Talented Girl

Forgive me, please.

"Zyva, it's me dear." said Devan, who was increasingly upset to see Zyva not believing him.

"What's the evidence?" asked Zyva while looking intently at Devan.

Suddenly the door of Zyva's room was opened by Dena and hurriedly Dena closed her mouth.

"Ups, you've arrived here Devan" said Dena. "Alright, it looks like I've been bothering you both" said Dena, who again closed the door to Zyva's study.

But suddenly Dena opened it again. "Don't forget to lock the door!" dena said, then closed the door again. Devan locked the door to Zyva's room and now began to approach Zyva.

"Not believing it yet?" devan asked and now Zyva just lowered her head. His jutek attitude instantly vanished when he found out that the man in front of him was really Devan.

Devan grabbed Zyva by the shoulder and invited her to sit on the sofa. Slowly he held onto Zyva's chin and made Zyva's netra look at his net.

"I'm sorry baby, I'm guilty of making you like this" Devan said.

Zyva's eyes began to glaze over and a single tear directly soaked her cheeks. Quickly Devan wiped Zyva's tears and then held her very tightly.

"Don't cry, Zyva. I really can't watch you cry." said Devan, rubbing Zyva's back.

Zyva instead tried to release Devan's embrace and hit her chest tight. "You are evil, Devan." said Zyva in her sobs.

Devan now lets Zyva keep beating his chest, as Zyva's hand punch in his chest means nothing to him.

"Yes, I've been so mean, baby. Just hit it until your anger toward me is all over." said Devan.

Zyva stopped her punch and looked back at Netra Devan. "Why are you so mean to me?" ask Zyva.

"I'm sorry, honey. I'm guilty of all this" replied Devan, who again apologized to Zyva.

"I even feel like you're not my husband, Devan."

"I'll fix everything up to be Zyva's good husband."

"Ck, you know. Our marriage is like a monkey love story. When I was at the height of romance, you just left me."

"We're reworking everything from scratch, Zyva. I'll fix all my mistakes. We renew our marriage and similarly open a new page."

"I'm not sure I can handle it all" Zyva said, causing Devan to rub his face rough.

"Tell me what do I have to do to make up for everything?" ask Devan.

"Hasn't the husband and wife who were separated for 8 years without communication has fallen into divorce?" asked Zyva made Devan very surprised by what Zyva said.

"Zyva, you're the one who doesn't want to communicate with me and doesn't want to hear anything about me. I never meant to leave you alone, Zyva. Especially to say the word divorce." explains Devan who is still patient to face Zyva who he thinks is now like a child.

Zyva is silent now. It justifies what Devan says. He alone cut off communication against Devan just because of his anger.

Devan's hand extended back rubbing Zyva's head very gently. "I know you're so mad at me, baby. Please give me a chance to make up for everything. I'm sorry, Zyva."

Slowly Zyva nodded her head. This time he can't lie to his own feelings how much he misses Devan.

"I've forgiven everything" Zyva said.

"Thank you, baby" said Devan, who hugged Zyva tightly.

"Zyva." call Devan while letting go of his embrace.

Devan's hand moved to Zyva's lips making Zyva gulp her saliva rough. "You're getting pretty." praise Devan.

"Thank you for being faithful in waiting for my return" Devan said as he pressed his lips closer to Zyva's.

The rumbling in Zyva's chest had now started to be erratic especially when the faces of the two of them were barely spaced apart. Zyva was really very nervous as their lips were already about to touch.

"Gum!" Zyva also cleared her throat, making Devan slightly keep her face away from Zyva's face.

"Don't be nervous, honey. Just close your eyes and let me start." whispered Devan right in Zyva's ear.

Zyva also began to close her eyes making a smile engraved on Devan's lips.

Devan didn't want to waste this opportunity. Slowly he moved his lips back closer until he touched Zyva's lips. Devan does it very gently making Zyva give Devan room to do it more.

Now the two expressed their longing for each other, interlocked and coiled with each other until the sound of Zyva's stomach began to protest for not being fed.

Devan let go of his pagutan and smiled at Zyva who began to blush.

"It's getting sweeter." praise Devan. "We had lunch outside. There's a lot I want to tell you." Take Devan.

Zyva also checked the clock on the wall of his room turned out to show 1 pm. "We had lunch here. My work is still stacked." said Zyva.

"Do you want a dissertation?" devan and Zyva asked.

Devan ordered food for both of them. And without waiting for a long time the order for the two of them arrived. Devan enjoyed lunch while telling me that he has now become an Anesthesia Specialist at one of the Hospitals in the city. Devan also told how he was educated in London.

While Zyva quite listen to the story of Devan because he understands that Devan knows very well how the story about him through Dena.

"Next week, we're going to have our wedding reception delayed a long time" Devan said, leaving Zyva very surprised.

"Why so fast?" ask Zyva.

"That's the right time Zyva. I just want everyone to know that you're my wife." Devan replied.

After Zyva finished his lunch, he returned to struggling with his macbook. So did Devan who accompanied Zyva while making a patient report that he was handling.

Not felt, now time has shown the clock home school. Zyva decided to go home in time because today she will stay at Devan's house to talk about her wedding reception.