walked out of the room, but the moment on the stairs of Dea suddenly appeared. Seemed surprised to see me who he didn't seem to expect to meet on the stairs like this.

"Mother called you to lunch?" He said quickly and then turned back down the stairs.

"You newlyweds, usually the wife who's in the mute room after the first night, this la, the husband who's drowning in the room." Said my father while laughing at me.

I just put on a lazy shoulder in response to dad.

"De, her husband served first dong dear!"

"Thanks for saving me, mother!" I really feel saved by my mother.

Dea dea deftly, fetching food filled my plate. The menu fits, which is too much rice problem. It seems like a form of protest from him.

As Dea was about to take food for herself, I held her back.

"Aren't you going to eat a plate of your brother, so take this much food?"

Dea gawked at me, her face turning red. I grinned triumphantly. Finally he sat down, pulled his chair a little closer and ate from the same plate as me. I can see mom and dad shaking their heads.

One bribe, two bribes, more.. Dea.

"Why not eat?" Ask to open the voice.

"Bribery?" I was pretending to be stupid.

Dea's eyes glared sharply, even her hands daring to pinch my stomach.

"Father nothing at all, ashamed to see mother and father." The answer is anxious with a voice like a whisper but I'm sure mom and dad can still hear it.

But finally bribed also him even though I know he is not sincere.

"Azka, take Dea to her apartment and get her things there. You're married, it's impossible to live apart, isn't it?"

My mother said what sounded like an order to me.

"Yes, new afternoon there. Is that right, baby?"

Again Dea's face flushed. Upsetly mixed with shame into one, but I don't care, I like to see his face whenever he's nervous like this.

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