Wife 100 Days

Chapters. 34 For I am your wife...

"I'm like a thief" said Keenan after releasing his kiss to Nayla.

"But I'm her husband, so it doesn't matter if I kiss her, we're legal to be husband and wife even if I ask for more is fine, too," monologue Keenan in heart.

"****... What do you think Keenan, remember your main purpose in marrying him" Keenan said.

"I'd better get some sleep so that my body will be better tomorrow" muttered Keenan and turned back.

It didn't take long, he finally fell asleep to dreamland after Nayla.

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Nayla slowly opened her eyes feeling glare because of the reflection of the morning light from the sun that entered through the cracks - the glass window gap in Keenan's room. He stretched his body to reduce the aching feeling of sleeping in an uncomfortable position for his body.

"It turns out it's morning," murmured Nayla with a typical voice of people just waking up.

He glanced at the clock on the wall and it was six o'clock in the morning. Fortunately, he no longer prayed, so he did not feel bad.

Glanced at the bed, Keenan looked still asleep. Nayla then put her hand on Keenan's forehead to check whether Keenan is still feverish or not.

"Alhmdulillah the fever has gone down."

"I'd better get out of Keenan's room soon, before Mas Keenan woke up and saw me sleeping here I was afraid he would be angry because I knew I was breaking his orders not to go into his private room" said Keenan.

Nayla then tidied up all the equipment she used to compress Keenan last night. When he got up and was about to leave the room arrived - his hand was stopped by Keenan.

It turns out Keenan was awake from the beginning, he deliberately pretended to sleep to know what Nayla did after waking up from her sleep.

"Where are you going" said Keenan.

Deg, man,

Nayla swallowed her saliva with great difficulty and instantly her body froze. Nayla ventured to turn around and looked at Keenan who was already sitting leaning back.

"Sorry Mas, if I was presumptuous to have entered and fell asleep in Mas Keenan's room, but last night Mas Keenan fell unconscious Mas Keenan's body was very hot, because I was worried about what happened - what then I brought Mas Keenan to this room," said Nayla stammered because she was afraid that Keenan would be angry at her.

"Why did you take care of me last night, you could have left me alone when I was here" Keenan said flatly.

Nayla knitted her brows hearing a question from Keenan.

"Because I am your wife Mas, a wife is obliged to take care of her husband who is sick regardless of how the husband's treatment to the wife remains the obligation of a wife is to serve and care for her husband," nayla replied calmly.

I don't know where to get the courage from so Nayla can say that. And Nayla's answer was able to make her heart ache.

"But I don't need your help and don't expect me to be grateful for what you've done to me" Keenan said flatly.

"I don't need a thank you or anything from you, Mas" said Nayla, saddened by her husband's words and left her room.

If you are there for a long time will make her heart hurt even more to hear the words - spicy speech from her husband.

"Why this mouth always can not control not to issue a spicy sentence to her, though he took care of me all night until he was willing to sleep on the cold floor just to wait for me until my condition improved, Keenan ...." yell Keenan frustrated.

"Even you stole a kiss from her last night, you hypocritical son of a bitch Keenan !" muttered Keenan cursed his stupidity that always put forward his prestige and ego.

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"Why your words are always rude to me mas, even though I am your legal wife while with your lover you always say softly," said Lirih Nayla.

"I must not be weak just because of Mas Keenan's rude remarks, however from now on I should be able to get used to receiving all the ill-treatment from him," Nayla said.

"I'd better clean myself up and make some porridge for Mas Keenan" muttered Nayla and passed to her room to clean up.

It didn't take long, Nayla was done cleaning herself up. He rushed to the kitchen to make some porridge for Keenan. It just so happens that today Ms. Marni does not come to the apartment because every weekend Bi Marni gets a holiday from Keenan.

"Alhamdulillah finished also the porridge, hopefully Mas Keenan likes it," hoped Nayla.

"But what if Mas Keenan refused and did not want to eat it because all this time Mas Keenan knew Bi Marni who cooked," murmured Nayla.

"Ah .. mending I try first," Nayla said.

When Nayla will prepare her homemade porridge on the dining table. He saw Keenan coming down from the stairs in a neat state like he was going to leave.

"Not Mas Keenan is still sick, but this hour is neat to go where he is," Nayla looked at Keenan.

Keenan just passed by without caring about Nayla's whereabouts there. Seeing Keenan who passed away just like that Nayla tried to stop Keenan with her hand that was still carrying the porridge that she had made earlier.

"Mas Keenan is going where" asked Nayla.

Keenan stopped his steps when he heard the greeting from Nayla. He turned around and looked at Nayla who was carrying a bowl of food that he believed was porridge.

Feeling no response from Keenan, Nayla ventured to say again.

"Mas Keenan should eat first, this I have made porridge for Mas Keenan," said Nayla by offering a bowl of porridge that is still hot.

"Porridge is very good for people who are sick," added Nayla.

Keenan looked towards the porridge that Nayla made, from the aroma of the porridge it looked very appetizing ny. But suddenly his phone rang.

Drrrt .. drrr...

"Hallo honey." said Keenan to the man across the street.

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"All right I'll be there soon" Keenan replied, severing his phone call and leaving.

Nayla who saw the departure of her husband tried to prevent it.

"You should eat first and rest, do not go out first because you have just recovered from Mas fever" Nayla warned Keenan.

Keenan stopped his steps and turned to stare intently at Nayla.

"Who are you, huh ! you have no right to forbid me, because you are not who - who to me," said Keenan full of emphasis and passed away leaving Nayla who stood pecking with a bowl of porridge.

"Because I'm your wife Mas" said Nayla with eyes glazed over with glass.

Nayla returned to the dining table feeling disappointed. He stared at the porridge he had made and placed the porridge on the table. Then he went to his room.

Arriving in Nayla's room immediately sat behind the door of her room. He cried bitterly remembering what Keenan had said earlier.

"What should I do, O Allah." - O Nayla with trembling lips.