It Turns out There's Love
75 - GETTING CRAZY

Fariz's eyes continued to gaze unblinkingly at the photos plastered on the wall. His jaw firmly held back the pain that suddenly appeared in his heart. His face became moody looking at one by one photos of the wife who is friendly scenes with her ex-lover, making her want to vent anger right now. The whole feeling is stirred. Pain, disappointment, anger and even hurt fused in his heart.

Zafira saw a moody reaction on Fariz's face. The girl stepped closer to her husband and stood beside him.

"I'm sorry.., I haven't had time to take down these photos. Yesterday before and after the contract, my mind was very messed up. I don't think about these pictures. So I forgot to lower it," Zafira looked to the side watching the husband standing staring at the large frame that was plastered in front of her.

Zafira knew Fariz must have been very disappointed and hurt to see the photo of his ex-wife's lover still attached to the wall of the room. Which husband can accept this reality? Zafira could feel Fariz's current feelings. If he was in Fariz's position, he would feel the same way. His heart will certainly be hurt when he sees a picture of the husband with another girl still installed in the room.

Fariz did not answer. In order to relieve the pain in the heart, he threw away the face from the photos. Banging the gaze towards the window covered by the white curtain.

"Fariz, are you mad at me?" seeing Fariz's silent attitude, Zafira tried to ask.

The man still did not answer. It felt like he was eager to scold Zafira then take off the frame and destroy it. But he had no proper reason to scold the girl let alone to the point of taking a frontal action. Zafira has explained the reason why he has not taken down the photos yet. He said yesterday his mind was in such a mess that he forgot about the photo. But that reason did not necessarily cool the heart of Fariz who had already been burned with jealousy.

"I'm sorry, I completely forgot to ask Zafran for help to bring him down. I didn't mean to hurt you" Zafira said softly, feeling very guilty.

"Yes, it's okay," Fariz answered briefly with a nonchalant look, leaving Zafira, walking towards the bathroom door.

The man could not hide his disappointment at Zafira for still putting up a photo of her ex-lover in his room. Even though the girl said on the grounds of forgetting and her mind was in turmoil, Fariz still could not understand her. This incident still incised pain and disappointment in his heart.

Zafira quickly followed her husband's steps and confronted him right in front of the bathroom door. Now, the two stood facing each other and looked at each other. Zafira could clearly see Fariz's grim countenance and turned cold on him.

"I know, you're angry and disappointed in me. Once again I'm sorry.., this is all out of my consciousness. Please understand, I completely forgot.., Please stop being angry like this," said the girl expectantly, still with her guilt.

Zafira realized, this was all his fault. He should have taken the pictures down, before deciding to take Fariz to his house. But his brain was completely short and never conscious, if Ronald's picture was still attached to his room.

"I need your help. Wanna not help me?" continued the girl with a hopeful face.

"What help?," Fariz asked indifferently. Not even looking at his wife. He deliberately cast a glance to the right side deliberately avoiding the gaze of the girl.

"Please help me to lower that frame right now. I wanted to throw it out of my room" the girl explained her wish.

Fariz. The face that was looking gloomy and cold, within seconds crawling turned bright. The man's heart became overjoyed at the wife's request. The feeling of disappointment and pain that had infiltrated the heart slowly faded by itself. He did not expect, Zafira quickly took the decision to immediately take down the photos of her ex-lover from the room wall. Previously he had time to assume, the wife still takes longer to think of lowering the frame that displays himself with the lover. Not only that, he also had time to assume, Zafira felt objected to throw all memories with the lover. But in fact, different. The wife instead asked to immediately lower the frame at this time as well.

"Fariz answered? Won't you?," this time the girl started to be a little pushy.

"Yes, I will help you," Fariz nodded with a face that looked brightly cloudy.

Zafira immediately painted a smile on the corner of his lips. At first he had suspected Fariz would be furious with him, it turns out that the allegations missed. The husband was willing to help her throw away the memories with the lover who still adorned her room.

The girl shifted her body to the left side, giving Fariz a way to get into the bathroom.

"Take wudhu'. After the Dzuhur prayer, we will together lower the frame," said Zafira smiled warmly as he poked the man's nose and then left.

