Let Time
The Part 22
Assalamu'alaic...
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Zara who never answered Arkan's question made Arkan decide to invite Zara to see the house first.
"Let's take a look" said Arkan, getting up from his seat and then walking up the stairs. And Zara followed behind him.
"It's the master room, the view to the front page straight away. This house has 6 bedrooms 4 on the 2nd floor and 2 more on the ground floor. On the 2nd floor there is my workspace as well I made a mini library because I know you really like to read and there is also a more private family room. Continuing on the 1st floor there is a living room, family room, dining room, kitchen, laundry room and guest bathroom" Arkan explained.
"This is what everyone bought the furniture for?" ask Zara. Not to blame Zara asked like that because this house already has some home furniture available.
"No, I asked my mother for help" replied Arkan.
"Mother?" zara said.
"Yes I do not know enough what your taste is, so some time ago I asked your mother to help me buy some home furniture to fill this house. Not all, I intentionally let you complete. To make this house according to your taste later." replied Arkan.
"Why should it be adapted to Zara's tastes?" ask Zara.
"Dumb question." replied Arkan.
"Zara asked seriously" said Zara.
"What do you think?" ask Arkan.
"If Zara had known, she wouldn't have asked" Zara replied. Arkan looked at Zara sharply, Arkan not sure if Zara did not know the reason.
Arkan, who had been sitting on the sofa room with Zara, now stood up and walked to the balcony.
"Zara's question hasn't been answered yet" said Zara, who apparently followed Arkan.
"I have to answer that too."
"Yes." Yeah."
"Because I want this house to be the most comfortable place for you. Because of the house where I came home so I want my reason to go home is comfortable to be where I go home" Arkan said.
Silent. Arkan and Zara were both silent. Zara did not not not understand what Arkan said but basically Zara was the overthink man she still thought why Arkan arrived to behave like this. Zara fears that Arkan's attitude will only be a curtain that covers what Arkan is hiding.
"I know you must be thinking about the reason I arrived to act like this right? You're thinking too much that you shouldn't think about Zara. And as a result of that thought of yours, you're always negatively thinking of me."
Arkan's words just now seemed to be very precise piercing in Zara's heart was indeed the fact that Zara was always prejudiced against Arkan, Zara was too afraid to trust Arkan fully. Zara is afraid of disappointment and Zara is afraid of being let down.
"I asked you again Zara. Do you mind if we stay here next week?" ask Arkan.
"Sorry to Zara... Zara's..."
"I know your answer. You still doubt? It's okay not to be forced. Now you know that I have prepared this house for us. You let me know when you're ready to stay here. Let's finish the furniture first. It's late in the afternoon we should go home" Arkan said walking away from Zara.
"Now the negative thinking is the same for Zara" said Zara in the same position.
"What do you mean?" ask Arkan.
"Honestly, Zara was still in doubt. Zara was afraid of disappointment. But Zara thanks for preparing so far. Zara is embarrassed, which Zara initially thought was the hardest mas to accept for this marriage but it turns out that the mas have done a lot and prepared everything for the future of this marriage. This time Zara admitted that Zara herself actually created a limit with mas" said Zara as she looked forward to the page. Arkan, who had been away from Zara, came back and stood behind Zara.
"I'm sorry Zara if the limits that Zara makes make us split and the gap that might later become an opportunity for the entry of the evil wind. Zara is just too scared, because basically our marriage is not from two people who love each other so there must be many reasons to leave while our reasons for settling are still not strong" said Zara. Zara really revealed what she was afraid of. Which caused him to always distrust and doubt Arkan.
Arkan smiled and finally Zara opened up with him. A progression, right? Indeed, Zara had been a good wife, Zara was devoted to Arkan's birth and bathin. But what Arkan feels that Zara did just limited to carrying out the obligations of the wife to the husband is not really from the heart.
Arkan drew closer to Zara being hugged by Arkan. Arkan felt Zara's body stiffen when he hugged her but a little later Arkan could feel that Zara's body was back to normal.
"Now our reason for staying is strong. Because here, there's a good reason for us to stay together" Arkan said, stroking Zara's flat stomach. Arkan turned Zara's body to face her. Arkan saw tears on Zara's face. Arkan wiped off the trail of tears with his thumb.
"Snorts" Arkan said as he lightly touched Zara's forehead.
"I'm ruining the moment" said Zara.
