Don't Want to Split

Chapter 16 - A Prince Of Mine

Along the way Zephaniah's head was filled with plans to break away from Ezra. But none of the strategies he devised made any sense. Until he found a very reasonable way, which is a hunger strike. The way that will make her husband is not until the heart sees him suffering, then return himself to the hospital. From there he was able to re-arrange a plan to escape, whether with whose help. He'll think about it later.

The decision to flee could at least ease the burden on Zefanya's heart. The rest of the journey was passed with a more calm feeling. He clucked in awe as he passed through Ezra's estate and his eyes twinkled at the shady streets leading to the mansion. The classic themed mansion located in the middle of the plantation so that it looks more like a castle with the surrounding forest.

It used to be a paradise for little Zephaniah, where he first met young Ezra. As Ezra stopped his car right in front of the mansion, the greatness of the past was again present before Zefanya.

"This grand palace is certainly a handsome prince." whispered Zefanya to Louise, her older sister who was ten years old, one year older than Zefanya.

Louise nodded - nodding in agreement, the two of them were the same - as fond of fantasizing about a handsome prince with a white horse as in the book - the fairy tale book that Mommy read before they went to bed.

Following the steps of their parents towards Mr. Benjamin Halley's study, the two little girls were unceasingly amazed. Pillars - large pillars, luxurious carved furniture and paintings - beautiful paintings installed in the front room.

When the host, welcoming and introducing them to his wife, Abigail, Zefanya instead mis-focused on some of the photos on Mr. Benjamin's desk. His eyes were immediately fixed on a handsome young man with a sharp eye gaze. Then Zefanya brought her head closer to Louise's ears.

"He will be my prince" he whispered.

Louise takes a look at the photo of Ezra being pointed at by her sister and is equally fascinated by Ezra's handsome figure. Eavesdropping on their parents' conversation, Zefanya learns that Ezra is the eldest son of the Halley family. The company's heir is studying at Harvard University and will return soon after graduation to work in London.

The following years, Zefanya was always eager to travel from Edinburgh to London in hopes of meeting his prince in person. The day of the visit, when Zephaniah was twelve. And the prince actually appeared in his palace.

As always, Zefanya always admired the paintings - large paintings mounted on the wall. He approached the family painting with Ezra in it. Maybe if depicted in a cartoon, his eyes will come out a picture of a glowing heart - a luminescent. The little Zephaniah was so charmed that he was heartless and nudged the servant who brought him a drink.

"Ups! I'm sorry." Lirih Zefanya felt guilty.

Oh, blimey! It turns out it wasn't the waitress he hit. The handsome prince was holding a glass glass that from the aroma was wine. There was a stain on his white shirt because of Zefanya.

"I beg you, forgive me." Said Zefanya while holding back a cry.

He's been making trouble today. His father would definitely punish him for having carelessly dirty the clothes belonging to the handsome prince of the Halley family. Zefanya was looking for - look for something that can be used to clean the stains on Ezra's clothes.

"It's okay, little girl. I know you didn't mean it."

Zefanya. Instead of getting angry or yelling, the notoriously quiet and unfriendly man smiled warmly at him. His deep and gentle voice, made Zefanya even more fascinated.

"Go back to the room where your parents are. I need to change clothes first. We'll meet there later."

"Hhhh... "

Unknowingly Zefanya mende-sah when the memories of the first meeting suddenly aired in his mind. The shadow will surely continue to haunt him for life. Zefanya shook her head to clear her brain. Instead of being light, his head grew heavier and felt spinning.

'Could he be sick again?'

Intentionally not commenting on anything, Ezra opened the door and helped Zefanya to get out. Trying to make his wife feel comfortable first, it was enough of his attack today to Zefanya.

Feeling powerless, Zefanya made no attempt to resist as Ezra led her up the steps of the terrace. His body feels weak. Zephaniah's little heart was grateful that Ezra was very sensitive to things like this.

The next problem arose when Zefanya stepped on the main door of the Ezra mansion. He already wanted to immediately attach his body to the top of the bed and fly into dreamland, but he also did not want to sleep in their room.

"May I sleep in the guest room that I used to wear during college?" Ask Ezra, half begging.

"The room is used." Answer Ezra briefly.

There was a sense of relief tucked into Zefanya's heart. It's likely that Aunty Laura is using the room, or it could be Ezra's business partner. The more people here, the better for Zefanya. They will not be alone.

"In the meantime, you'll be using the room on the second floor next to mine." Ezra said calmly.

'Oh my God!'

Zefanya mengerang in the heart. As powerful as he could, he refrained from yelling in annoyance. This man really makes him unable to wiggle. Making Zefanya more confident with his intention to go on hunger strike.

Several servants came and greeted Zefanya with joy. Their kind-hearted hostess is back, this mansion will be back as cheerful as it was before Zefanya's departure.

After Zefanya wanted to go back to the room and it seemed like Ezra had already predicted that. Before Zefanya could say anything, she had already carried her wife up the stairs by the stairs leading to the top floor.

"Down me!" the whisper was slow, not wanting the waiter to hear and ask questions about the change. All this time their relationship was friendly even in front of the waiter.

"Casual, Ma Moitie. I know you won't be able to go up to the second floor. Now you are home, with me, your husband. Let me take good care of you. Obey me, dear."

Their position so close plus the heart beat uncontrolled really makes Zefanya helpless. His body felt increasingly powerless. Finally, Zefanya could only bow her head to Ezra's chest and pretend to be asleep. Who would have thought, Zefanya really fell asleep in just a matter of seconds. His physical and mental exhaustion had already reached its peak. He almost - hardly felt when Ezra laid him on the bed and whispered.

"Rest, Mon Amour. I love you."

The coolness of the silk pillow and the warmth of the blanket connected to his body cradled his Zefanya deeper and deeper. He remembers nothing but Ezra's hand when he took off his sweater and shoes.

Ezra kissed his wife's forehead before coming out of the room and once again looked at Zephaniah's sleeping face. Seemed calm and comfortable even though today his wife had not taken her medicine at all.