Don't Want to Split

Chapter 4 - The Best Man In The World

For the second time, Zefanya realized in the position she was already on the bed in a comfortable and nice room. Her clothes have been replaced with a clean nightgown.

Doctor Sandra appeared shortly after Zefanya opened her eyes, she pulled up the chair beside Zefanya's bed and looked at her fixedly. "You've had a great shock but it's an important advance that we have to discuss."

Zefanya got up from her position and sat leaning back, subconsciously pulling the blanket up to cover her mouth. "I don't want to see Ezra anymore. I knew he'd come back here to see me. No one could stand in his way if he was determined" Zefanya said trembling.

"Mr Ezra is gone, madam. There is business to be done by him outside. I asked him to leave here and see for himself he left this place." replied Doctor Sandra patiently.

"Thank God." Zefanya breathed a sigh of relief.

Doctor Sandra responded with a sad smile. "As soon as your husband finds out that the cause of your pain is him, he is not told to leave. You should know that in the last three months he's been waiting for you every night. Trying to calm you down when you're delirious and having nightmares. His loyalty and attention to you are incredible." Doctor Sandra's voice trembled slightly, moved. In his heart, he asked, what caused this beautiful woman in front of him so eager to part with her husband.

Hearing the story of Doctor Sandra, Zefanya wanted to cry. Heart's ripped. It turned out that the voice heard by him while in a coma had been true - really Ezra's voice.

'Forgive me, Ezra. This farewell is not my wish but there is no other way.'

Doctor Sandra opened her journal to take notes again then started asking Zefanya questions. "I want to know how far your memories have come back. Can you tell me about your husband?"

"He's no longer my husband." said Zefanya quickly with clenched hands.

"But Mr. Ezra said he was still your husband. Can it be explained?"

"We're divorced." Zefanya.

"When?" ask Dr. Sandra.

Zefanya. "When?" reworked. Tears rolled down his cheeks and immediately rubbed against the back of his hand. In his little heart, Zephaniah did not want to be separated from Ezra. "I told my lawyer to give him the divorce papers... " Zefanya looks to remember - remember.

"Before the accident happened?" Doctor Sandra helped him to remember by asking questions.

Zefanya hesitated. "Looks... "

"But he's still willing to cover the entire cost of treatment and look after you."

Tears flowed back into Zephaniah's cheeks. "I knew. I know." so slow. "He is like that, I think he is the best man in the world." Zefanya's voice trembled.

"O'yeah? On what basis would he be responsible to the woman who had intended to leave him? You said you're divorced, right?"

"Because he loves me so much. His feelings for me need not be doubted. Anything will be done by him as long as I'm cured."

"It seems you know him well. Have you been married long?"

"Our marriage was about three months old. But I've known him almost my whole life. Our family has been friends for a long time. He is an amazingly good man." murmured Zefanya pilu

He paused for a moment and wiped his tears. "The thing is, he's not just gonna let me go. Even though we eventually parted ways, he will always be in charge of me. He won't let me pay for my own life. That's as good as Ezra as I know."

Doctor Sandra recorded all of Zefanya's statements into a journal complete with various emotions that arise when the woman tells a story. The doctor gave Zefanya a few moments to calm down and drink a glass of water. Then the question and answer session continued.

Zefanya nodded slowly. With whatever the doctor will ask.

"You think, Ezra Halley is the best man. You even said in the world. Never once did he hurt you, I had the impression that you were comfortable with him. But you don't want to live with him. A very contradictory, incomprehensible statement."

"That's right." Zephaniah's sambar was quick, like he was releasing all his ducks. Doctor Sandra managed to deduce the story well.

"But he still loves you very much."

"I know." Zefanya lowered her head, her chest ached every time she remembered her divorce with Ezra.

"Sorry, Doctor. Can we not talk about this? I'm grateful for everything you've done for me. Without your help, maybe I'm dead or I could be crazy. There's one request for me."

"What?"

"I'm healed. I want to get out of here." Zefanya pleaded with her - really.

"Physically, you are doing well. But I need further observation of your psychic health."

"I want to go home, Doctor. Tonight too, I want to go home." Zefanya insisted, not wanting to hear any reason.

Doctor Sandra leaned back into her chair and folded both hands in front of her chest. "Where are you going home?"

"To Aunty Laura's place."

"How did you get there?"

"I have enough money to pay for a taxi to go there. Lend me your cell phone, I can also call Aunty to pick me up here."

Doctor Sandra nodded - nodding. "It seems that your thinking ability has also recovered. But unfortunately, there's one problem."

"What?"

"You can't just get out of this place" Zefanya said impatiently.

"Why?"

"Because the person who put you here and is responsible for you is Mr. Ezra Halley. So for your return must also be with the consent of your husband.

"I told you Ezra wasn't my husband anymore. We're divorced."

"Sorry, Madam. You wrong. There is one thing missing in your story. Your husband never agreed to the divorce, he refused to sign documents sent by your lawyer."

Zefanya. "really?"

"Yes. In the eyes of the law, you are still legally the wife of Mr. Ezra Halley." - Dr. Sandra.