Unanimous

SEASON II: EPS 30

Suddenly his hand was amused to feel the fingers moving slowly, Zayn stopped reading and made sure that what he had felt was Wiya's fingers returning his grasp.

"Mas." called Wiya softly while opening her eyes. "Mas, I haven't prayed yet" he said in a semi-conscious state adjusting the light his pupils were able to catch.

"Wiya...darling? slept already? you're awake? you're really up, try calling me again!" zayn said full of day and thanksgiving.

"Mas," tried to move his body to wake up."It hurts, it hurts.." ringisnya.

"Honey wait a minute, I'll call the doctor. In a moment, you don't move much first" Zayn rubbed gently and kissed the head of his wife and put a little hair out of the gap of Wiya's hijab.

Shortly after, the guard doctor came in and checked Wiya's condition. Provide a little therapy by trying to move certain body parts.

"Alhamdulilah, nothing serious sir. Scratch wounds on the face of Ms. Wiya also just waiting to heal," said the doctor.

The guard doctor passed from Wiya's room. Zayn helps Wiya to be able to sit leaning against the iron bed. Then he stared fixedly at the pitch black bead belonging to his beloved wife. Wiya's face was still pale, Zayn also felt sore to see the wounds that were still wet on his wife's cheeks.

No matter how many seconds, Zayn sank into the warmth of the gaze that he so longed for.No matter how many injuries physically injured Wiya, in the eyes of Zayn his wife's beauty remains the most perfect.

Wiya also chose to settle under the shade of light that radiates from the eyes that look at him full of longing. He had not fully returned the piece of memory. Instantly the pain felt numb, as Zayn's warm breath blew ever closer.

"I miss," said Zayn, stealing a kiss on his wife's pale lips. No doubt Zayn's mouth was hit by tears flowing from Wiya's cheeks. But he did not release those moist lips at all.

"Mas, sorry.sorry me. That photo, eumhh..."

Zayn immediately silenced Wiya's mouth with the ****** soft as if he did not allow his wife to speak anything.

"Let me finish first, baby!" he said he continued what he wanted to do. He is even more washed away, with Zayn carefully holding the back of Wiya's neck so that his wife can not avoid, as long as his tongue is played demanding his wife to give a reply.

"Mashh.." wiya stifled. If left unchecked her husband will soon forget the memory that they are now in a cramped village health care room. Never mind soundproof, window curtains are not there.

"Oh my mas is sick," ringis Wiya pretended. Successfully, she managed to stop her husband's actions.

"Gosh, baby. Sorry.sorry Wiy, which one hurts baby?" busy looking for which part he was holding too hard. He had rubbed with the finger of his wife's lips that were wet because of his actions.

"Huuum" murmured Wiya. Her husband is very unreasonable if it is related to that. "I want to pray isya mas, soon after dawn I will miss," he asked.

"I forgot, let me help you fight!"

Zayn patiently helped the holy Wiya to perform the isha prayer and fed him. After that they both pray at dawn and both rest spend a little dark that still settles.

***

All the faces of the volunteers looked tense hearing the strict reduction from Ditya. The program is running as it should. Those who leave today will continue to carry out the agreed tasks.

"Except Vela!" emphatically. "Windy, you replaced Vela today" he said.

"I? Why me? You can't change your schedule like that!" vela protest.

Ditya did not answer. His gaze did not want to look towards Vela either. His chest was very rumbling and wanted to immediately demand an explanation from Vela.

"Okay, all our morning briefings. Besides Vela, everyone is allowed to go straight to duty after the closing prayer."

One by one the members left the camp, getting ready to return to duty. As per Ditya's instructions, Vela still in her place put on a face of annoyance at the decision of the community chairman.

"I don't like to talk! If you can't explain what's really going on, with a heavy heart of yours I'll take this and this community out!" said Ditya without even looking at Vela's face.

"What do you mean doctor Ditya?"

"You're behind all this!"

"What events? Wiya's accident?"

"I told you not to mince words!" ditya said a little high. This time he forced his face to stare intently at Vela's eyes.

"The incident that Wiya experienced was a pure accident, do you think I sabotaged the ship until it sank?"

"Curtain! You hid behind the storm that hit the ship that night. Tell me about Wiya's cell phone you found in the room,"

"I don't want to interfere in your personal affairs, but the safety of all volunteers is my responsibility as the head of this team,"

"You only pay attention to Wiya, doctor Ditya!" yelled Vela who made Ditya frown in confusion. "Only Wiya you notice is not me! I just look like a bug in your eyes!" he said with full emotion.

"You're saying this is my personal business? you think I did this to get rid of Wiya by plotting this misunderstanding? Then how is it different from you? You follow Wiya everywhere, you're on Wiya's side at every turn, you take care of her so well, you're afraid I'll touch her even with a fingernail? Isn't that right?"

"But you forgot, just the way you're keeping it is a time bomb that will scorch you both!" he said it again with great courage.

He was surprised by Vela's words. All this time he always tried to be near Wiya not just want to be close to Wiya in another sense. Nothing too special.

"Stop talking in vain!" snapped Ditya grabbed Vela's hand that was about to come out of the room. "I was near Wiya, not just because I wanted to be with her. Hey are you crazy? She's married!"

"Then what if she's married? You put your heart on her, didn't you?"

"Enough Vela! Take care of your mouth," cried Ditya who managed to silence Vela's mouth. Just this time he saw a gentle Ditya in an emotional state.

"Being near Wiya is how I look after you!"

"Omong empty!" answer Vela.

"It's up to you to believe it or not. Since you knew Wiya would come with us, since then I can see your dislike for Wiya, even though I know what the problem is, and what the problem is, I don't want to talk about it here because it doesn't deserve to be revealed. I still believe, you're the Vela I used to know. Not the Vela..." Ditya hung his sentence.

"The cheap vela? da? Vela who took people's husbands?" keep Vela.

"Ravela Gisha, Shut up!!" snapped at it."I'm ashamed to say that myself, how can you be proud?"

"I made sure Wiya was safe under my watch, I warned you. Once again I say, I was near Wiya to look after you. Keep from actions that ruin your good name. I want to keep from your intentions that will ruin your life, why did you never listen to me before? I'm keeping you from your own weakness!" terang Ditya at length hoped that Vela could digest her sentence with a clear mind.

"You must be asking, why am I not around you? I know you're tough, you're strong Vela. You are reliable and agile. You're trained! Besides you always say you don't need a man like me for your life?" ditya again.

"I don't know!"

"Yes, now that I don't know what happened to you either, you're not my Vela!"

"What's? Vela who? Your vela?"

"Forget it, I've been looking after you my way. Not only did you destroy my hopes, but you made a mess and as you did, Wiya almost lost her life" said Ditya leaning his hand on the window sill. His heart was more chaotic than the cargo of ships scattered in the ocean.

"Now I'm leaving you, Mr. Zayn is more entitled to punish you!" he said bitter and ashamed.

"Ditya," Vela warmly approached Ditya and held Ditya's arm in hope of mercy. "I won't run, I'll face it all. Though Wiya asked her husband to drown me in the ocean,"

"Yes and her husband will make sure there's a shark waiting for you downstairs!"

"No problem! Just so you'll forgive me,"

"Currently, what is the importance of my apologies? Now you're ready to face Mr. Zayn and his family. I don't want to get involved any further."

Then Ditya left Vela who was so surprised by Ditya's words. All this time he ignored Ditya for expecting Zayn. Once again he felt that he had been enslaved by the ambitions and desires of his own heart. Is there any point in expressing regret?

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