
Zia is now washing clothes by sitting in a small chair in the bathroom. Occasionally Zia straightened her body if she felt sore, then continued to rub the clothes again.
Zidan sighed looking at that, not unwilling to help. Zidan had offered to help, but Zia refused, but Zia kept quiet from returning to school.
Zidan had no idea what kept Zia silent, even as she asked, Zia did not answer him at all. Just watch it for a while and then leave. It was strange for pregnant women. Think Zidan.
Zia heaved a sigh of relief as she finally finished washing the insignificant clothes. Massage her waist for a while before doing the next activity. When he was about to lift a bucket of laundry to dry, Zidan quickly grabbed the bucket. Can harm the fetus in Zia's stomach if lifting heavy.
"Some, heavy." Zia did not have time to answer, Zidan had brought the laundry to the back of the house.
Zia followed Zidan, intending to hang up the clothes. However, Zidan looked at him fiercely, then moved his chin telling Zia to go back into the house. "Lake in!"
With a step that Zia stomped back into the house. Zidan who saw Zia's strange behavior was just a head bobble, as his hands were busy drying clothes on this day almost this afternoon. It's too late to sunbathe, but it's okay, at least there's still some sunlight.
Zia's strange behavior doesn't stop there. While singing in the cafe, Zia did not want to talk to Zidan. In fact, not willing to go together, Zia prefers to take public transportation rather than berbongconggan with Zidan.
Zidan who thought it was part of the pregnant mother's hormones could only let and watch over Zia continuously. Zidan runs his motor just behind the public transport Zia is riding.
Until after the cafe, Zia returned nauseous. Zidan wanted to help as usual, but Zia rejected him. Zia always got rid of Zidan's hand when it touched his nape or stomach.
Patiently, Zidan continued to try to persuade Zia. Even though Zia did not listen to what she said.
"Zi, why the hell? If I'm wrong, by the way! Don't cuddle me keep rich gini. Dosa Zi, diemin husband," said Zidan firmly. He doesn't care about hormones or anything. It felt like there was something lacking as Zia continued to inhabit him.
Zidan held onto both of Zia's shoulders. Zia only lowered her head, other than being still nauseous, she was also afraid of Zidan's tone. Although not snapping, the firm voice was the first time Zia heard from Zidan's mouth.
"Zia, answer me!" press Zidan. Zia cried instead, which made Zidan let go of Zia's shoulder and rubbed his face in frustration.
Zidan immediately calmed down his emotions, then pulled Zia's body into his arms. For the first time he hugged the woman who had become his wife. The hug felt comfortable for him. Zia's cry became more and more, Zidan was made even more confused by it.
"Sorry." I don't know why he apologized, but Zidan wanted to say that word. Zia returned her embrace, even Zidan felt his back being gripped by Zia.
"Tell me now, you why?" zidan asked gently, his hand rubbing behind Zia's head.
Zia raised her head, looking at Zidan who turned out to return her gaze. "Zijah... Hiks... Hiks.sama Zidan."
Zidan's brows furrowed, "Who wants to split?" confused Zidan while wiping the tears on Zia's cheek. Crying, her face is still cute.
Zia shook her head, "Zia can't help but Zidan. Zia couldn't, Zia didn't wantuu," whined Zia.
"Lo why the hell? Who said we wanted to split up?" astonished Zidan, Zia was more and more slack than before.
"Zidan wants to leave Zia alone here? Zidan did not kasian later who helped Zia, especially if this child was born, Zia could not.... Hicks." Zidan shook his head, increasingly not understanding what Zia meant.
"Huh? Ninggalin? how how's how? " asked Zidan who was replied by a nod by Zia, amidst her cries.
"The more I don't understand, Zi. Try to stop crying first, explained slowly," said Zidan. Zidan took off their arms and took Zia to sit on the edge of their mattress.
Zidan sat next to Zia. Waiting for a while for Zia's cry to subside.
"Zia doesn't want to split up with Zidan." Zidan nodded.
"Continue?"
"Ih! Zia doesn't want anything!"
"Who would want to split up? Do you want to split up?" zidan and Zia asked shaking their heads.
"Zidan will still love Ayra, Zidan will reciprocate with Ayra, continue to leave Zia here alone, Zia does not want," said Zia then back shed tears.
Zidan closed his eyes for a moment, he understood now. Zia was afraid she left because she said she still loved Ayra this afternoon. Padahalkan Zia herself who asked, even Zia was also overthinking.
"Zia, I won't leave you! Honestly, I still have the same feeling of Ayra, but that doesn't mean I'm going to leave you and go back to Ayra."
"Originally you know, since I shook hands with papa lo to say ijab kabul that day, I've established myself to keep together lo, same our children later too."
"The sacred promise is not just to your parents, but the covenant continues with God. Who do you think I'm rich working for now? I have sacrificed a lot of my life so that it can be the same, because I know, If I fail to be your husband, I sin. For Ayra's problem, I'm learning again, I'm trying to get rid of the feeling I made him." Zidan said it was really sincere from his heart.
Zia who felt moved immediately hugged Zidan. Zidan replied and they hugged in a sitting position.
"Zia has tried not to depend on Zidan. But only half a day did not feel able," Zia honest after taking off their embrace.
Zidan chuckled amusedly, so from this afternoon Zia tried to do everything without her help. Adorable.
"Don't be rich anymore?" Zia nodded.
"Smiling dong, today I have not seen your smile," teased Zidan, Zia immediately smiled shyly.
"Gue can ask for the same thing?" ask Zidan who is Zia's.
"Don't love be with me. Let my heart be completely empty. I don't want to be in my heartache, can I?"
"Why?" ask Zia.
"Gue doesn't want the mother of my children to be hurt."
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