Waiting for your Love to Grow

Follow Me

"Are you all ready?", asked Denis who just came out of the bathroom with only a towel wrapped around his lower body. She approached Nabila who was busy putting her husband's needs in a suitcase.

Denis put his chin on his wife's shoulders, drops of water from his wet hair hit his cheeks and some parts of Nabila's body.

"Let's hunt with his clothes on, later on" said Nabila while his hands are still busy with the suitcase in front of him.

"You're gonna miss me later?" Denis asked, rubbing his wet hair onto Nabila's cheeks.

"Nope, why miss too. They rarely meet each day. Meet the fittest just eat doang", replied Nabila relaxed.

Denis who heard Nabila's answer immediately pouted. He moved away from Nabila and then immediately put on the clothes his wife had prepared.

Pairing the watch to his wrist, Denis said "Yes, I've been there for a week, all holidays"

"Don't" Nabila's reflexes answered with clarity. Then he got up from his seat and walked up to Denis who was sitting on the edge of the bed.

Nabila sat next to Denis. "Don't be long, he said yesterday only 3 days". Nabila tugged at the shirt Denis was wearing.

Denis smiled, hearing his wife's whining. He turned his body to face Nabila. "You kangenkan?don't lie!"

Nabila shook her head. "No", he said. "It's not a matter of kangen mas, but if a husband left his wife linger at home in-laws, while he was busy on vacation. What people say", call Nabila.

"Let's just say somebody" Denis said coldly.

Denis moved from his seat, taking the suitcase his wife had prepared to take out of the room. "As soon as you're ready, bring a little more clothes, who knows I'll be there for a week" Denis said. He then came out of his room leaving Nabila who just silently looked at him.

Denis was sitting at the dinner table, sipping the coffee his wife had made. Before long, Nabila followed with a neat office clothes he wore.

Until the breakfast was over, not a word could be heard at the place. The couple was holding back their annoyance with their partner.

After Denis and Nabila got into the car, Pak Gugun immediately drove his car at medium speed. Throughout the journey Denis and Nabila remained silent, until when Nabila realized that the car he was riding in did not take him towards his mother's residence, he forced himself to talk.

"This isn't the way to Mom's house. Where are you taking me?", asked Nabila. But Denis did not respond at all to what his wife said, making Nabila even more annoyed.

After more than an hour on the way, they finally arrived at the airport.

Denis walked rather quickly while carrying his suitcase, Nabila who was behind him tried to compensate for the footsteps of her husband although sometimes had to run small. And Mr. Gugun is still behind them while carrying Nabila's bag.

Before preparing to check in, Denis took over Nabila's belongings from Mr. Gugun's hands, then asked him to go home. Nabila was surprised by what Denis did, but she tried to refrain from asking, because she knew that her husband was still angry with her.

"Follow me and don't talk too much!" Denis' orders on Nabila. Nabila followed what her husband told her to do, although she still did not understand what her husband would do.

Nabila sat in a chair in the waiting room at her husband's orders. Shortly afterwards Denis, who a few minutes ago left him, came with him in a coffee cup and bread.

Denis gave Nabila a cup of coffee and bread. "Eat!", Denis ordered. Nabila accepted what Denis gave him.

Denis chose to sit a little far from Nabila. He chose to keep himself busy with his cell phone while occasionally sucking the coffee in his hand. While Nabila chose to observe people passing by while enjoying bread and coffee.

The call for boarding, got Denis up from his seat. He stepped over to where Nabila was sitting. Arriving in front of his wife, he grabbed Nabila's palm, inviting her to rise. "Come" he said softly and his gaze warm.

She followed what her husband asked. Along the way to the plane, Denis took Nabila closely, making him feel comfortable and calm.

"Why take me and, um?", asked Nabila softly. Her eyes could not be seen the face of her husband who looked straight ahead.

Denis took Nabila's fingers, then grabbed them. He saw a glimpse of his wife's face, then he looked straight ahead again. " Don't ask me why I took you with me, because I don't know why I did that either".