Exchange Myself for Justice

Chapter 41

Zico comes out of the bathroom using only a half towel, he picks up his own change of clothes without any intention to disturb his wife who is back asleep.

"Darling, let's get up. He said he wanted to leave, "Zico gently woke up while peeping his forehead.

"Mas, tired," whined the woman. For some reason since waking up from a coma, his body feels tired quickly, maybe his energy has not fully recovered after two months just lying on the bed.

"really? Come on, it's a sling." Zico immediately carried the slender body and lowered it slowly in a bathtub that had been filled with warm water he deliberately provided for his wife's bath.

"You want to help him with the bath?" ask Zico to offer himself.

"No, I can bathe myself, Mas," Zahira refused still enjoying the lavender-scented water bath.

"Jude, I'm out. The shower, later we will be late there," the man's message wants to go out and not forget to steal a kiss on his wife's forehead.

Zahira just nodded and finished her bath immediately. The woman prepared for fear of the afternoon to arrive there, the village is quite far from the lucky city, which takes three hours drive.

Zahira polishes her beautiful face thinly, even though she sees only her halal lover, but she still wants to look beautiful and charming in front of the father of her child.

"Have Deck?" The man came in holding his little hero.

"Yes, wait a minute, Mom." Zahira immediately put up the curtain of her face cover.

"Hi, Umi's son is very neat and handsome, who showered you, dear?" she took over the tiny baby from her Abinya sling.

"Grandmother bathed," Zi replied representing the child.

"Well, is this all the stuff you want to carry?" asked Zico while carrying his wife's medium-sized bag containing a change of clothes for Zafran and also there are some strands for Abi and Uminya.

"Yes Mas, Zafran's suffragette and his drinking utensils have been prepared by his mother" replied Zahira stepping out of the room in the follow by a handsome man who was once very cold, and who was very cold, but now it has become so gentle and attentive.

"Sir, has Zafran's drinking equipment been prepared?" ask Zico to his son's nanny.

"Already sir," replied the nanny while handing over the small bag that had been prepared.

"Ma, Pa, we say yes first" Zahira told her parents-in-law.

"Yes, honey, are you guys there?" mama asked while peeping her grandson's face.

"Maybe one night, Ma," Zico answered as the steering wheel.

"All right, you guys be careful. The important thing is to remain vigilant yes, Zi," Papa's message to his son.

"Okay, Pa, go first."

The couple greeted both parents with reverence. Zico and Zahira were driven by private driver Hamdi Wijaya's family, while two of his aides drove behind in another car.

"Capek Deck? Here let me hug," said Zico took his baby from his wife's arms so that the woman could take PW.

"Honey, you have plans to continue your thesis?" tanya Zi was serious.

"Alright, after our wedding reception, you continue the lecture."

"But what about Zafran, Mas?" asked Zahira hesitantly, there was a sense of unbearable disregard for his son.

"It's okay, Dek, Zafran already has a nanny, besides there is also Mama who watches," he explained.

"Hmm, okay, but later you help me again to compose the thesis, because my brain is not as sharp as it used to be since recovering from that long sleep," explained Zahira honestly. He did feel something strange to him, often clank and forget suddenly.

"Really, Deck?" asked Zico only knew what the wife felt, maybe because she was so busy these few weeks so did not pay too much attention.

"Yes, Mas, I would love to tell you a story, but afraid to make you think, so you do not focus on carrying out tasks that are so draining of your mind," he explained.

"Oh Allah, Dek, why should you think about it. I would go crazy knowing that you are not okay. Whatever you feel, please Deck, tell me. Yaudah, after returning from the pilgrimage. Tomorrow we will see a doctor" said Zi who did not want to delay for the health of his wife.

Zahira just nodded not wanting to argue, he also wanted to hear the doctor's explanation for what he felt. Along the way far enough, the little family seemed to enjoy their moment together.

After a trip that took about three hours, now the car has pulled over in a minimalist house that measures four and five. The silver-colored metallic house looked desolate unkempt. Small grasses have crept on some of the terraces.

Zahira got out of the car, opened the old, untreated trellis. The woman spread her gaze throughout the yard of the house she had left for almost two years.

Somehow his chest felt tight as he stepped in. Instantly the shadow of both parents is clearly visible on the terrace of the house occupies a seat where the second place of relaxation of the deceased.

It was sad to go home that there was no more warm embrace of the woman who had given birth to him in this world, and no more rough hands of the father rubbed his head gently.

Slowly the woman stepped into her residence and said her greetings. Zico followed his wife's steps while holding the tiny baby.

Zahira immediately headed to her parents' room, and said her greetings, then sat down in a bed that seemed to have started to get dusty, picking up a blanket that she accidentally did not wash, she said, the woman gently clenched her chest and sniffed the scent of her parents.

"A round of tears fell on both of his cheeks. Zahira recited alfatihah as her longing was excruciating. Zico sat down beside her grabbing the woman's shoulder to get into her arms.

"Patience, Deck, God willing, father and mother are calm in nature. We send Do'a for him" Zi said, comforting his wife.

"Such a cry, Mas," he said as he hid his face in the chest of the field of the Man.

"Dear, I can feel your feelings right now. Patience, a lot of Istighfar."

Zahira just nodded and broke her embrace. The twenty-five-year-old returned to tidying up her parents' quilts. And move out.

The woman remembered something she had kept in her room. Zahira rushes to her room and picks up a camcorder. The woman wanted to immediately remove a video that was very embarrassed and she had never seen clearly.

She was ashamed to see the hot scene with the man who was now her husband. Zahira immediately relives to immediately delete so as not to be seen by the husband. Unfortunately the power is low, maybe because it has been almost two years he left.

"What is that, Deck?"

Seriate...

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