
an hour after the zifa is awake and taking medicine which then immediately fall asleep again.There is no sign Zifa will wake up.Zayn faithfully accompany, and,grasping Zifa's hand and rubbing Zifa's sweat, Zayn told her parents to rest and reassured her parents that she would look after Zifa all night.
seeing the shady face of Zifa pale back guilt that haunts Zayn.uh Zayn never wanted to hurt anyone more than a woman.but now look at a woman hurt bathin because of him.Zayn sure that Zifa fever not only because of the rain, but because of the pressure, maybe Zifa can look tough, but Zayn sure deep in Zifa's heart, Zifa,Zifa is not okay.which women who are not hurt to undergo marriage as they live today.which women are not hurt to know the man who married her turned out to love other women.serve if time can be reset again it feels like Zayn is repeating the time to reject this marriage or end his relationship with Aylin first, then accept Zifa as the fate of his soul mate.
time pointed at ten o'clock in the night, when the eyes that had been tightly closed as reluctant to open now began to slowly blink, adjusting the lighting in the room, slowly Zifa raised her hand and incised her temple, her view began to clear, Zifa raised her eyes,Zayn who had fallen asleep again woke up when he felt the movement of the body of zifa.
you woke Zi?hows it?feel good about his body?or still dizzy?
this is drinking water first, you have been asleep for a long time must be thirsty said Zayn streak.
Zifa who was still tired did not answer any of Zayn's questions, she just grabbed the glass Zayn gave her and drank it
Zifa turned back to her body and allowed the blanket and went to sleep on Zayn's back, as she thought and turned to Zayn again,
I'm okay, you sleep aja, sorry to bother you.I if again the fever is usually just a bed later also healed sndiri kok.thank you for helping me he said casually, but save the pain.
Zifa actually did not want to be like this, but somehow since Zayn asked her to talk and clarify the status of their relationship on the first night of their marriage, Zifa's heart seemed numb, she was aware of her position,if he could scream, it would be like Zifa to shout and say out loud what he felt, but that was all impossible, that was why Zifa turned cold.
Silent..
Zayn did not respond to Zifa's words, his tongue suddenly felt like Zayn hugged the woman's body in front of him.clad all his wounds and changed happily so that the shady face again smiled cheerfully, smiling cheerfully,but time could not be repeated, the heart of the woman was already bleeding when the wound was Zayn who cut him.
after being sure of her neat clothes Zifa stepped out of the room towards the kitchen to grab a drink and refill her glass.
just as the door of the room opened and Zifa came out Zayn opened his eyes.Yes, Zayn did not really sleep, he just closed his eyes so that when there was movement in Zifa, Zayn immediately knew it.
Zayn again felt tightness in his chest.as cruel as to whether he was in Zifa's eyes until Zifa never asked for his help.With the body that Zayn believed was still weak, Zifa still came out alone to take a drink, Zifa,zifa could wake Zayn up and ask for help.
fifteen minutes had passed, but Zifa had not yet returned to the room, Zayn who was worried about catching up, just as Zayn's feet were stepping on the last step, heard a voice as if someone was crying, and he said,Zayn, believing it to be Zifa, hastened his way to the kitchen, and sure enough, Zifa is trying to restrain her tanhis by hitting her chest and covering her mouth,Zayn who could not stand it anymore immediately grabbed Zifa's body and held it tightly while saying an apology that could somehow stop Zifa's crying or not but Zayn still did it, he said,suddenly Zifa's body collapsed again.Zayn immediately carried Zifa to be brought back to his room.
why Zifa fainted again Zayn, what should be taken to the hospital alone, let know and can be handled by a doctor, said someone who stepped from the last stairs.
zayn was surprised and could only look at the person without knowing what to answer.
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