The Mafia's Prison of Love

Part 107's

A black luxury car drove at a speed splitting the capital's streets that afternoon. There was silence in the car driven by Zian. Since then Naya still scowled because she was upset with her husband.

How not, Zian really pissed him off by looking for reasons not to visit his old house. In fact, there was a drama pretending to be sick that ended shamefully, done by Zian.

"Don...!" call Zian to soften his voice.

"Hmmm..." Naya simply replied with deheman making Zian become riled up. In fact, so upset, Naya shifted her seat to the end, so Zian had difficulty reaching her.

Zian let out a long sigh, then pulled over his car. For some reason persuading the wife who is sulking is the most difficult job in the world.

"Darling....!" Once again Zian tried calling, this time by publishing his charming smile.

"Well, let's go home to our old house!"

Naya's face immediately sparkled hearing the husband's words. "You're serious?"

"Yes, Honey. But there's a condition."

"What?" Naya fieryly asked because she was too happy to hear Zian's words.

"Don't shut me up!" he asked with a clear face, "please, I really cannot be left like this. You think I'm a fermented material that needs to be kept quiet!"

Naya frowned at Zian's words, "Fermentation? What's the connection," murmured Naya.

"Fermentation is silenced means." said Zian later.

It's up to you. No one can dispute your strange thoughts.

"You used to shut me down for a year. Have I ever protested?" naya said unconsciously. And, the speech that escaped without the element of intent, made Zian's face suddenly sad.

Whenever he remembered his treatment of Naya in the past, Zian would be completely imprisoned in his sense of regret. That's what made it so hard to bring Naya back to the house again. Because it will remind him of the suffering he gave to his wife who was struggling with death at that time.

Naya noticed her husband's sad face, and then realized his words. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to offend you."

Zian regained consciousness from his daydream, then reached out and stroked Naya's face which now looked even more stocky.

"Why apologize? I'm the one who should be apologizing." Zian said regretfully.

"Alright, make amends for your mistakes. Let's make good memories in that house together!"

"All right."

Zian drove back to his old, very simple house. The house where he spent a year torturing Naya.

With a sparkling face, Naya entered the house she missed so much. His eyes went around researching every part of the house.

"I think his house will be dirty and full of dust. But it turns out this house is very well maintained. Who cleaned it?"

"I ask people to clean it every day" Zian said with his wife's long hair.

Naya then turned around and immediately hugged Zian with her pot. Something he used to want to do, however, Zian continued to ignore him, let alone hug, staring at Zian's flat face had made his guts shrink.

Without warning, Zian immediately carried Naya, made the girl flutter, then took her into the room.

"Down me!" pinta Naya shaking her legs.

Zian laid Naya on the bed and lay there. A soft caress landed on the girl's face.

"You remember, you used to sneak into this room through the window and sleep next to me."

"I'm sorry! You're right, we're gonna make new memories in this house!" zian said while landing a kiss on the forehead, eyes, and other parts of the face did not escape the kiss.

Zian then hugged the wife's body tightly. "Darling, I'm really sorry for what I did to you during that year. Maybe, until any moment I will never be able to forgive myself. In this house, I gave you a cramped, stuffy room that was not habitable, a shabby folding mattress. You even slept without a pillow and blanket.

I was so willing to give you a little money in the hope that you wouldn't stand me. And I scolded you when you spent that money, so you were so afraid to use the money I gave you, and chose to work as a servant.

You hid your pain from me for fear that I would kick you out. And for all that, you never even complained about what I did to you. How can you have a heart like that? And how can I forgive myself? You keep showering me with your love, but what do I do to get back at it?"

A torrent of tears streaming down Zian's face seemed to be proof of how regretful it was as if it was able to kill him. No words could describe how deeply she felt guilty about the woman she loved so much.

"I was so greedy looking for Kia, and wanted to have her until I hurt you. Without me realizing that you and Kia are the same person."

Naya cupped Zian's face with her palm, publishing her beautiful smile that was so sincere. "I love you so much!"

Zian was increasingly unable to stem his tears of regret. She hugged Naya's body tightly. Convince himself that Naya is his. And made a promise to herself, that the rest of her life would be spent on guarding and protecting Naya. Any way.

"I'm sorry!" his whisper accompanied by a drift.

"Will you promise me one thing?"

Zian nodded slowly, caressing Naya's face. "Whatever's for you!"

"Please promise, you'll never leave me again. You left me for a month without giving me any news. You don't know, do you? I feel like I'm going to die holding my miss. You're not gonna repeat that again, are you? You'll be with me forever, right?"

"I promise," said Zian, then gave a kiss on the lips. A moment later they hugged tightly and for a long time. A hug capable of flowing a deep love between the two.

Zian shifted his position, so that his face was now above Naya's face, he rested on both hands so as not to overlap the wife in the abdomen.

"I love you so much" whispered Zian affectionately.

And that night they spent sharing warmth. Zian poured out all his love with tenderness.

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Morning's approaching. Sayup-sayup heard the sound of birds chirping with each other. Naya opened her eyes slowly. Smile also expands at the corner of his lips when looking at the face of Zian who is still so sound in his sleep.

"Good morning, honey!" whisper, then give a kiss on the forehead before finally getting out of bed.

Naya also started her activities in the house, as she used to do.

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Zian was still coiled under the covers. The man wriggled softly, then groped the spot beside him, hoping that Naya was still lying beside him.

Empty, there was no figure that he always hugged every morning.

"Naya.." call Zian in a hoarse voice.

He then got up from the bed, then came out of the room, still in a sleepy state. Faintly, Zian could hear the sound of cooking utensils clashing against each other from the direction of the kitchen.

With a gontai move, Zian headed for the kitchen and found Naya busy cooking.

"Honey.." call Zian by hugging from behind.

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