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I'm Alyndia. People used to call me Alyn. It's been two months since Arya Wiguna married me, but she didn't touch me. Don't touch me, look at me and reprove me.

we also did not sleep in the room.

He would touch me and smile sweetly at me when there were both of our parents. It's just a hand grip.

In material terms he is a responsible husband because it is never too late to give me money to shop every month.

He always routinely gave me a living born even though he did not care about my mind.

I never asked for my rights as a wife. I'm trying to understand how he is. Because we got married because of the matchmaking that was arranged by my late grandfather and Aryan parents.

Maybe because there is no seed of love in the heart of Arya for me. That's why Arya was cold to me.

But I never got married. I try to attract his attention through the food I cook every day.

Yep. He always eats my food with gourmand. But after he finished he immediately scrambled without a word.

we rarely talk. Even just to say YES and NO in a day is rare.

I feel married to a statue. Or I'm just a statue to him.

I once tried to provoke his passion. I accidentally took a shower in the back bathroom and came out using a small towel that was worn just under my pelvis and over my chest.

I passed Arya mas who was sitting in the living room holding a file and reading some movies on the computer.

But Arya did not see me, neither did she glance.

I called Arya's mas looking for an excuse to have her eyes pointed at me.

"Mas. Can I make you some coffee?..." My toot. He looked at me directly.

"Yes." Yeah." Arya replied at a glance then focused again staring at her laptop. I was disappointed to hear the answer from Arya. He did not see me as a woman. I am just a statue to him.

When I touched my room door handle.

Arya called me.

"Alynn's...Next time wear some polite clothes."

"I am your wife." I want to express my heart but my tongue feels stiff. I could only slam the door in protest at him.

Could it be that I married an impotent or gay man. Imagining it makes me feel disgusted.

Patience. Patience. Patience. Everything is beautiful in time.

Every time I finish praying, I always put my hands together. Ask my Lord for help. I hope someday my husband will accept and love me. And made my household into a family of Sakinah mawadah warahmah. Amens.

I open my face and I fold. I cleaned up the Sajadah that was attached to the floor and I put it in a hanging cabinet.

I sat in front of the mirror combing my hair. I look at my face. I am not beautiful but not ugly. I always look innocent without make-up. Maybe if I dress up a little, my husband can take a glance at me. Might as well.

"Huuf." I was almost frustrated fighting on my own. In the new city I live without relatives. I'm just a country girl.

I looked at my husband who put food in his mouth. One bribe and another until there is nothing left.

"This. Money this month."

"Yes" I answered.

It was a good fortune for me today to hear his voice. Than not at all.

Although I prepared all his needs but never any interaction even if only limited to thanks.

I'm bored at home. I opted out to my friend's new cafe. Don't forget I said via a message to Arya mas.

As I was engrossed in enjoying the dishes on the table, my eyes caught a spicy image in the eyes. It makes my eyes sting and tears.

"So this is a disease in my household." My husband won't touch me but can make out with other women.

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