PASUTRI (On Love & Happiness)

CHAPTER 164

After dinner, Faza resumed his work which remained a little longer. But before that Faza had already told Zahra to rest in their room.

About 30 minutes struggling with his laptop, Faza also followed Zahra to his room. But once inside the room Faza's view directly leads to a package of Santoso gifts for his wife. The package Santoso certainly thought would be received with pleasure by Zahra.

Faza sighed then approached the small table not far from the balcony door. Faza grabbed the package then led it to the sofa. Faza glanced at Zahra who had fallen asleep before Faza finally started to open the package empty-handed.

Faza shook his head when he saw the contents of the package. The contents are none other than a few pairs of baby clothes complete with matching shoes and hats. Among the folds of the shirt was even a piece of paper containing a message that Faza thought was quite romantic. It was clear that Santoso was still expecting Zahra.

“Zahra is only mine. No man should approach her.” Faza muttered while squeezing a small pink paper containing a romantic message for Zahra from Santoso.

Faza momentarily fell silent. Santoso used to always show dislike towards him in the light. In the past Faza did not care because Faza did not know that Santoso had a taste for his wife. Although he did feel strange several times with the attitude of his ex-wife's boss but Faza felt no need to bother about it. But now, Faza felt Santoso's attitude needed to be followed up. What else Santoso had dared to send something without his knowledge to Zahra.

Faza throws Santoso's gift to Zahra into the garbage can. Faza really felt he had to make it clear to Santoso that Zahra only belonged to him and no one should take him away from him.

After throwing away Santoso's gift, Faza immediately stepped onto the bed and climbed on top of it.

Faza stared at Zahra's deep face up close. Again Faza remembered the mistake that almost plunged him into action that would never be justified whatever his reasons were.

Faza was aware of his own mistakes. And suddenly Faza thought maybe what his wife felt was worse than what Faza was feeling after opening a Santoso gift package addressed to Zahra. Though Zahra was very honest and open, but Faza still felt he could not keep quiet. Faza is afraid that if Santoso continues to be sweet to Zahra, Zahra will be lulled. What else if Zahra knew what Faza had felt for Siska, surely Zahra would be very disappointed and did not hesitate to leave him and then go with Santoso.

Faza. The man shook his head slowly and then closed his eyes. His thinking was too bad on Zahra.

“Nno.. My wife is a loyal woman. He couldn't possibly want to be with Santoso.” Mumbled Faza in heart.

Not wanting to think too long which will definitely make Faza think worse of his own wife, Faza also chose to sleep because the night was also almost late.

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“Mas, you didn't leave for work?”

Zahra's question made Faza who was focusing on struggling with his laptop on the sofa immediately turned his head quickly. Somehow Faza felt like Zahra was kicking him out.

“What's really why? You don't like me at home?”

Zahra. The woman felt very unusual about the back questions her husband was asking.

“Loh coke..” Zahra swallowed his saliva. Even Faza's gaze was like one who was holding back anger.

“There is something wrong with my question mas?”

At once Faza was also conscious. His fears were too much about Zahra and Santoso. Though it was clear Zahra refused Santoso's gift and chose to be honest with him.

Faza got up from his seat, stepped closer to Zahra then kissed the woman long on the forehead.

Zahra really doesn't understand now. Her husband was very strange this morning.

“Today I work from home dear.” He said very softly and slowly.

Faza slightly looked down at the two eyes of Zahra who continued to look at him with confusion was also curious. Faza knew the meaning of that gaze. Of course because of his attitude.

“Sorry.. I'm just being a little dizzy.” Said again.

“Pusing why?” Zahra asked quietly and heartily.

Silent faza. Gently his big hand stroked the cheek of Chuby Zahra. Faza was not until the heart said everything now. Zahra would have been deeply hurt if she had been honest about everything that was currently haunting her heart. Between jealousy, fear, anger, and suspicion of being one. It made Faza's mind and heart start to unidirectional.

“It's okay.. No need to discuss.” Faza's smile tried to divert with full gentleness.

Zahra swallowed his saliva. The woman sighed trying to dispel her bad thoughts towards her husband's strange demeanor this morning.

“OK..” Nod Zahra said softly.

Faza then knelt in front of Zahra. The man stared affectionately at the large belly of Zahra where his future son was sitting with warmth in it. A faint throbbing felt in Faza's heart. Faza almost destroyed all the beauty he had knitted with Zahra for years. Fortunately God immediately realized him before Faza really fell into a sin that could destroy everything.

“Jagoan.. Today we go to the doctor well.”

Faza's words made Zahra grimace. Zahra had absolutely no recollection that today was the time to check on her pregnancy.

“We'll see you soon, baby.. We can play the same ball.. Bobo can be the same.. Eat the same.. I promise I won't be busy anymore.”

Zahra smiled hearing what Faza said. Since returning from America, Faza is no longer as busy as it used to be. And Zahra was happy about it. Faza had plenty of time to be with him.

“No feels yes.. My pregnancy is about to enter the 8th month. It feels very short.”

Faza looked up at Zahra. Time feels so short. But behind that short time, Faza had felt what it was like to wait for the time he dreamed so much to happen. Waiting for a time that has not yet materialized. One dream that Faza longed for, is to see Sinta embrace lovingly to his wife. Faza was really still waiting for that. Waiting patiently that Faza pendam himself.

“Yes.. I love you dear.” Lirih Faza's.

Zahra kept smiling looking down at her husband's handsome face right in front of her big belly.

“I am also mas.” The reply.