It Turns out There's Love
76 - ALWAYS ANXIOUS

Zafira stopped the rubbing on Fariz's leg and reflexively raised his head up. His mouth slightly gaping looked at Fariz who was currently bowed looking at him. Their eyes meet. Stare at each other. Then Zafira immediately decided the link between eyes that looked at each other. He smiled and then resumed his work.

"thank you. I'm so lucky to be loved by a man as good as you are" the voice crept out from behind a downcast face smearing bruises on Fariz's leg.

Fariz took a breath and exhaled slowly. He had hoped that Zafira would say a word of love to him. Apparently not. I don't know, how many times did Fariz say love words to Zafira and wait for a reply from the girl? A month? Two months? Or 1 year? But he also will not force, if Zafira is not ready to say the word. Their marriage had only been going on for one day. The time is still so long to knock on the door of the heart and make the girl fall in love with him.

After finishing rubbing around the swollen skin, Zafira slowly lifted one by one Fariz's legs onto the bed.

"Rest. I'm going to clean up the broken glass" he stood up and walked back to put the ointment in the P3K box.

"I'll help you" Fariz said.

Zafira's steps stopped. Turning around looked at the man sitting leaning on the head of the bed.

"no need. Your leg is still swollen. Just rest," the wife forbade. He's worried about Fariz's legs. If it is not rested and continues to be allowed to move, fearing that it will swell and hurt.

Fariz did not listen to the wife's ban. His feet moved to get off the bed.

"Don't argue! Otherwise, I won't let you sleep in bed tonight!" threatened Zafira to open her beautiful eyes to Fariz who had poked her feet down.

Fariz was shocked and his movements stopped. He immediately pulled his foot back up onto the bed. The threat of the girl is able to make it like a husband is afraid of his wife. So afraid that the man was not allowed to sleep in one bed with his wife, making him sit still in bed again.

"Right. You're so stubborn" Zafira gave a quick glance at the man in bed, then continued her steps towards the P3K box, then walked out to pick up a broom and litter.

"Be careful cleaning up those broken pieces of glass. Don't get your hands hurt" Fariz said from the bed.

Zafira nodded. Start sweeping and collecting broken glass into the garbage, then put it in the garbage box.

After that, he started to open all the frames one by one. Take a photo in it. Tear the photo into two parts. Ronald's part of the photo was torn into small tears, then put into a garbage box. While the photo of himself is tidied up and then stored in a drawer.

Fariz who saw that became relieved. There were no more shadows of Zafira's past in that room. At least Fariz could breathe quietly now that he had seen for himself how his wife had put away her memories and thrown them into a litter box and became one with another pile of dirty garbage.

After dinner, Zafira and Fariz were still chatting in the living room with mama Laras, papa Arga and Zafran. Oma Mayang had returned to the room to rest.

At 20:30 Wib.

Zafira went into the room first. Brush your teeth, wash your face and take ablution'.

Ten minutes later, the husband entered and saw that Zafira's face had been washed with water. He knew that his wife had just finished brushing her teeth and was about to perform Isha's prayer'.

"I took ablution' and brushed my teeth for a while" Fariz said straight into the bathroom.

A few minutes later, they had finished praying Isha' and were preparing for bed.

The long-haired girl had already climbed onto the bed. The husband was still busy combing his hair in front of the glass. Come to think of it, what are the nights for combing hair? Later also during sleep will definitely be disheveled again. Sometimes Fariz's attitude looks strange and at certain times also turns sneaky. He wanted to appear neat in front of Zafira. Especially tonight the wife is kind enough to allow him to sleep one bed with her. So he must look neat and fragrant so that tomorrow - tomorrow the wife still allows him to sleep one bed with her.

The reflection of the glass was used to glance at the girl on the bed. The girl put her foot in the blanket. It is customary every night to wear a blanket when the AC is turned on. Because his body cannot withstand the AC air that is too cold, it can make his body shiver, tremble and even fall ill.

Fariz became a little annoyed, seeing Zafira's indifferent attitude. The woman went to bed without taking her to bed. Never mind asking, saying good night is not.

Suddenly Fariz's eyes catch the girl reopening the blanket, undoing the intention to plunge herself. Fariz continued to watch the girl's movements from the reflection of the glass. He got out of bed and walked to the P3K box, picked up something there.

