The Love of Zarania
Section 122
Davi was opening the curtains when he heard the sound of the room door being opened, the man immediately threw a smile at the face of the wife with her hair that looked messy.
"Why not wake me up?" tanya Zara stepped heavily towards the husband and then hurriedly wrapped her hands around the waist of the man who had not slept all night because he kept thinking about what to do to his wife so that the woman he loved could come back like back then.
"I just woke up, too," davi said she lied but Zara could not believe her because she found her husband's hair that looked not too dry and the clothes her husband was wearing were different from the ones last night.
"Look, you've taken a shower!" exclaim Zara with a pursed mouth.
Davi sighed and stroked his wife's hair while tidying Zara's long hair with her fingers and said, "there's a phone so I have to get up, though I still want to sleep with my beautiful wife," said Davi staring into the woman who was staring at his face.
"Yes I want to take a shower first" said Zara finally let go of the waist of the husband and turned her back to the man who looked at him with affection even though his wife's attitude was often changing.
Really Davi must really strengthen himself, Zara who was so scared last night to cry to sleep and then this morning has returned to normal as if nothing had happened.
Davi squeezed his fist while looking at the back of his wife who walked away and disappeared behind the closed door.
The man who now wears a shirt and long black pants is sitting on the edge of the bed waiting for his wife who is still not finished bathing, from inside the bathroom there is still the sound of running water.
Clamps! the bathroom door finally opened, Zara came out with her hair rolled up with a white towel and her body wrapped in a knee-length towel which was also in matching colors.
She seemed a little surprised to find her husband sitting on the edge of the bed.
"Wait for me?" zara asked as she stepped closer to the man who was looking at her heartily.
Zara was a little suspicious of the husband's gaze that had never felt like this before.
"You wear clothes first," pinta Davi who was vehemently given a nod of the head by the wife.
Women have clean skin and go to the closet where they kept their clothes last night, choosing the clothes she will wear today with all the questions in her heart about what the husband wants to talk about.
"What are you talking about?" asked Zara when she was wearing a shirt but her hair was still in a towel.
"Sit here" said Davi patting the empty spot beside him.
Zara also according though from her movements showed thousands of questions what was with her husband to show a face that looks serious but with a sad eye.
Is there something wrong with him? Zara wondered in her heart with her husband's attitude.
Zara looked at the face of the man who was now very close to her, looking at the man's two beads while waiting for what to throw from the man's lips.
"Za," Davi's voice sounded so soft in Zara's ears, but Zara knew there was some anxiety stored behind it.
Zara did not answer, only showing her eyeballs as if answering her husband's call.
Davi clasped tightly to Zara's hand which felt very cold because it had just been dabbled with water.
Davi took his breath first before starting what he wanted to say.
"Do we need to consult?"
The question that Davi was asking quickly made Zara squeal, she felt very surprised and also did not understand what she had just heard.
Women seem to forget the incident last night where he who continued to be afraid even cried until falling asleep.
"meaning?" zara asked not to understand.
"We go to a Psychologist or a Psychiatrist" Davi replied.
And it was unexpected that after hearing what Davi said Zara stood up from her seat and looked at her with a pitiful look.
"I'm not crazy, my mind is fine!" said Zara.
Davi stood up and held the shoulders of the woman who stared in disbelief at him after what he said earlier.
"You're not crazy, Za, I also believe that you're okay." Davi's voice sounded really heavy.
"Then why do you want us to go to a place that I have never been to to meet people whose profession is facing people with disturbed minds?!" zara exclaimed with her eyes already condensed.
"That's not what I mean Za, is it!"
"Then what?!" Zara spoke so loud and fast.
Since hearing what her husband said just now her mind had become more chaotic, she thought that her husband had considered her a mad man, whereas he felt he had no problem.
"I just want you to be Zara like you used to be."
Zara frowned inexplicably at the words of this man in front of her.
"What is my attitude now? have I changed?" asked Zara who seemed unaware of what she was doing when she met another man other than the one she knew.
Davi closed his eyes while sighing.
"Say? what did I do that you wanted to take me to see a psychiatric therapist?!" zara exclaimed showing a streak of emotion on the face and eyes that are now flushed also with water droplets that are ready to flow on both cheeks.
Zara was very unacceptable even though Davi had tried to explain it carefully but the woman in front of him was even more hysterically screaming not to listen to him.
"I don't want to follow your will! I don't want to meet people I don't know! I don't want to!" zara exclaimed as she smacked the chest of her husband who could no longer say anything.
Davi finally hugged Zara's body and apologized to the woman who was now sobbing in his arms.
"I'm sorry."
"I'm not crazy Mas, please don't take me to see that person, I don't want to" Zara said with a groan that sounded so heartbreaking.
Davi nodded weakly while peeping at the top of Zara's head whose hair was still wet.
Indeed Davi could not if he had to force the woman he loved to follow his wishes even though the woman was not good, even though now he was increasingly convinced that the soul of his wife was not okay.
But he also did not have the heart if he had to force him to comply to follow what he said earlier, he did not want his wife to no longer trust him as she had shown when she met a man she did not know.
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