
Day after day passed and Vania still did not dare to say hello or just see Zeyn, she did not even dare to leave the house so as not to make Zeyn angry.
Vania was so scared after the incident the other day, her dream to work had to be buried deep.
As usual, Vania will make dinner for Zeyn, and in the morning when Vania wakes up, she finds food that does not diminish even in the slightest touch. Even so, Vania still makes breakfast for Zeyn, because Vania is afraid that if she does not do it will make Zeyn angry again.
During the day Zeyn went to work, met with his friends, came home late at night not drunk. Not talking to each other, no quarrel because after work Zeyn will lock himself in his study.
Today was different, Zeyn came home very quickly.
"Next week my dad and mom invite us to come to the party, so try to sleep well to make yourself look more excited because the dark circles in your eyes look so bad. I don't want anyone to see you with that look" Zeyn said, walking past Vania.
Vania was busy tidying up Zeyn's shoes, her eyes were suddenly round hearing the door open again. Vania looked up and saw Zeyn approaching her. 'Did something happen again? Is there something that makes him angry again? Is there something wrong in her room? His bed is a mess? Dirty carpet? What will he do to me again?' inner Vania guessed.
Vania steps back in fear that something bad will happen again, Vania sees Zeyn raising her hand and Vania spontaneously closes her eyes in fear that something will touch her cheek.
"It! take this," said Zeyn and Vania slowly opened her eyes. His net was fixed on Zeyn's face then turned to the hand holding a black card. Black Card's.
"Take and buy a dress for next week's party, a simple dress but still look beautiful and classy. Looking at your clothes, I thought I could trust you in this." Zeyn continued and grabbed Vania's wrist and placed the card in Vania's hand.
Just a second but Zeyn's touch on Vania's skin made her feel that something was rumbling inside her stomach, and with her leisure Zeyn returned to her room.
Vania blinked her eyes a few times to her surprise. "Is this real?"
***
On the other hand, Zeyn laid his body on the king-size mattress, his eyes busy looking at the ceiling of his room. "That's all I can do for you right now" Zeyn muttered
Zeyn is not as bad as you think and Zeyn is also very sorry for what he did to Vania. Zeyn hit Vania, hit a woman and that's true. Everything just happened because Zeyn was under the influence of alcohol and could not control himself.
But still, Zeyn wasn't supposed to do such a thing. His behavior does not reflect a man who is supposed to protect women especially Vania is his wife. Although not in the landasi love, but it is the same Zeyn hurt the physical and feelings of a woman.
Zeyn wanted to apologize but he didn't even know where to start. What's he supposed to do? What's he supposed to say? Zeyn doesn't know. So he decided not to do it and acted as if nothing had happened between them.
Not talking to each other made things more complicated and difficult, if Zeyn had the intention to apologize, he needed to find something first to start the conversation and that sentence he could not find.
If you think the word sorry is very simple to say, but why does it sound so difficult for a Zeynan Shadiq Daulyn.
***
Because of the role of the mother who educates and makes Vania know how to dress well and look elegant, initially Vania was confused to find what kind of dress because Zeyn did not tell the details of the event. She just says party, so Vania decides to buy a black dress.
But Vania hesitated to see the many choices of dresses that exist, but after wearing a knee-length dress in black. Vania was made to fall in love, because the dress design is simple but elegant if worn, plus white lace accents on the neck to the arms.
Once again Vania looked at her reflection in the mirror and then smiled. Vania followed Zeyn's advice for a good rest the last few days and sure enough, Vania's face looked brighter than usual. After putting on his makeup and the wavy long hair he let break down.
Vania came out of the room and saw Zeyn having trouble fitting buttons on his sleeve. Vania hesitates to offer Zeyn some help.
"Can I help you?" Vania asked feeling unsure of how to say it so as not to sound strange.
"No need! I can mount it myself," Zeyn replied coldly and flatly as usual. Just as he had said earlier, Zeyn managed to button up his shirt.
"Are you ready?" Zeyn asked in the middle of his activity wearing a tie.
"Hmmm," Vania muttered and nodded her head, although Zeyn did not see it as she did not stare at Vania.
Vania couldn't help but look at him. There was nothing special about what Zeyn wore, just a simple black suit and a white shirt and a black tie.
Her hair that she intentionally combed to the side and exposed her forehead. The only thing that Vania had thought of was how handsome a Zeyn was. His almost expressionless face and cold gaze only made him look more charismatic.
Zeyn looked up, for some reason Vania felt something strange. His cheeks were heating up and his heart was beating abnormally.
'What's wrong with me? Am I sick? Should I go to the doctor?' inner Vania felt ashamed of herself because of her stupid behavior.
"Let's go."
The atmosphere in the car no talk is created. Vania wanted to say something but there was no topic to discuss. When Vania tried to ask about where she was going, the car first stopped their sign had reached the destination.
It was really surprising when Zeyn got out and went around the car and opened the door for Vania. Vania sees Zeyn reaching out her hand to help her get out of the car. Vania hesitated but slowly accepted it with pleasure.
Vania and Zeyn walk into the hotel and into the ball room. Zeyn's eyes scoured for something and finally found Zeyn's parents waiting for his son and daughter-in-law. The next thing that happened was that Zeyn's hand held onto Vania's soft hand, something unprecedented.
Vania felt Zeyn's hands so gently holding tightly to her. Vania was again made to blush due to Zeyn's behavior and touch on her.