Waiting for your Love to Grow

Move to Apartment

After breakfast Nabila and Denis returned to the room room back to their room. Nabila looked busy packing her clothes and belongings into a suitcase. While Denis just watch and occasionally play his phone.

"Still a long time?", asked Denis while looking at his watch.

"Before a moment" answered Nabila without looking at the person who asked.

"There is no need to bring all your clothes, which is necessary. If it's less we can buy it sometime" Denis said.

"This is also important, sir" said Nabila with still busy packing.

"Master? Don't you call me by that name again, itchy my skin to hear it" Denis said.

"Keep what should I call? A kanda? The sister? Or a tile gaping?", said Nabila, followed by his sound of urgency.

"Call me with a good call if the husband and wife" replied Denis who was actually annoyed with his wife's jokes.

Nabila who heard Denis' words wanted to laugh, but in the end by closing the palm of his left hand to the mouth.

"Continue what? Want to be called baby?" Nabila said while still holding back her laughter.

"Darling? You don't even love me but you want to call me baby" Denis replied while still busy with his phone.

"Who would call you that name? Ge-er", said Nabila with a face that has met red.

" Whatever.... Whatever it is. Lazy to talk to you", Denis' voice seemed irritated.

Nabila who heard Denis' words just smiled.

10minutes later.

"Finally it's done too" said Nabila by scratching his right hand against his forehead to wipe his sweat.

"Immediately put it in the car, the key is on the table" Denis said as he pointed at Nabila's dressing table.

"Who? Me? The truth is, women cooks are told to carry heavy items like this" said Nabila

Denis got up from his seat, about to approach Nabila's suitcase, saying "Alright... Alright.... You spoiled bastard!", then he carried the suitcases to the car.

Nabila who heard Denis words just chuckled.

After the two of them say goodbye to mom, they immediately slide into the apartment.

Arriving at the apartment, Denis put Nabila's belongings into a room. Just follow from behind.

"When, this is your room" Denis said, putting Nabila's belongings on the floor. Then sit down on the bed.

Nabila just nodded his head. From the beginning of their marriage, she realized that this marriage was never based on love. So that he does not expect to be treated like a wife.

Nabil also did not mind if he had to sleep separately with her husband. Because she understood that this marriage occurred solely because of threats from her husband and other motives from her husband, which until now she had not understood. But that is definitely not the motive of love.

"Twice a week bi Atik, ma'am's housemaids will come here to clean, wash and iron clothes, so you don't have to bother doing those jobs" Denis said.

"From today, there is no need to ask bi Atik to come here. I will do the work" said Nabila while arranging his clothes into the closet.

"No need for Nab, let bi Atik only. You work from morning to evening, if you have to do the job, you'll be exhausted" Denis said.

"You are usually helped by mom. Who's here to help you? Me? Don't expect me to do the job" Denis said.

" I'm married to you, housework is my responsibility. No matter what the circumstances of our marriage are, I am still a wife, so let me carry out my duties" Nabila said, temporarily stopping her work.

Nabila's words annoyed Denis to make him uncomfortable in that place. He decided to leave Nabila's room.

Before he came out he said, "it's up to you. Do it if you want"

When I realized something was wrong with her words. He wanted to call Denis who had reached the door and explain it, but was undone. Nabila just sat on the edge of the bed while contemplating.

Finished cleaning his belongings, Nabila immediately went to the kitchen. He intended to cook because he saw the clock was already showing the time for lunch.

Nabila checked the contents of the refrigerator and other food supplies in the kitchen, but there was nothing there. He decides to ask Denis to take him to the supermarket.

Geck... Geck... Geck... Nabila knocked on Denis's room door. The owner of the room opened the door. But Nabila suddenly turned her back on Denis.

Denis was bare-chested and wearing only shorts.

"Wick your clothes on!" Nabila's Order

Denis also followed Nabila's orders, he entered and immediately put on clothes. Then come out again.

"Already! What's bothering me?", asked Denis in a typical raucous voice waking up.

Nabila turned her body to face Denis.

"I want to cook for lunch, but there are no ingredients at all. Will you take me shopping to the supermarket?" said Nabila.

"Go alone, I'm still sleepy" Denis said, then closed the door to his room.

Nabila actually wanted to protest, but yes, he thought it was not difficult if he had to shop alone. He could look at the app on his phone to see the supermarket closest to the apartment.

After getting ready, he came out of the room and continued his intention of going to the supermarket.

Nabila had gotten out of the apartment building and was walking towards the highway in search of a taxi, but suddenly there was a car stopping next to him. Makes Nabila a little surprised.

But Nabila's surprise was lost, after seeing the driver open his car glass, and said "Let's go in, I drive to the supermarket"

The flashback

Denis wanted to continue his nap, but his eyes would not be closed again. His mind was fixed on his rejection of Nabila's request to deliver him to the supermarket earlier.

He decided to wake up. After washing his face, he changed his clothes and walked out of the room. He called Nabila's name, but the one who was called did not answer his call at all.

Denispun opened the door to Nabila's room, but the room looked empty. "Damn it, he's gone. Hopefully he's still around here" he grumbled.

Denis rushed to get the car keys and immediately got out of the apartment.

While in the courtyard of the apartment he saw Nabila walking towards the highway. Denis drove out his car, and stopped right next to Nabila.

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