Husband Perfectionist
Therapy With me?
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Nara went into the bedroom in Zayn's room, the man was sitting leaning on the head of the bed after hugging Nara when he woke up.
Nara sat on the edge of the bed, Zayn still silently not looking at her.
"I made you tea" he said.
Hearing that, Zayn immediately glanced at Nara. The man turned to stare at the glass of warm tea with smoke rising in Nara's hands.
"Drink." Nara gave her tea to Zayn.
Zayn slowly accepts it, taking over the glass containing the tea from Nara's hand.
"Are you okay now?" ask Nara slowly.
Because Nara saw firsthand how the man shouted in his dream and immediately embraced him as soon as he woke up.
Nara ventured to touch Zayn's hand, the man was silent.
"Little, thank you." replied Zayn.
A faint smile immediately rose on Nara's lips. Thank goodness her husband is feeling better now.
"Is your dream so scary? you screamed in fear." asked Nara curiously.
"Yes, spooky."
"It's okay, I'm here with you. You don't have to be scared" Nara said.
Zayn immediately looked at him in shock, "You don't want to know what I'm dreaming?" tanyakanya.
Nara was silent, she also wanted to know what dreams were actually experienced by harsh doctors like Zayn until the man shouted in fear.
What makes Zayn so scared?
Is Zayn having something bad?
Nara wants to know that, as a wife and also a friend who may be the only one owned by the man.
Nara shook her head, "No, it seems like your dream is very scary" she replied.
As Zayn breathed, the man stared at the wall clock. Half-time four in the morning.
"I must have woken you up, still at this hour" he said.
Nara shook her head, "It's okay, I don't mind at all."
"You want to go home? I'll take you to the apartment so you can rest comfortably and continue your sleep." she asked.
Nara smiled faintly, look at the man who upset her at this first meeting.
He has changed a lot, he can even do sweet and gentle things.
"No need, you don't worry. I'll be home in the morning, now you rest." she replied.
Zayn and Nara were both silent. I heard Zayn's breathing repeatedly. The man seemed to have quite a heavy burden.
"Want to share with me? I'll listen to your story if you want to share it with me." asked Nara.
The girl touched Zayn's hand again, making the man flinch a little and immediately put his tea on the nightstand.
"When I was a kid, I had a lot of friends. I'm good friends with everyone." said Zayn and Nara listened.
"*Zayn wants to play ball?" ask a boy friend.
Zayn nodded his head, he and his friends running around the ball field together*.
"I have a lot of good friends, both men and women. They were all good to me, playing with me and studying with me at school."
"But because of one big thing I can't touch them at all, I feel dirty" he said.
"I feel like I've become a dirty kid, I'm dirty and I don't deserve to play with anyone. I wash my hands, wash my face all the time."
"And when a girl in my class approached, I ran to wash my hands and body."
Zayn sighed again, because of his daddy as well as the woman..
Zayn felt dirty from being born as the son of his father.
Zayn was traumatized by what he saw.
Mommy, crying every day and always fighting with her daddy. Fighting until mommy asks for a divorce, but daddy does not approve.
At home, only my aunt accompanied him. Hugged him in the room and covered his own ears so as not to hear anything as disguised as the sound in the mansion.
It was only the aunt in the house that Zayn took kindly, gave her warmth and wiped away her tears.
"I consider contact with others to be disgusting, especially women. I yelled at all my friends not to come near me and not touch me."
Nara looked at Zayn nanar, this man kept his own problems.
His mental health was not good, he should have come to someone to cure him.
"All my friends ended up walking away from me, saying I was weird and also crazy. I don't care what they say at all, but because of that I've always been alone until now."
"None of my friends, even when I was in college I was always alone, never with my other college friends."
"Therefore you became what you are now?" ask Nara.
Zayn nodded his head, "I don't trust anyone. I suffered from OCD in the end and I became too afraid to mingle with others."
"It is only you who can be this close to me" he said.
Nara was overwhelmed to hear it. Gosh so Zayn was really afraid to come into contact with other people? inner Nara.
He thought Zayn was just joking about what he was doing all along.
"You don't want to try therapy?" ask Nara.
He knew OCD, from the Korean drama he had seen first about men who were too perfectionist and clean, did not like to touch carelessly people and always checked around.
Even small dust is not allowed to be near it.
Has Zayn been that bad? he has experienced it for years.
Zayn shrugged his shoulders, "I don't know, I'm too busy and I don't think any therapy will work" she replied.
Nara shook her head, "No, you haven't tried it yet doctor. How do you know it won't work?" ask Nara.
Zayn was silent, right, he had not tried and how he could know whether it would work or not.
"See a psychiatrist and cure your fear. Don't you have the desire to live your life like you used to? mingle with everyone comfortably without feeling scared." asked Nara.
"Living life like old times again?" mumbling Zayn.
Nara nodded, "Your old life, in your little heart do you have no desire to go back to what it used to be?" tanyakanya.
Zayn be silent, your little heart..
Do I want to go back to being the old Zayn? thought.
Zayn who receives a lot of love from everyone? no, no one wants to give her any more love.
Not with her mommy and her late daddy.
Zayn shook his head, "Living like this is enough for me." she replied.
"I don't need to see a psychiatrist and start therapy. I can live my life for almost 18 years with this disorder" he replied.
Nara sighed softly, "What about me?" tanyakanya.
Zayn looked up at Nara with a frown.
"You mean?"
"What if I'm the only one in your therapy?"
