The Love Of Aurora

The Part 150

Zayn walked gontai towards his room. His mind was heading everywhere, but he was still trying to stay calm. The man looked lethargic when he found that his wife was not in his room, he might be in Ziyyan's room, so he went to Ziyyan's room.

Opening the brown door handle slowly, apparently Ara also slept with Ziyyan, while holding a book of fairy tale collections on her chest.

Slowly Zayn stepped closer towards the mattress depicting Spiderman, Ziyyan's idol superhero character. The man only looked at two people who had been a priority of his life, without wanting to disturb the peace of their sleep.

Those heavy breaths occasionally just popped out from his breathing cavity. A little bit of tightness that clogs his breathing.

Brak!

The slightly thick book suddenly slipped out of Ara's arms and just looked up on the floor, making Zayn a little jump in shock and of course Ara woke up accidentally.

"Honey," said Ara, sit up and blink her eyes which are still very sleepy.

Zayn just smiled faintly.

"I'm sorry, I fell asleep here."

"No papa." this time Zayn was sitting on the bed.

For a moment the man stared fixedly at his wife, of course with a mind that had raged incoherently.

"What's wrong, Mom, how come it looks like that?"

"What are you sleeping in our room here for?" Although there was actually something that he wanted to ask his wife, but he put it away. Staring at Ara's tired face made her unable to invite him to have a serious chat tonight.

Ara glanced at Ziyyan who had fallen asleep very fast, then she fixed the blanket on Ziyyan's body.

"Sleep in the room" he said later. But this time his hands stretched out to Zayn.

Zayn stared not understanding Ara's treatment which at times turned spoiled. He could only smile in response, rather than as yesterday bothered by the behavior of Ara who suddenly avoided him while sweating.

"Loof." Ara was still whining while tugging at Zayn's shirt.

"Duh, spoiled my wife."

Then Zayn lifted Ara's body, carrying like a bridalstyle, stepped out into his room.

Ara draped her hands around Zayn's neck, leaning her head against her chest, inhaling deeply the scent of the distinctive perfume her husband wore.

For some reason even though Ara had behaved like that, at all tonight Zayn was not tempted to serve his wife. His troubled mind made him often stunned by himself.

"Honey," said Ara, stroking the spoiled chest of Zayn's field.

"Hem," Zayn said without passion.

"Is there anything you're thinking?" Highlight those different eyes that made Ara feel was wast alone.

"Ah, no." Zayn laid Ara's body in her bed so quietly.

"You go to sleep" he said later, after being content to look closely at his wife.

Ara grabbed Zayn's hand, as soon as her husband wanted to get out of place.

Zayn only responded with a small smile, one of his outstretched hands rubbed the tops of his wife's head, then left a trace of affection on his forehead.

"Does this have anything to do with what you're talking about, papi?" Ara was certainly very curious about what was behind her husband's cold aura.

"none. Go sleep. Tomorrow morning I have to meet with an important client." Zayn fixed the blanket on Ara's body, but his wife immediately pulled Zayn's arm and gave him a warm kiss on her husband's lips.

For a moment they exchanged salivae, buying favors on the sense of taste. And immediately stop it when the same needs oxygen intake to breathe.

"Good night, my dear" said Ara, smiling as she looked at Zayn.

"Good night, my wife." Zayn shuffled gently on Ara's head, not at all tempted despite having been lured with a mischievous kiss from his wife.

Then Zayn circled the large bed and immediately occupied his lying place. Ara immediately hugged Zayn's body, as soon as the man was already stretched beside her.

The soft swipe that landed on Ara's back, made the woman fall asleep immediately back. Turning around with Zayn, the man was again pensive with all his increasingly unsettled thoughts.

He thought of a white flat object that he had kept on his pants. Staring closely at the object showing the results of two red lines. He should be very happy to find out the fact that Ara is pregnant. But after remembering that the object was found in the garbage by Inah, making him restless again. The feeling of Ara who did not want the presence of the fetus was certainly disturbing the peace of his soul. Because if Ara feels happy or accepts it, it is impossible for this testpack to be thrown into the trash. Luckily it was still discovered by Inah, and the ART gave it to Zayn.

"What's wrong with you, Ra?" muttered, while slowly taking off Ara's hand that was coiled around her waist, then went down from the bed to the balcony, the most comfortable place to contemplate while staring at the black sky decorated with stars blinking.

The cold air was not an obstacle for Zayn to stay there. Before he asked Ara for his discovery, he was certainly not calm.

He took a cigarette from his pack that he had brought from inside the room. Burn the tip of the cigarette, then after that sip the favor of each sip of the cigarette. That's how Zayn is, that man will always be like that every time a lot of things are thought out.

Cigarette smoke that flew in the air that night reached the sense of smell of Ara, so that made the woman woke up because she was a little disturbed by the smell of the cigarette, even though the distance of the balcony of the room with his bed is quite far.

"Why hasn't he slept? There must be something he's thinking?" Ara asked herself in her heart.

"Grandfather...."

Instantly his stomach churned again, suddenly hating the smell of cigarette smoke.

Ara immediately looked for the mask in her bedside nightstand drawer, dabbing it with a little therapeutic scent oil before finally putting on the mask. And then go back to sleep again after feeling calm inhaling the scent of lavender from the aroma of therapy.

Zayn finished his cigarette after nearly spending three cigarettes he had smoked. If tomorrow there is no important meeting, maybe he is still at home to stay up alone.

Her footsteps swung lethargic towards the bed, and were immediately startled when she found Ara sleeping in a mask covering her mouth and nose.

"Well, since when is he?"

Zayn stepped closer to Ara, looking at his wife's face lovingly.

"Faraway, Mas. You smell like cigarettes, I don't like." said Ara, still with her eyes closed tight, as the man was about to land a kiss on her cheek.

Zayn retreated his body, scratching his non-itchy nape. Of course, feeling anxious himself to find the cravings of Ara which is quite unique. Yesterday didn't like the smell of sweat, and then it's fine. Now the smell of cigarettes Ara did not like. Ah, if Ara wants to be frank if she is currently pregnant?

Huft...

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