Husband Perfectionist

Destinies

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Nara parked her car in the basement of the apartment building, due to the urgent circumstances she alternated with Zayn.

Zayn sat in the passenger seat and drove in front of the car.

"Zayn.." call Nara.

Zayn looked at Nara with a flat and cold gaze as usual.

Zayn and Nara get out of the car at the same time, and Nara walks behind Zayn following the man up the elevator together.

As soon as the elevator opened on the 44th floor, Zayn immediately raised his hand.

"Lock my car" he said.

Nara blurted her eyes and gave Zayn the car keys, still standing in his place, looking at Zayn who looked cold.

Is he angry with me? think Nara.

"Why shut up? get out, I want to get into the apartment." he kicked it out.

Nara let out a sigh of relief, huh. relieved if Zayn scolded her like this.

It meant that this man in front of her was neither angry nor upset with her.

Tak

Nara grimaced feeling her forehead being held tight by Zayn, "Ah. pain."

"When I get out of the elevator so quickly, how many times do I want to hold it so that it doesn't close? hurry." said.

Nara clucked and walked out, Zayn just looked at her coldly and said nothing until the elevator door closed.

Nara walks into her apartment, throws her bag on the bed and takes off her shoes.

Brucks

Nara also dropped her body on the bed, remembering how scared Zayn was at the mall.

"When there hasn't been an hour there." murmured Nara sadly.

Though he intends to invite Zayn to eat out, watch a cinema together and sit in a cinema chair occupied by many people.

Get Zayn used to it all.

However, just colliding with a girl just made Zayn's legs limp like jelly and unable to walk.

"What is the fear of interacting with people?" think Nara.

It's strange, 25 years she lives a new life this time Nara met a man who suffered from a strange disease like this even became her husband.

"Do I have to ask a psychiatrist?" think Nara.

Maybe then he knew what to do, and this was also related to Zayn's mental health, which was disrupted for a long time because of the problems of both parents.

Nara took her cell phone and searched the phone number search engine of a great psychiatrist she could call.

"Ah, here it is. women, it will be easier for me to tell him" said Nara.

Nara immediately kept the number and contacted him and made an appointment the next morning.

"Huh.hopefully Zayn can recover after this." he murmured.

Indeed, although Zayn annoyed him and always spoke harshly to him, Nara was sure that Zayn had a soft and kind heart.

It was just that his heart had been closed to others all this time, he had never shown his feelings to others.

Especially when Nara saw Zayn who had nightmares to fear when meeting strangers.

Nara is sure, Zayn has many problems of his own.

"May God present me here as a friend to her and a friend to her?" think Nara.

"And Zayn and Mommy Fey are destined to fill the void?" thought again.

Nara smiled at her smile, yes it might be true. In the past he only lived his life alone and impressed gray but since there is Zayn and also mommy,

Nara felt what color was in life, at least someone noticed it and there were also those that annoyed her.

"If it's like this, I have to do good to Zayn and mommy.."

"Zayn, I'll help you. I'll help you heal!" his determination.

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While in the upper apartment, Zayn was still in the bathroom. He was standing under the air shower.

Germs, germs and germs..

"Soap.." he muttered.

Zayn took the soap and rubbed it all over his tub for the third time, enjoying a shower of water while cooling his head.

"Well.."

Zayn kissed his own body, "I'm already fragrant right? it clean?" muttered.

Zayn shook his head as he recalled the grandfathers who had coughed in front of him.

"One more time" he said and again rubbed soap on his body.

After bathing and changing clothes, Zayn walked out of his room to the kitchen with his hair still wet.

He opened the refrigerator door and poured a glass of milk into the glass after which Zayn also took a snack.

Zayn no longer craves to eat.

Zayn walked into the television room, sat down on a soft sofa while watching tv until he was sleepy.

And as soon as the milk ran out, Zayn turned off the television and washed the glasses and dusted the kitchen.

"Ah, I'm sleepy." he murmured.

Zayn immediately walked again to his room, this wide apartment made him tired of walking.

Brucks

Zayn dropped his body on the bed and breathed a sigh of relief.

"It's so safe." he muttered before he finally entered into his own dreamland.

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"Zay!!" call a girl while touching Zayn's hand.

Zayn immediately brushed it off and ran to the school bathroom, standing in front of the sink and washing his own hands, rubbing them clean.

"Curtain!"

Zayn stared at the door, apparently his classmate was standing there and looked at him in disgust.

Am I disgusting? zayn asked at that time and increasingly washed his hands tightly until his skin turned red.

"Do you think you're that clean you don't want to be touched by us?" ask one of the men.

Zayn did not answer him, his focus was still on his own hands.

Germs, germs, germs...

I need to be clean of germs..

"You don't even want me to touch! you used to play with me! do you feel like a god now?" ask the girl who was upset.

"You're disgusting Zayn, you're pissing me off!!!" his screech made Zayn stop washing his own hands.

The girl seemed to take a deep breath, she was annoyed with Zayn but she also did not understand what problems Zayn was facing.

"If we hadn't been friends before, I might have spit on your face!" said the girl and left.

Zayn held the edge of the sink with trembling hands and a lowered face, his classmate who was standing in front of the bathroom laughed loudly and left afterwards.

"Zay!"

Zayn turned his back, a man he knew as his friend playing ball in the middle standing behind him.

The bathroom door was also closed.

"What's wrong?" ask Zayn.

"I want to make his wish come true, spit on your face!" he said while smiling sideways.

Hmh!

"Well! huh!!"

Zayn immediately sat in his bed with sweat flooding his own forehead.

Just dreaming..