Married to My Friend's Boyfriend

107. Ever

Zidan carried Zia's body out of Mr. Ervan's house, Zia immediately hid her face in Zidan's chest. He didn't want his friends to know he was crying.

"Don't get rich so his face will be a breath," said Zidan once he was on the road. Fear Zia difficult to breathe if continue to hide the face in a state of crying.

Zia turned her face, facing upwards. Making Zidan clearly see Zia's already flushed face.

"You need to walk" said Zia, making Zidan lower him slowly.

In silence, the wind blows. Zidan and Zia walked without anyone talking, face only facing the street. Zidan wouldn't ask here, it's better to wait until home.

Arriving in the room.

Zidan immediately hugged Zia's body, a cry that had been held back was now coming out of Zia's beautiful eyes.

"Why, hm?" ask Zidan gently. His hands continued to rub the wife's head.

Zia shook her head making Zidan not ask her any more. Choosing silence, later will also speak for itself. Zidan has broken that habit.

Five minutes. During that time Zidan and Zia embraced. Zia who was already feeling sore at her feet also broke the hug and sat on the edge of the mattress.

Zidan, still confused by Zia's behavior, followed her, sitting next to her.

He stared at Zia's face for a long time. Waiting for those sweet lips to speak immediately.

"Zidan muji Ayra continues." That was what Zia said and then returned to shed her tears, feeling increasingly claustrophobic as she said it directly.

Zidan squinted his eyes while his brain was spinning, so because of this his Zia was crying.

"the jealousy? Yes, I'm sorry for praising Ayra in front of you" Zidan said. Either Zia is too sensitive or even her insensitive self.

"She's a bit," honestly Zia pointed at her own chest.

Zidan nodded then rubbed Zia's chest. Zidan knew what he was doing now would have no effect because what made the claustrophobic was Zia's jealousy.

"Sorry, I'm so sorry. I'm not sensitive, I don't know if I said that I hurt you," said Zidan, as soon as Zia sleeps. His hand still continued to rub Zia's chest.

Zia did not reply, only silence could she do now. That strange feeling still stifled his chest.

"I'm not as rich as Ayra, I'm not as rich as Ayra, I'm not a fighting champion, I can't use weapons as well, I'm not as perfect as Ayra," Zia said.

Zidan. Before long Zidan shook his head, "But you are my wife, you are the mother of my son, you are my future, Zi."

Now Zia was struck by the words of Zidan.

"You're everything to me now and then. Ayra has never. It's just been everything and it's the past" said Zidan, who knows Zia's line of thought.

Zia turned to Zidan who was looking at her deeply.

"Don't want to be with someone else? You are the best version of me," said Zidan again make Zia squander into his arms.

"I'll be 'ever' you too?" asked Zia who muffled Zidan's chest.

Zidan shook his head, "No way. You're the last one" he whispered right in front of his wife's ear.

"How will I die?" tanya Zia took off her embrace.

"I'm probably crazy. I will not be able to take care of our child alone" replied Zidan. Never did he imagine how he would take care of their child without Zia, even if he tried to strengthen himself, his son would not be strong if his mother left him, and that would make him crazy.

"Don't be crazy, my son's papa is crazy," Zia said with her song.

"My mother's mother was crying" said Zidan back by wiping the tears on Zia's cheek.

"So still jealous?" ask Zidan again.

Zia's plain words made Zidan chuckle, "This is what I don't get from Ayra, you're innocent," Zidan said with an index finger touching the top of Zia's nose.

Zia held back her smile, Zidan always easily changed her ugly mood for the better.

"I'm sorry I took a lot of your nicotine" Zia said.

Zidan shook his head, "You know what? guys tuh prefer to be repotted the same girl he loves, if the girl is too independent and can do it all by herself, guys will feel not pantes and not useful."

"So did I. I'd rather you repotin than you're too independent" Zidan said honestly. In the past, when he was with Ayra, he was often insecure. Ayra is too independent, all she does alone until Zidan is confused about having to take on a role in which part. Maybe now Mr. Ervan is feeling it.

"His jealousy?" ask Zidan again.

"Now, don't know," replied Zia.

Zidan nodded, understanding that jealousy could arise at any time.

"Yes, I want to take a shower first, I have to go to the office" Zidan said, then kissed Zia on the forehead.

Zia nodded then noticed Zidan who was moving towards the bathroom. Zia has just fallen in love with Zidan for the first time, and may Zidan be her last person as well.

Instead of dissolving in her daydream, Zia with her hands propped up the bottom of her stand. Walk slowly towards the walk in closet to find Zidan's work suit.

"His son Zidan worked only a few hours, but his salary exceeded that of a day's work," Zia monologue as her hands sorted out the clothes she thought fit.

The position is not so high in the office, but Zidan's salary is high. Not because the owner is his own father. If Zidan protested, the answer would be just :

'That's all your monthly pocket money,'

It's always like that.

After finishing with Zidan's work clothes, Zia went downstairs. Check whether there are foods that Zidan can bring to be eaten at the office later.

Zia only glanced at the egg for a moment because she hated the egg. I don't know, maybe because of the nagging and Ayra earlier.

Because she is not good at cooking, Zia only fries sausages and nuggets.

Cheerfully, Zia arranged the results of her cooking in the supply place. Because of her good imagination, Zia prints rice with a mold of cat shape, then arranges nuggets and sausages as decorations.

Zidan who was finished preparing also looked at Zia in surprise from the direction of the stairs. His cute wife looked so serious with a box of supplies on the table.

"Why so?" ask Zidan when he gets to the dinner table.

Zia who was serious was surprised, "Hehe. again make bekel for you."

Zidan observed what the supply box contained on the table before it was closed by Zia, he smiled forcefully. It looks like for the provision of kindergarten children who are having trouble eating.

"Well, will it be eaten?" zia said while handing over the paperbag containing the supply box.

"Thank you." Zidan accepted, he would still eat later at the office. Of course by hiding so as not to be mocked by his coworkers. Especially until it was seen by his father, embarrassed.

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