The Diary Of Zara

Tightness

After meeting the lilies at his school zara returned to the office, because the break was not yet over, his study room was still quiet. Zara was surprised to see a cup of tiramisu available on her desk, thinking that the drink must have been from kenzo.

From a distance Aroy noticed zara's facial expression, seeing her forced smile, Arroy let out a sigh, thinking that maybe zara knew the iced coffee was not from kenzo, zara was not so happy. Arroy who initially intended to approach Zara also abandoned his intentions and returned to his room. Arroy tells Kimmy to return to his hotel.

In the afternoon, Zara came home after finishing work. I don't know how many taxis passed in front of Zara, but none of them stopped. Zara hopes to meet Kenzo before she gets home, at least she wants to thank him for the coffee he received last afternoon.

Unfortunately until the sun almost sank kenzo never seen, zara was tired of waiting in front of the office for hours, he decided to go home. With slow footsteps zara walked towards the stop, in her footsteps she continued to look back, zara still hoped to meet with kenzo, but until the bus came kenzo did not also show the trunk of his nose.

Arriving at home zara cleaned herself as usual, she checked her phone while lying on the bed, zara was a little disappointed because there was not a single message on her phone. Zara opened the chat and wanted to send a message to Kenzo to thank him, but he always deleted the message he had typed.

Zara undoes her intention and puts the phone on the desk, she accidentally sees the reflection of the picture in the mirror, the red mark on her neck is still not lost. Zara got up and looked for the ointment that arroy gave her, zara's anxiety returned when she applied the ointment.

‘ what if arroy knew this was a Kenzo kiss, what he would do, I'm afraid father and mother will be hurt because of this problem’ zara murmured in heart

Zara thought of a way to make Arroy happy, she went to the kitchen and made dinner. Zara looking for recipes on the internet, although it has followed the tutorial vidio zara still can not make delicious food, almost all the cuisine is burnt and some of the taste is not good, but it does not taste good, in desperation he cried while sitting curled up on the floor.

The sound of crying was heard by the newly arrived arroy, he looked for zara while screaming in panic. Zara who heard arroy shout calling out his name rushed over. In the arms of arroy zara whined because all his cooking failed miserably. Arroy chuckled at Zara's childlike attitude.

“ You just sit quietly, let me make dinner, what do you want to eat?” said arroy

“As far as you go” replied zara

Arroy asks Zara to eat while he will shower and change, but until the food becomes cold Arroy does not return, Zara goes to call him.

And it turns out Arroy is still in the bathroom. Arroy's cell phone rang to stop Zara from leaving, zara stared at the bathroom door but Arroy did not come out, she stared at the phone that kept ringing and then picked it up, the phone screen showed a call from kimmy, with doubt Zara picked up the phone.

“Arroy where are you? So no hell, my doctor is waiting, if you don't come in 5 minutes I don't want to talk to you” Kimmy said non-stop in her phone call

Arroy patted zara on the shoulder and asked who was calling. Zara honestly told arroy while returning his phone.

“patience for a moment, I'm changing clothes” said arroy then ended his call

“Ra I'll go to see kimmy and his doctor, you want to come?” Arroy was asked

Zara just shook her head while forcing her smile, she returned to the kitchen for dinner. Arroy left but only his voice was so loud, he was in such a hurry that he did not even have time to come face to face with Zara.

Zara's tears dripped unbearably, zara ate as she wept lamenting her fate, remembering the husband impregnating another woman. Zara had forgotten about it because she was constantly busy with work, and when she remembered it she again felt tightness in her chest.

Sometimes a few words remind us of painful memories we've forgotten...