I reach for your love Mr. My Cuek

Chapter 11

Sekar stared at her husband's room, which was dominated by dark black, with golden ornaments on its walls. From the doorway, Sekar can see a small photo of her husband with Daffina neatly displayed on the table. Now walking through the luxurious room, this was the first time she entered the room owned by her husband. He walked toward a transparent glass door that connected the room he occupied with a studio-like place.

From the outside, Sekar could see some of the contents of the room. There are many musical instruments, and several award trophies. Then Sekar's gaze turned to a large photo in the middle of the room. The photo of a beautiful woman with a hijab that looks very charming, and along the left and right of the photo, there are many photos of the woman with a small size in the smallest.

"Please do what you want, but never go in there" Daffa said as he realized his wife was staring into his room

Sekar flipped his body, and faced Daffa "Why?" tanya Sekar was curious. But it was not answered by Daffa. She turned her body and looked at the room from outside. After that he went from there and put some of his clothes in the closet "You've eaten?" ask Sekar at Daffa who looks cool on his Ipad screen

"Already" was the only word that Daffa used to answer Sekar's question, he was lazy to just answer the question from his wife

"Then I'll come down to eat" broke up

Daffa was stunned, he forgot something. He had breakfast, but his wife... The woman had not filled her stomach at all since this morning. Daffa then walked out following Sekar. He felt a little guilty for ignoring her, however she was now responsible. Arriving in the middle of the stairs, his steps stopped when he heard the conversation of his wife and mother

"Mama's right, it's a little hard to melt the man's heart. But Mama take it easy, sooner or later, I will make it melt and love me" said Sekar sure

"Mama trusts you"

Daffa clenched his hands. His good intention to accompany the woman as an apology he pardoned. He thought the woman was a little different from her First Lady, though both had the same goal, which was to want her family's possessions. But at least the woman who bears the title as his wife looks a little different, for some reason.

Daffa went back into his room, he walked towards the glass door in his room, then went inside. After he entered, the glass door that was originally transparent was now closed by itself by curtains. Daffa who was already inside, immediately occupied himself in his work desk, and chose to occupy himself with work.

About thirty minutes passed, he heard the door of his room open, then closed. He could guess that his wife had returned after finishing her meal, he did not care much about it. He opened his laptop and surfed there, doing some things he had to do.

Daffa stretched his arm muscles. A few hours grappling with work, he felt his body and mind so tired. He then got up to the other chair in the room, then took the guitar and strummed it by closing his eyes. The string of guitar passages that sounded as if representing how his heart was at this moment.