Don't Want to Split

Chapter 15 - A Wrong Decision

"Let's go home!"

Ezra immediately called the waiter and finished the payment. While in front of him Zefanya was silent, feeling a pain in her heart. Ezra's words were like vinegar that watered the young woman's heart. Go home? Ezra's luxurious mansion will never be his home again.

Unwilling to add further wounds, Zefanya stood up before Ezra could offer help. He left the man and rushed out to breathe the fresh air of the cool suburbs.

The cold weather in the moon - this month is more pronounced, Zefanya raises the collar of the sweater she wears to ward off cold air. The clothes he wears feel loose. Not only was he currently wearing it, but almost all of his clothes were too large for his current size. Doctor Sandra said, as long as he eats and exercises regularly then the condition of his body will return to normal.

Thinking about sports, Zefanya so spread his gaze around. The trees on the side of the road and the path to the nearest park, make him want to run there to channel his energy and the paralysis of his mind.

But a moment later, Zefanya hurriedly brushed off his mind. There was Ezra nearby, for sure her husband would never let himself go alone. With uncertain feelings like this, he dared to be together for too long with Ezra.

"How about we walk first?" ezra's proposal is already behind Zephaniah.

The Zefanya menggelos, again - again the man can read his mind. Before Zefanya could answer, Ezra had grabbed his wife's elbow and held her protective. Unknowingly Zefanya held her breath, the touch made her heart tremble. His heart started pounding, the 'chemistry' between them still felt strong to this day.

Every touch of the man elicited a great response in every cell of his blood, drawing the longing out of his hiding place. Zefanya wants to hug, kiss and spend the night with her husband. He misses Ezra very much and the warmth of his love.

"Ehm, I wanted to walk. But it turns out I was tired, probably unable to walk home. I slept poorly last night. Dr. Sandra had also warned me not to be too tired during this recovery period" he said, exhaling, pretending as if this also felt heavy for him.

Ezra was glued to his place, listening to every detail of the word spoken by Zefanya as well as the change of tone within it. His mind churned between forcing or obeying his wife's will. Zefanya's been carrying around Doctor Sandra's name to convince Ezra.

Thinking Ezra will force him, Zefanya just resigned. But it turns out that Ezra let go of his grip while grunting quietly. The grunts that made Zefanya aware, for the umpteenth time the big boss of Halley group was lowering his ego for the sake of his wife.

Ezra with all his might refrained from drowning Zephaniah in his arms and tried not to wash away his woman in an intoxicating ciu-man.

Meanwhile, Zefanya also catches a flash of desire that radiates in Ezra's eyes every time the man looks at him. Zefanya is not the naive little girl that Ezra knew her first. Now that Zephaniah was an adult and married Ezra, the look in her husband's eyes made Zefanya shudder. He fears that he too cannot help himself and is defeated by Ezra's devastating wave of love.

"Whatever you want, Ma Moitie" said Ezra, exhaling heavily, then he opened the car door and Zefanya obediently entered without saying - another word.

Zefanya sat stiffly in her seat, holding her breath, worried that Ezra could hear her heart beating.

"Oh, My God!" Your face is pale. Why didn't you tell me you were sick?" ezra exclaimed furiously mixed with worry, and it felt like his worry overcame his anger.

Tracey did not answer. He leaned his head and closed his eyes, crying inwardly. Ezra always put herself above her own feelings. His attention was deep and real. In that instant, Zefanya realized that her decision was one hundred percent wrong. Thirty days of facing a situation that will continue the same as this, an inner war and against each other's egos - each of which can continuously make them equally - equally shattered. The last few hours have ruined their feelings.

Not wanting Ezra to know what the real cause of their divorce was, Zefanya began to think of another plan. There's a social service or some kind of shelter for people who are troubled and displaced in this city. Before this week is over, he should be able to get out of Ezra's mansion.

'It doesn't matter if there's no money. I can mimic backpacker style on the go. They're riding trucks from one place to another.'

Ezra's eagle eyes saw his Zefanya gripping the end of the clothes he was wearing, a sign he was thinking hard.

"Destroy far - far away your bad thoughts, Zie!" Ezra firmly. His skill at reading Zefanya's mind was so accurate and shocking.

"We have a deal and you have to keep it. Although for that I have to watch over you for twenty-four hours. I've added CCTV and the number of guards in our house. Forget the idea of escaping. I can't possibly fall in the same hole." - Ezra.

Feeling cornered and helpless, Zefanya began to cry. Ezra ignored Zefanya's cries and continued to drive his car at high speed towards his luxurious mansion.

Zefanya tears could not stop, continued to flow until sobbing - sobs.

"I need privacy, Ez." she said in between tears, wishing Ezra well.

'Per-se-tan with privacy! You are my wife!' maki Ezra in heart. His long fingers gripped the steering wheel so tightly that his knuckles turned white.

"I promised I wouldn't bother you in bed. So don't ask me too much more. I've reached the limit of my patience." exasperated Ezra.

Ezra's words slapped Zefanya severely. Now he realized his stupidity for daring to leave the hospital. How could he keep that big secret if Ezra kept acting like this.

Throughout his life, Ezra never failed to extract any evidence from Zephaniah's mouth. Sharing stories too often, makes their relationship very close. Ezra even played a big role in educating her. Even since Zephaniah was seventeen years old, the man continued to direct him not to be carried away by the flow of his friends. Instead of telling his father, Zefanya chose Ezra as a secret repository of his mischief so far. No one knows Zephaniah better than Ezra.

'Argh! Why did I forget this fact?' The Zephaniah in heart.