I Pursue You Cuek, You Pursue... ME ???

Grief.

Nabila was surprised when she left the set, Reyhan was already outside to pick her up. Her husband was standing leaning against her car, smiling at her.

Unknowingly she ran over to her husband, but as she approached, she stopped her behavior. He forgot if he was on the set, "Mas, when nyampe in Jakarta? Why don't you call first, aren't you tired of picking me up here?" she asked when she got in front of her husband.

Her husband only smiled but his eyes looked sad, Nabila frowned not understanding, "There are problems again, why are his eyes like that sad?"

"No problem, let's go home." Her husband answered while opening the car door.

If she doesn't want to ask more questions, maybe her husband is tired.

In the car Reyhan did not talk much or fight as usual, he just stared at the streets without enthusiasm.

"Mas, if you're tired of me wanting to?" bargain Nabila.

"Hm, yes." Answer's short.

Nabila glanced at her husband's face without passion, even from the moment they met her husband it had not touched him. Nabila gently pulled the hand of her husband that she missed, but her husband suddenly let go of her hand.

"Ah, sorry. I'm driving again" Reyhan pleaded, he actually felt himself dirty and felt unworthy of Nabila's touch.

"Um, yes yes. I forgot," Nabila suddenly felt awkward, she also felt a change from her husband.

In the rest of the journey they both ended up just silent, Nabila played music on her phone and put on a headset. She was immediately uncomfortable near her husband, she turned her gaze out the car window with a gloomy face.

Reyhan glanced at his wife's face from the front rearview mirror, he saw Nabila's sad face. He cursed himself, his hands clutching the steering wheel even tighter.

After arriving at the Nabila Apartment behaving like a wife, she did her duty. Dismantling her husband's clothes from the suitcase, putting dirty clothes into the washing machine there was even one shirt of her husband with the fragrance of women's perfume. When her husband took a shower, she prepared a change of clothes. After that he went to the kitchen and cooked Reyhan's favorite food, all the activities he did without passion.

As her husband sat at the dinner table, he quickly put the rice and side dishes into the dish and poured the drinks into the glass, "Eat while warm, Mas. Whether after 3 days away from home, your taste is still the same or not."

Hearing Nabila's words, Reyhan wanted to pull his wife's hand but he put it away, "Thank you."

When she heard the thank you from her husband, her appetite disappeared. When Nabila got up from the dining chair, he ran to the bathroom while holding back his cries. Once in the bathroom he locked the door and opened the faucet so that his cry was submerged in the sound of water flow.

"Nab, are you a gapapa?" Reyhan felt anxious to see his wife arrive - suddenly running into the bathroom.

Nabila did not answer he pressed hard on the edge of the sink, let his tears flow rapidly he held his cries so as not to make a loud noise.

Dugh!

Dugh!

"Nlap!" Reyhan banged on the door back.

When he took a deep breath, he washed his face. After clearing his throat, he finally opened the door.

"What's wrong? You sick?" Reyhan raised his hand to the forehead his wife wanted to check Nabila's body temperature, but Nabila reflexed to pull him over.

"Ah, sorry Mas. I'm okaywhat's just a little busy today so maybe a little soybean. I'll go to bed first, let the dirty dishes on the table tomorrow I'll take care of it," Nabila walked past her husband's body.

"Nab.." lirih Reyhan called out to him.

"I'm tired, Mas. Good night." When she did not stop her steps, she climbed into the bed and lay on her back.

Reyhan sighed, he turned off the room lights and walked out. Tonight it looks like he won't be able to sleep at all like the night before for a few days.