
"Good morning, let's have breakfast"
Gevin was silent at the sight before him. Zaina who used apron, smiled at him so sweetly. I really don't know why Gevin's heart is pounding.
"Mas, let's have breakfast" Zaina said once more as she looked at Gevin who was silent instead.
Gevin blinked, he walked over to his wife. He sat on the dining table chair. Look at the food prepared by his wife.
"When you don't have to cook when Za is tired, we can order"
"And I'm playing our charade as your wife"
Gevin just smiles at it, assuming that Zaina is getting used to the charade they are doing. But without Gevin knowing there is a heart that is deeply wounded by all this.
Zaina smiled, looking at her husband who was eating quite voraciously sanwich. I'm glad I can only eat with you like this, especially if you can accept me as your wife. He muttered in a heart that kept hoping that someday things would change, Gevin who would think of him as a real wife.
"Em, what could happen if today we go for a walk out. Looking for a gift shop, we're only here for a few days"
Gevin nodded, he did not consider this desire of Zaina to be excessive. "Okay, if so you're ready after you've finished eating"
Zaina nodded with a glowing face. At least Gevin wasn't that hard on her, maybe this could be Zaina's use to get her husband's heart.
After finishing breakfast, they immediately went to walk around this place. There are many gift shops available here. Zaina chose various items for the people closest to her. Zaina looked at Gevin who chose the couple's watch, Zaina smiled to herself thinking that Gevin would buy the watch for her.
"It's all Za? Or is there something you want to buy?"
"Nothing, I want to go straight to the villa. I'm tired of shopping like this too"
Gevin chuckled cutely at his wife's complaint. He rattled Zaina's hair with anxiety. "Yaudah, then I'll pay for everything"
And sure enough, Gevin took one pair watch and also a pair bracelet. Zaina was getting more and more happy that maybe Gevin would give it to her later when she returned to the Capital.
Hopefully, Gevin can change and be able to accept this marriage.
The hope that is always spoken in every prayer. Because Zaina only hoped that her husband would be able to accept her as his wife, not just a charade.
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Zaina just finished cooking for dinner. Still at Villa with their honeymoon show. Zaina walked into the room while looking at the message that went into her phone. Until when he looked up, his phone immediately fell on his leg.
Zaina looked at Gevin who had just finished taking a bath and only used a towel wrapped around his waist. The upper part of the man's body was completely plain with water droplets from his hair, further making a handsome impression to the size of a man.
"Mas, why tell me you're not wearing a shirt yet"
Zaina immediately turned her body, turning her back to Gevin. Her face had warmed up since then, probably from feeling embarrassed to have to look at her husband's innocent body. Because this was the first time he had seen the innocent body of a grown man.
"Sorry Za, I also forgot the door lock. Kirain you're not going in all of a sudden like this"
"I didn't know that Mas wasn't wearing any clothes"
Zaina immediately turned around, yet still with her face lowered. He was ashamed of what had happened just now.
"Evening is ready, let's have dinner together"
Gevin nodded, he walked out of the room together with Zaina. Gevin felt a new warmth when every morning Zaina always woke him up and also prepared a change of clothes for him, even breakfast was also he who prepared. Gevin feels that Zaina is very similar to his mother. How the mother who always paid attention to everything for herself.
"Za, do you have a boyfriend?"
Zaina looked up, she looked at Gevin in disbelief. How could her husband ask her that. Zaina was completely inexhaustible with this husband.
"I mean, have you ever dated? Or maybe there's a guy you like?"
"There"
Gevin looked up and looked at Zaina curiously. "Who?"
"There's a guy I've liked since High School. I thought it was a bit of awe at first, but it turned out that I was really in love with her. And this isn't monkey love, because I still love him today"
"Well, why don't you express your feelings to that guy?"
Zaina sighed softly, she stared fixedly at Gevin. "Because that man never loved me"
Gevin was speechless at Zaina's words, he instantly turned his face away when he got Zaina's so clingy gaze.
"It's a shame, when you're nice and beautiful. Why doesn't that man love you"
"If I'm beautiful and kind as you say, why don't you love me, Mom?"
Gevina immediately turned her head and chuckled softly with Zaina's question which she thought was a joke. "Yes, because you are like my brother. The logic is that maybe I love my own brother"
Zaina just smiled faintly, then she went back to eating. There was no more discussion between them, Zaina had only tried fishing, but her husband remained with the same reaction. Maybe Gevin never loved him because he thought Zaina was his brother.
After eating, they were in the middle room. Watching the drama that is being talked about. Gevin also watched, but not because he liked just trying to accompany Zaina so as not to feel bored. But for a long time he began to be unable to resist his sleepiness, Gevin leaned his head on the back of the sofa and fell asleep just like that.
Zaina turned off the television screen, she turned to her sleeping husband. Zaina noticed Gevin's handsome face line. The guy she's loved since she was in high school, when she started getting to know his name is feeling like and love.
Slowly Zaina stroked Gevin's cheek, then gave a soft kiss there. "I love you Gevin" he said very softly.
"Mas, let's get up..." Zaina shakes Gevin's body to wake him up. "...Move to the room if you want to sleep"
Gevin opened his eyes, he yawned wide because he was already very sleepy. "You're also sleeping Za, it's night. I'll watch it tomorrow"
"Yes"
Gevin passed into the room regardless of Zaina who was still in the living room. Zaina was still thinking about how she should go about getting her heart.
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