The Mafia's Prison of Love

The Part 59

Zian chuckled cynically at Naya's words, "Talak? Why should I say talaq to you? I never considered you my wife. So I don't have to tell you the talaq..."

Like a lightning bolt in broad daylight, Naya trembled at her husband's words. His eyes that had been swollen from crying too much had to be filled with clear liquid again. However, Naya held him back with all her might and chose to cover him up with her smile.

Yeah, that's true... Why does Zianku have to say talaq to me? Zianku never thought of me as his wife.

"Well, I will always pray that you will find your happiness. Goodbye." said Naya with a trembling voice and left Zian who was still staring at the doorway of her room.

Naya returned to her room and laid her body on her mattress. It was in that room that Naya continued to cry, hoping that her tears would run out that night and dry up, so that the next day she would no longer have the power to cry.

Zianku, I really need you to hug me tonight. I'm really not strong anymore to hold on. I wanted to give up and release myself from the pain that would kill me this slowly.

While Zian in his room was contemplating his fate. Kia's loss really took her down. He contacted Anita and asked her again for information about Kia. After talking to Evan, he asks Anita and Dimas to find information about Kia. She wants to see for herself how Kia lives her days and does not want her Kia to live a life of deprivation. She wanted to make sure Kia lived well with her husband.

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Elsewhere, Doctor Fahri was in a dimly lit room. There was only one light that lit up to illuminate his eyes that were reading a book.

Doctor Fahri reads the diary he gave to Naya. He read the book sheet by sheet with tears. Not only did Naya write down any symptoms she experienced, but she also poured all of her feelings of love for Zian into the book. Fahri's doctor was focused on the name of a person he knew so well that was written in the book.

"Zian?" doctor Fahri murmured that was filled with questions in his mind. What Zian meant in the book was the same Zian.

"Stupid girl... Why are you so imprisoned by your love for someone who never wanted you?" murmured Doctor Fahri.

Fahri's doctor wiped his tears with a tissue, as the clap of a woman's hand on his shoulder blew his daydream.

"You okay?" ask the woman who is his wife.

"I'm fine, Elma." she replied. The woman sat down in front of her husband.

"Is that Naya's book?" elma asked as she looked at the book in her husband's hand.

"Yes, here's the note," she let out a long sigh, "You know Elma, she filled this book with her husband's name. My poor little girl, I really want to beat up that stupid man who became her husband. He didn't even realize that Naya was fighting her death" he said in a soft voice.

The woman then got up from her seat and hugged her husband. Fahri's doctor cried in the woman's arms, "Didn't Naya hide her pain from her husband?"

"Yes, Elma... He doesn't want to burden anyone. And i'm... I have failed! I lost, my little girl is dying and I can't do anything for her."

"You didn't fail, you did everything you could to keep Naya alive. If destiny wants something else for Naya, it's not your fault. Wouldn't he still be our beloved sister?"

Elma, is a surgeon. He was one of the doctors who operated on Naya when she was shot first. After that, she recommended Naya to be treated by Doctor Fahri. It was Nalah who brought the two men closer until they finally married and now have a daughter.

"I remember the first time he woke up from a coma for several weeks after the shooting. He did not complain of pain. I fell in love with the spirit of a 15-year-old little girl. I never even saw her cry" Elma said with teary eyes.

"Where is Naya now?"

"She's still at her husband's house tonight. He said he'd be out of that house in the morning,"

"Why don't we ask him to stay with us in this house. I'd be very happy if Naya was here with us. So we can take care of him together."

"I'll talk to him tomorrow, but I have to straighten out something that's bothering me first" Fahri said.

I have to make sure Zian who Naya wrote this book.

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The sun has already revealed its light illuminating nature. The chirping of birds seemed to welcome the warm morning sun. Naya is still asleep with her face down. She cried all night shedding her sorrow. Until dawn, he can only sleep after tired of crying for hours.

The time has shown at nine in the morning, but Naya has not yet awakened. He was still sleeping in a dream.

While Zian was still pondering in his room looking at the necklace bearing Kia's name. The shadow of a girl who was singing in a melodious voice came back ringing in her ears. His broken heart seemed untreatable to make him someone heartless. Kia was the reason why she left her black world.

Zian has a dream of starting everything from scratch with the girl who made him fall in love at that first sight. However, now he had to bury deeply in that dream.

Suddenly his phone rang out his daydream that morning. Anita's name appears on the phone screen. Zian immediately grabbed the flat object located on the table and immediately answered the call.

"What's up, Anita?" ask Zian.

"Boss, I found information about Kia!" anita said, Zian immediately rounded his eyes to hear Anita's words.

"really?"

"Yes, I'll be waiting for you at headquarters. Hurry on!" Zian immediately got up from his seat and quickly grabbed the key of the motor on the table and left the house.

Zian drove his motorbike at high speed to the headquarters of Kia Group. He did not care about the swearing of other riders he almost hit so he wanted to find Kia.

Naya had just woken up from her sleep. He went downstairs and entered a room he called his secret room. His eyes went around staring at every corner of the room that had been filled with paintings of Zian's face.

Naya then sat down on a chair and took a brush. He started to move his hands and finished his final painting.

His hopes, ambitions, love and dreams about the future that once perched in his heart he poured in his last painting.

I'm dead and I left all my memories in this room. All of this may mean nothing anymore. I will wait and wait when my time comes. Lord, if I may ask for anything, take care of my Zian wherever he may be.

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