Don't Want to Split

Chapter 6 - Let Me Go

"Because the honesty I say will not only break my heart but also his heart. I don't want him to feel the pain I feel when I know the facts." Zefanya pilu.

Doctor Sandra sighed and returned to repeating the explanation patiently in the hope that Zefanya would follow her advice. "But the only way to get out of this place is your husband's permission, ma'am. And the way to get that permission is to be honest. Tell everything to Mr. Halley."

Her Zefanya closed her eyes and bit her own lips, annoyed overwhelmingly. No one was on his side. Not even Doctor Sandra who had been with him all this time.

"I'll hire a lawyer to get me out of this place, as well as take care of our divorce" Zefanya insisted on her desire to part with Ezra.

Hearing Zefanya's threatening words, Doctor Sandra frowned. "You could've hired a lawyer, ma'am. But you need to know, your husband is not a random person. Are you sure you can find a lawyer as good as your husband's lawyer?"

"Armgh!" geram Zefanya's.

If he obeyed his heart, Zefanya must have strangled Doctor Sandra for being too angry. Or at least, he wanted to slam all the items in this room into pieces. Like her who was destroyed when she heard a reality she did not want to hear.

Zefanya lowered her head with a grim look on her face. Not even himself fighting, defeat had blocked his pace. Zefanya hates the fact that everything Dr. Sandra said about Harry is true.

"I want to be alone, Doctor." whispered the despair. It's free for him to beg, so that even his tongue is dry that Doctor Sandra will never grant it.

"alright. We'll talk again tomorrow." Said Doctor Sandra while patting Zefanya on the shoulder. "You know Sister Yoana will take care of you tonight right? You can call him when you need him."

Zefanya's sensitive heart suddenly felt bitter. He began to cry bitterly until his shoulders were shaken. "Can you give me some medicine to get me some sleep, Doc?"

For some time, Doctor Sandra again - again sighed and said. "From my observations, you don't need any more drugs."

"What if that nightmare comes back to haunt me?"

"There's nothing you can do but face it. Trust me on. And when you manage to overcome that fear, then your sleep will be good without any drugs." replied Dr. Sandra while tidying up her Zefanya blanket. "Good sleep, Mrs Halley."

For the first time in her life, Zefanya hates the title Miss Halley. The call that was once so coveted - coveted by it. Since he was in High School until he graduated from university. Really not fair. Zefanya waited years to officially assume the status of Mrs Halley, the only wife of Ezra Halley. And just now that his dream had materialized, they had to be cruelly separated by the bitter reality. Zefanya continued to lament her fate.

"Mistress?"

Zefanya jumped in shock at the sound of Sister Yoana coming in to accompany her. Ezra really didn't want to let go. There is always someone who accompanies him for twenty-four hours.

"Do you want to eat?"

Like a fire doused in gasoline, Zefanya's anger was immediately ignited and exploded.

"NO!" snapped Zefanya rough. Forgetting all the manners and ethics he had learned since childhood.

Realizing that her patient was in a frustrated state, sister Yoana patiently returned to ask, "What about the drink?"

"I don't need anything but a sedative. I wanted to sleep but had trouble closing my eyes." Zephaniah complained, wishing Sister Joanna pity and gave her a grain of it.

"Sorry, Madam. Dr. Sandra advised that you no longer need any medication. "A glass of warm chocolate can help you relax and can make you sleepy. Do I need to make it for you?"

"No, thank you. If you can't give me sleeping pills, then just shut up. Don't offer me anything." Zefanya's sambar was full of emotion.

"I'll excuse you then. Picking the bell whenever you need it, I'm ready anytime. Good night to sleep."

Hearing the good-bye, Zefanya gets more sensitive. "I can't sleep!" sergeant.

"I hate television."

"You can read your favorite novel, your husband brings some in the closet."

"I'm not in the mood to read. Why are you keeping me here? I really don't feel at home here, crushes. I want to get out of here, I want to see the outside world." Zefanya said.

"Tomorrow someone will visit you, madam. You can talk for a moment to relieve your fatigue."

"I can't wait until tomorrow!" zefanya shouted, starting to get hysterical.

"Doctor Sandra! Doctor Sandra!" call Zefanya as hard as she can. "I can't wait until tomorrow! Or I'm going crazy. Doctor Sandra!" pekik Zeffanya.

"Calm, Mistress. Doctor Sandra was in her room on the third floor. He won't hear your screams."

"Then tell him I want to meet. Now too!" Zefanya Command.

"Alright, alright. The lady better calm down for a second. I'll call Doctor Sandra for you.

Instead of being calm, Zefanya was getting restless. He walked back and forth in his room until Doctor Sandra came into the room.

" Sister Yoana reported that you are currently very agitated. He's never seen you in this condition. What is the reason as it is in my mind?"

Zefanya stopped pacing back and forth, lifted her chin and looked at her doctor with puffy eyes from crying too much.

"Doctor... I gotta get out of here or I'm gonna go crazy. Why do you all have to deal with me?"

"I know how to deal with your husband."

"How is it?"

"Brave!"

"Brave?"

"Yes. Dare to talk four mayas with your husband and tell him frankly that you no longer want to live with him." Doctor Sandra said firmly.

"What?" his hiss Zefanya despair, his emotions disappear instantly and his guts shrivel.

"If I were your husband, I'd like to hear from your own mouth that his wife doesn't love him. And he'll believe that you can say out loud that there's no feeling left for him."

His Zefanya bit her lips hard. It hurt, just like his heart.

"When you are getting married, you decide together, then when you want to separate you should be equally agreed. Talk to your husband, he'll let you go as long as your reasons are right."

"Yes." shouts Zephaniah with a broken heart.

"After Mr. Halley agrees, then you can go with the secret that you keep meetings - meetings."

Like a giant hammer hitting hard, right in the heart of Zefanya. Doctor Sandra knows that she's keeping secrets. Zefanya.