Fariz, who was subjected to unusual treatment from his wife, became stunned. His face looked dumb, gawking without being able to put out a word. The skin of his face was flushed, got a sweet surprise from the wife.

After finishing the Dzuhur prayer together, Fariz reached out to his wife. And without having to wait as long as it had been at dawn, Zafira immediately greeted the helping hand and kissed him. It was inconceivable how happy the heart of the man who saw the dramatic change of his wife was. Earlier in the morning during the dawn prayer his attitude still seemed hesitant to bow his head kissing his hand. But this afternoon the wife's doubts had lessened a little. It seems that the girl has started to get used to always kissing her husband's hands after congregational prayer.

"Thank you" said Fariz, smiling after his wife took off her hands on her nose and lips.

"It's ready to kiss my hand, '" Fariz said very honestly.

"Ooh that.., what do I think," the wife smiled as she shook her head, feeling funny at her husband's words.

Soon, the newlyweds began their work.

Fariz by utilizing high posture, without the help of chairs or stairs, immediately take one by one the large frames attached to the walls of the room.

Fariz was in charge of lowering the frame, while the wife was in charge of helping to welcome it from Fariz's hands and placed it on the floor.

Six frames have been successfully lowered by the tall man. As he was about to take down the last frame, suddenly the big thing slipped out of Fariz's hand. And...

"Preangh"

The pigura fell and fell on Fariz's instep. Glass was scattered on the floor. Fortunately, the fragments did not reach the skin of the man's legs.

"Akhh," cried Fariz lifting the right leg over the frame and holding it with both hands.

"Fariiizz" Zafira, who was crouched, put one of the frames, suddenly turned to Fariz and stood up and ran over to her husband a little.

"O Allah, your feet are on the frame. Why did the frame fall? Let me help you sit on the bed" Zafira said in a panic.

The look on the girl's face could not cover her heart's anxiety. He was very anxious to see the large frame fall and hit the back of the husband's leg. Without wasting any time Zafira immediately grabbed Fariz's right arm and led him slowly to the bed. Fariz was a little tricked trying to put his feet on the floor which was painful and painful.

"Sit. Let me check your legs. Hopefully your injuries aren't severe" Zafira helped Fariz sit on the side of the bed, and then he sat down crouching.

Without hesitation, his hand directly touched Fariz's leg and immediately checked the frame marks that struck on the back of the husband's leg.

"Your feet are not bleeding but bruised and swollen. It looks like a deep wound" Zafira looked up at Fariz's face sitting on the edge of the bed.

"No pain?" the girl asked with a grimacing face. Fariz is injured, he's grimacing.

"sickness. But fortunately my legs were big so my bones did not break in the big frame," the man still tried to make a joke while grimacing a little to withstand the sudden pain.

"Huh you! Under these circumstances it can still be a joke. Waita minute. I take the bruise ointment first," Zafira went to pick up the bruise ointment in a minimalist P3K box in the corner of the room.

Not for a minute, Zafira had brought back the bruised ointment and immediately sat crouching, treating the bruises on Fariz's instep.

Fariz. He looked down at the girl who was crouching at his feet. With a soft touch apply a slow ointment on his legs that appear bluish bruises and swells. He did not expect, it turns out that living one house with Zafira makes his life feel more beautiful and colorful. Even though until this moment there has been no word of love spoken from the lips of the girl but Fariz had enough to feel the real happiness. I could see Zafira's face every second. You can be by his side every minute. I can feel his attention every hour. Even once in a while can feel her soft touch that vibrates her heart and intoxicates her. Everything in the girl had become an opium to him and made him go crazy over it. Although at certain times Zafira looks spoiled and does not want to budge in everything, but at certain times, she can be a very mature girl and is willing to give up. In addition to having a kind and gentle heart, his caring attitude made Fariz even more infatuated with him.

Fariz continued to stare at the girl who was still crouching on her leg, who painstakingly applied an ointment on her bruise. The man's heart was really getting drunk and crazy getting the service and soft touch that Zafira gave him. And subconsciously, his lips suddenly uttered a sentence that made Zafira become dumbfounded.

"I love you" said Fariz bowed to watch his wife's crouching black hair.

"Huh?," Zafira was stunned.

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