"Moment what the hell? So how are we gonna start living here next week?" ask Arkan.
"Yes." replied Zara slowly.
"Didn't I hear" said Arkan.
"Yes will, " replied Zara in a louder voice.
"Good then from tomorrow we can cicil buy home furniture yes. And it's also starting to take our stuff here" Arkan said.
"This is a real mas that designs everything?" ask Zara doubtfully.
"Do you doubt my abilities?"
"That's it but how can a cold and stiff man like mas can design a house as sweet as this" said Zara.
"You praised me?"
"not no. That Zara means..."
"Stt was silent. Because you have praised me. I have something for you" Arkan said as he pulled out a box from his suit pocket.
"What's this?" ask Zara when she receives the box.
"Open up. I have to open it too." replied Arkan. Zara shook her head and opened the box.
"Masya Allah. This is what I bought for Alisya kok but I love Zara." asked Zara.
"I deliberately bought it for you. His intention as my apology for making you misunderstand at that time. But unfortunately a meeting with Almira foiled my plans" Arkan said.
"So this is for Zara?" ask Zara to make sure.
"Yes." replied Arkan briefly.
"Pakein" said Zara, handing the necklace's box to Arkan.
"Wear it yourself."
"I'm using it, let's be romantic."
"Thank your veil." Arkan ordered.
"Judes really. No one will see here" said Zara.
"No going. Cepet lift" Arkan said firmly.
"It's getting rough" said Zara annoyed.
"So it's not used?" ask Arkan.
"Yes patient" said Zara as she lifted her long veil.
"Beautiful" Arkan said after putting the necklace around Zara's neck.
"Thank you." replied Zara.
"The necklace isn't your own" Arkan said flatly. Zara who was originally smiling became sullen.
"Mas really ruined the moment."
"What moment. Let's go home" Arkan said, drawing Zara's hand.
"So sweet talk. It's starting to become an ice cube again. The human base of the refrigerator." said Zara slowly.
"I heard it" Arkan said.
The next day after seeing their new home, Arkan immediately invited Zara to buy home supplies.
"What kind of home interior do you like?" ask Zara on the way.
"Why ask me?"
"Yes Zara also need to know, so that later when buying home appliances do not only suit Zara's taste. Later if all tastes Zara and mas do not like, even mas do not feel at home."
"Whatever the place is I'll go home when there are my children and my wife" Arkan said with a focused view to the streets. Zara turned her face away, she blushed. Didn't think the words would come out of Arkan's mouth.
"Zara likes the classic minimalist so, do you like it?" zara said reopening the conversation. Arkan nodded.
"Zara doesn't want many color combinations either. The desire is neutral so that it is easier to match the match."
"If the house is made a combination of white and pink how?" Arkan turned his head towards Zara at a glance. As if asking 'you're serious?'
"Haha, Zara was not joking. Just white, yes, we make the dominant white."
"Oh yes, yesterday I forgot that every room was not photographed first."
"For?"
"Work we buy goods, at least if there is a photo we can adjust the placement for sure."
"I memorize the floor plan per room."
"Huh? Seriously?"
"I design, I monitor my time-making process not memorized."
"I'm sorry Zara forgot that Arkan's father was a great architect."
"Who am I to you?"
"That's for Zara and Mas Arkan."
"That's all?" Zara was silent while thinking.
"Mas Arkan was a great Architect, famous then owner of a famous property company."
"Not that."
"Continue?"
"You turned out to be more insensitive than I was."
"Hm meaning?"
"I want you to answer. If I was your husband and you were proud to have a husband like me." said Arkan with his face flat and expressionless.
"Dih" Zara said as she turned her face away.
A month already Arkan and Zara are living in their home. Not only were the two of them also accompanied by an ART. In fact, Zara refused to have a domestic assistant. But as usual her authoritarian husband forced his will.
"Busy today?" ask Zara to Arkan who is getting ready for the office.
"I have a morning meeting. Why?" ask Arkan.
"Today is Zara's pregnancy check-up schedule" Zara said.
"But it's okay if you are busy later Zara to the hospital itself" said Zara.
"I remember. We'll go to the hospital later this afternoon. I've called his doctor. You are ready at home ba'da duhur later I pick you up." said Arkan. Zara nodded in understanding.
After finishing preparing, Arkan rushed to the office and as usual, Zara drove Arkan to the front of the house.
"I'm leaving" Arkan said as he extended his hand to Zara.