"I almost forgot. Your feet should be treated again before going to bed. Sit down," Zafira had been beside Fariz, asking the man to sit in a chair in front of the dressing table.

Zafira again applied the ointment to Fariz's instep. No one opened the conversation. Both wife and husband, both are silent.

"It's done" Zafira said after flattening the ointment all over the bruise.

"Thank you," the man glanced at the negligee Zafira was wearing. Smooth shirt with knee. Very fit in the size of his body and the color was very harmonious with his white skin.

"Very pretty," she murmured inwardly, continuing to stare at the girl.

Zafira who was unaware of Fariz's gaze, immediately walked over, put the ointment back to its original place, then washed her hands in the bathroom.

Shortly after, the girl climbed back up onto the bed without even glancing at the man who was still sitting dumbly on the chair. A single word did not come out of her lips, to take her husband to sleep, let alone offer the man to go up to the bed. The girl thought that this morning at breakfast, she had agreed to Fariz's desire to sleep in bed on one condition, not to stick and to keep her distance. So, why are we talking about it again tonight? If Fariz wants to sleep, just go up to bed.

Zafira had covered all parts of the body with a blanket up to the chest. And tilted his back to Fariz who was still sitting.

The man's cunning brain returned to active work to think of something. He must avenge the deeds of Zafira who had ignored him. He was upset, the wife did not say good-bye and did not take him to bed.

Fariz walked into the bathroom. His feet still hurt on the floor. So he walked a little bit. Not long after, the man began to launch his revenge against the wife who had ignored him.

"Aakh," a screaming voice from the bathroom.

Zafira, who had not fallen asleep, reflexively lifted her head from the pillow when she heard the scream. His eyes looked for Fariz's whereabouts in the chair, nothing. The girl immediately pulled out of the blanket and immediately looked for Fariz in the bathroom.

"Fariz? Why are you screaming? What's going on inside?," Zafira asked starting to get anxious while sticking an ear on the door leaf.

"Come in," the man's voice gave the order.

Zafira scrunched his forehead. His bad thoughts reappear. Fariz would not do it again. Take a chance in the narrow. The girl suspected Fariz was not wearing clothes. It could have been that the man accidentally took off all the clothes and told her to go inside to see her body that had beautiful wings on her shoulders.

Suddenly, the girl's heart suddenly rippled, recalling the incident this morning, as her eyes swept over the beautiful wings on Fariz's body. A strange taste began to appear in his mind as well as his heart. But Zafira quickly dismissed his thoughts.

"Why did you tell me to come in?" asked Zafira in a suspicious voice. She did not want to obey Fariz's orders before knowing clearly what the purpose of her husband was to send her in.

"Help me. I slipped. My legs hurt," a ringing sound came from inside enduring the pain.

Zafira was surprised and increasingly anxious. He pushed the door without thinking of Fariz wearing a shirt or not. The thing he was thinking about right now in his head was Fariz's wound. He was afraid something might happen to the bruise on his leg. He knew the bruise was still swollen. If he was Fariz, he might have cried when he was hit by the big frame. Because Fariz was male, he was stronger in pain and could still walk despite limping. If he's in Fariz's position, he's probably going to ask for a sling, to the kitchen, to the room, to the living room and even to the bathroom.

Zafira stood in front of the door and saw Fariz sitting on the floor with his legs stretched forward.

"O Allah Fariz. What the hell is wrong with you? Why slip like this? You always make me anxious" the wife looked panicked, hurried to Fariz.

Fariz was pleased to see the panic on Zafira's face and heard the anxious words she said. Now he was more convinced, that gradually he would succeed in breaking the heart of the stone of the wife. Judging from Zafira's current reaction, his wife would not allow anything bad to happen to him.

Zafira crouched down and immediately grabbed Fariz's right hand and placed it on his shoulder.

"Come, I'll help you walk. There-there's only you! Just one day living at home, there have been many events that make me anxious! It was overwritten by the frame. Now slip in the bathroom. For a long time my heart could escape seeing events like this every day," Zafira lifted Fariz's body while nagging like a mother who ran out of shopping money.

"Aduuuhh. My shoulder feels like it's breaking. Uuuhh..," ringis Zafira tried hard to stand up. He found it difficult to lift the weight of Fariz's body which was much larger than his body.

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