Waiting for your Love to Grow

Apologizing

Say it's true, there's nothing like me and you

Not alone, tell me you feel it too

And I would runaway

I would runaway, yeah

I would runaway

I would runaway with you

'Cause I have fallen in love

With you, no never have

I'm never gonna stop falling in love, with you

The sound of the song getting louder and louder, which came from a cellphone that was still in the jacket pocket, inevitably forced Nabila to open his eyes, then get up to sit. Lazily he unzipped the jacket pocket on the right chest, then took out the contents.

His eyes were still partially open, now wide open, when his hand managed to unlock the phone and there was notice of a number called Vita, which he named, I've made the missed call salama seven times. "The "Vita?What's up?", her inner. He intended to call back, his subordinate, but he said he thought that soon they would meet at the office.

Nabila's eyes diverted to the digital clock that was on the nightstand. Like a doormat, he suddenly jumped down from the bed and ran quickly into the bathroom, when he saw the clock showing at 06:37

This time Nabila did not want to linger in the bathroom, when it was felt his body from top to bottom was clean enough, he immediately ended his morning shower and replaced the body-drying towel wrapped around his body with a long black skirt and a light-grey turtle neck blouse.

After he had set up the equipment on the table, he rushed to the kitchen to make tea. However, "brukkkkk" something fell on his leg, when he managed to open the door of his room.

It turned out that from last night Denis fell asleep at the door of his wife's room. He woke up because his back hit the floor pretty hard. In the midst of his surprise due to the sudden process of waking up, Denis' eyes were fixed on the person who was now walking past him, more precisely jumping over his legs that covered the road.

Nabila who did not reprimand even did not want to see it, making Denis' heart hurt. He wanted her to go to the woman and apologize. However, after he weighed in, he chose to go into his room instead of following his angry wife.

Nabila who was busy in the kitchen, chose to make breakfast easy and simple so that he was not late to come to the office. Actually he intends not to make breakfast, because his feelings that have not improved make him lazy to eat.

But seeing her husband at home, inevitably she had to prepare breakfast. No matter how angry she is at the moment, serving her husband well must still be done.

After putting a cup of coffee and tea on the dining table, Nabila returned to the kitchen to bake the smoked meat that he had removed from the refrigerator. When his hands were busy with the grill, suddenly a pair of hands were already coiled around his waist. Without having to look back, Nabila already knew whose hand it was.

He was just busy with his own activities. He did not feel bothered with Denis' body that continued to stick, wherever he walked. Until he finally said, "Sit in your chair, breakfast will be ready!"

With a heavy Denis set foot towards the dining table, then pulled one of the chairs there and sat down while looking at Nabila who had started walking towards him with a plate containing sandwiches.

Once at the dinner table, Nabila put the food she brought to the table, then took a piece of sandwich and placed it on the plate in front of her husband. He sat in one of the chairs and enjoyed his breakfast.

"I know I was wrong Nab, but I can explain that not everything you see is true" Denis said.

Nabila took the cup that was nearby, then took a sip of the contents inside and put the cup to its original place.

"Punish me mas", Pinta Nabila was firm, making Denis surprised so that the sandwich in his hand was released.

Denis shifted his chair and walked up to Nabila, then knelt beside his wife who now continued to enjoy her breakfast. He put his head on Nabila's lap, making Nabila clumsy.

Tessss. Nabila could feel her thighs wet with Denis tears. She wanted to touch her husband's head and rub it gently, but her disappointment made her stop doing that.

"Give me a chance, Nab, I'll fix everything" said Denis, who had raised his head to see his wife's face.

"Otherwise, that needs fixing, mas?”

"Everything, Nab. Let me learn to be a good husband and keep our marriage at its best"

"Then what about Jenica, don't you still love her, mas?Just let go of me, mas. And live happily with him.”

"No, Nab. I don't want to", Denis' tears falling back. I used to love her, Nab. But my love was already completely dead to her when she slept with another man in front of my eyes”

"I have to go to the office right now. Sorry I couldn't bring you lunch", Nabila said as she got up from her seat and walked to her room, leaving Denis still on the floor.

After wearing a blazer and fixing natural makeup on his face, Nabila went out of his room with all the equipment he had prepared.

Denis, who had been sitting on the sofa in the living room, immediately stood up as soon as he saw Nabila walking past him. With a quick movement he pulled Nabila's arm and hugged her. Nabila just kept quiet didn't return the hug.

"I have to leave soon, ma'am. I can't be late" exclaimed Nabila, who made Denis finally take off his arms and let Nabila go.