Single Heir Girl

Single Heir Girl
chapter 68



"i'm sorry" Zafa's pinta clasped his wife's hand on the bed.


"hiks.. hiks... hiks... you shouldn't have avoided me! I need you!" jira said crying.


"sssssuuuuttt..he I know I was wrong, I'm sorry baby, I should really be there for you" said Zafa rubbed Jira's tears."don't cry anymore".


Jira breathed out "are you okay?" tanya Jira was worried about checking the wound on her husband's head.


"i'm fine, just a small wound! but you're okay too, right?" ask Zafa back.


Jira nodded "i'm sorry" said Jira lirih.


"you are not wrong! this is all because I try to avoid you.and I should not have been carried away by lust. I promise in the future we will continue to try slowly anytime and anywhere.to make amends, and to make amends, I'll make you want my touch and forget the night" said Zafa gently tucking Jira's hair behind his ear.


"promise?"


"i promise you, baby! I will not avoid you anymore, I do not want you to continue in the shadow of the incident.I will help you to forget it" explained Zafa reassured Jira and hugged his wife.


"ekhem.. ekhem." Mama Fanya cleared her throat.


"mama brought warm tea for you both" Fanya said.


"thank you ma" pinta Zafa.


Fanya exhales rough "tomorrow morning mama follow ya nemani Jira therapy" pinta Fanya.


"may" replied Jira.


"yes, you guys take a break! think of the incident as a lesson for the two of you.do not regret it too long, but fix it for the future" advised mama Fanya. "mama also say yes to the room".


Jira and Zafa nodded "night ma" they said simultaneously.


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at 9 am Zafa, Jira and Mama Fanya are already at the doctor's precinct Miranda.


they are waiting to be called in.


"bu Jira and Mr. Zafa let's go in" asked doctor Sachi from behind the door.


"do you think the doctor is here?" jira asked astonished because Sachi did not usually help her therapy.


"please sit down" Sachi said again.


the two of them sat down opposite Miranda, the 45-year-old smiling at them.


"i've known about last night from Sachi, and I'm so sorry that you guys have lied to me about you guys trying" Miranda said straight to the point.


"sorry doc" lirih Jira bowed.


"for me it doesn't matter, but don't blame me if the mother's trauma can't be cured if you don't open up to me" Miranda replied firmly.


"i'm sorry doc! as a husband I couldn't help my wife in dealing with her trauma.I was just too scared to see my wife hysterically and I had to slap her for her to calm down" Zafa explained.


Miranda breathed in "according to Sachi's description I concluded that the therapy went well.A week ahead we will continue to do therapy, but the frequency of time is only 30 minutes. and after that I leave it up to you to try to get back home." Miranda explained.


"then?" ask Zafa.


"sir Zafa the healing of your wife is now in your hands.I hope you want to help your wife to forget the events of the night.help remind her subconscious that when you touch her body it is you her husband. can you?" miranda looked at Zafa closely.


Zafa nodded.


"if I get out of control again how do doc?" ask Jira to worry.


"the mother has done therapy, has learned to control emotions and thoughts.apply what we have taught. if you feel it starts to be difficult to breathe immediately stop and reset the mother's breathing. suggest that the one who touches the mother is the husband of the mother herself" explained Miranda.


"doctors prescribe medication just in case I get hysterical again" Pinta Jira said.


Miranda refused "no! you guys should try it right according to my directions!" miranda replied firmly and with a sharp look.


"we're right to the therapy" asked Dr. Sachi.


Jira was already sitting on the sofa to get ready for therapy this morning, this time therapy feels faster.mama Fanya also watched Jira while in therapy he also had time to ask Miranda doctor about Jira's condition. and Fanya feels grateful that her daughter-in-law taruma can heal as soon as possible if Zafa and Jira work together.


"mama went straight home, yes, mama had booked a taxi online" said Fanya when they left the practice of doctor Miranda.


"don't you see us?" ask Jira.


"kasian Zafa must be back and forth ngantar mama, continue between you.kan Zafa want to go to the office" explained Fanya. "that taxinya has come mama home ya!" the word Fanya hugged Jira and Zafa alternately.


"dada.." waved Jira as the car that her mother-in-law was driving left them.


"come on, get in the car" Zafa took his wife to the parking lot.


"i'm coming to the office" pinta Jira said as she sat on the steering wheel.


"can! we have lunch first. What do you want to eat?" ask Zafa behind the wheel.


"which is clear I want to eat rice. Hungry is very bad" said Jira stroked her stomach.


"ok, how about we eat at a padang restaurant?" bring Zafa.


Jira nodded quickly, and Zafa immediately drove his car towards one of the famous Padang restaurants.


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back from Zafa and Jira's lunch to ZF Corp's corporate building. Jira felt homesick with the atmosphere of the office that had been almost 3 months he had never been to.


"i'm the place where the kids design first, you go up first and then I follow up" Jira told Zafa as he was about to take the elevator.


"don't be long" Zafa's pinta pecked at the top of his wife's head, and in reply Jira kissed on Zafa's cheek.


until the 10th floor Jira stepped wide and excited to immediately meet with friends who have been missed so much.


"siang.". "sapa Jira immediately entered the room which in recent months he could keep.


"sister Jira" Lila


"miss Jira" Banyu


"Jira" Andika and Siska


they immediately approached Jira and hugged the friend and co-worker whom they missed so much.


"how's it going?" we are worried that you might know that you are traumatized" asked Siska.


"as you see! I'm fine" Jira smiled.


"sorry yes we did not come lo. because Mr. Zafa did not give permission" said Andika.


"it's okay.I'm sorry since I married we so rarely met.I'm sorry! my husband is just protective since I know I'm traumatized" Jira explained sitting at the round table where they used to discuss.