"Yes. Be careful" said Zara and kissed Arkan's hand and Arkan kissed Zara's forehead.
Since living in his own house, things like that are deliberately Arkan get used to initially when at home mama Zara always refused with a reason of shame. But now that Arkan leaves Zara with little reason, Arkan is also trying to erode the distance and stiffness that still exists between them.
As usual whenever Arkan kissed her Zara always felt embarrassed and her face immediately flushed red. Arkan is always worried about it.
"You and him are good at home. I'm goin. Assalamu'alaikum." said Arkan as he rubbed Zara's flat stomach.
"Yes. Wa'alaikumsamalam." replied Zara.
After Arkan goes to the office Zara returns with her routine as a housewife. Although there is already a bude but Zara never wants to just keep quiet there is always something Zara does. But please don't tell Arkan this. Because Arkan has often warned that Zara really rest on the grounds that the first trimester of pregnancy is still prone to miscarriage.
At 13:00 Zara was ready and she was waiting for Arkan to pick her up. Before long, the sound of car horns came from outside the yard. And then Zara's phone vibrated.
'Mrs. Cold.' Callings...
"......"
"Wa'alaikumsalam. Yes Zara is out. Assalamualaikum."
"......"
Apparently Mr. Zara's cold just tells her she's ahead and waiting outside the gate.
It was not until the half-hour trip that they reached the hospital. They went straight to the gynecologist.
"Assalamu'alaikum's chat. Good afternoon doc." said Arkan upon entering the doctor's office.
"Wa'alaikumsalam. Good afternoon please." said the doctor, allowing him to sit down.
"Where are there no complaints?" ask doctor.
"Alhamdulillah there is no doc." replied Zara.
"Alhamdulillah then. Let's just go straight to the examination room then." take the doctor.
They followed the doctor to the examination room.
"If you look at the age of the womb, God willing, we can hear his heartbeat now" said the doctor.
"Seriously doc."
"Yes 8 weeks. Let's try it first." said the doctor sabil preparing the device.
The first time they hear the heartbeat of their baby-to-be. Arkan and Zara just as well can't cover his happiness. If Zara just smiled with glassy eyes like the usually cold and always imposing man Arkan her will now look different with tears streaming down her cheeks.
After the examination ended, Zara returned to tidying up her clothes and got out of bed.
"Don't cry dong" said Zara, wiping Arkan's tears. Arkan reflexively hugs Zara then kisses her.
"People are ashamed of doctors" said Zara, with a reddened face.
"Eh sorry doctor" said Arkan looking nervous.
"Haha okay it's okay if I'm used to the romance of young couples" the doctor said as he walked back to the consultation room.
They followed the doctor to the consultation room.
"Okay so for the result anyway so far is fine. I just ordered Zara to eat nutritious food. Vegetables, fruits are also foods that contain a lot of protein. Same one more I suggest to drink pregnant milk."
"Well yes, doc, he likes to drink bad milk" replied Arkan.
"Yes how doc. Zara doesn't like milk very much. Moreover, pregnant milk is making enchantment according to Zara."
"That's especially for those who don't like milk. But it should be done at least 2 times a day. Now it has a lot of milk with a variety of flavors yes tingga tried aja which is the least make envy" said the doctor.
On the way home their faces were just as unable to hide the happiness they felt.
"Mas Zara asked permission to see Zara?"
"Who?"
"Nadias. He just got back from out of town. Zara hasn't seen him in a long time" Zara said.
"But I have to go to the office again" Arkan replied.
"Yes, it's okay. Get down Zara at the red light. The rest of Zara will take a taxi."
"You forgot my orders?" ask Arkan.
"Yes but mas. Zara hasn't seen him in a long time. No cape cape kok most just chat. Yes" said Zara persuaded Arkan.
"If you forget I remind you again. I'M NOT LETTING YOU GO WITHOUT ME" Arkan said with great emphasis. Zara was silent no longer refuting.
Arriving at Zara's house, he got out of the car without caring about Arkan.
"Religion" said Arkan muttering to himself.
After making sure Zara got into Arkan's house, she drove back to her car. Hearing the sound of a car speeding up Zara saw through the window if it was true that her husband was gone. After making sure Arkan had gone, Zara took her phone from the sling bag to order a taxi online.
Not far away Zara went mobile Zara vibrated.
'Mrs. Cold Calling's...'
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To be continued....
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