King Mafia And His Angel
Not worthy of himself
Zehra slowly removed the bandage that was attached to Arash's body, cleaning up the remains of the wound that had begun to dry on the husband's back in a gentle motion.
"illness?"
Ask zehra slowly.
"No"
Arash answered quietly, the man seemed to lie down using only his towel, he just finished cleaning himself and let Zehra change her bandage.
"Is there a place you want to go?"
Arash asked Zehra suddenly.
For a moment zehra stopped the movement of her hand, she seemed to be silent for some time.
Suddenly Arash turned his body.
"It hurts, don't turn around like that"
Zehra said quickly with a feeling of worry.
As if Arash had forgotten if there was a scar on his back, the man immediately turned his head towards zehra while continuing to turn his body around.
"It's just a small wound"
His speech slowly then with a quick movement his hand reached for Zehra's hand.
"Come here"
Arash spoke while tilting his body to the right, he patted his arm slowly and asked zehra to sleep there.
Zehra seemed silent for a moment.
"You still feel awkward when you're with me"
Said Arash while staring in the eyeball of zehra.
"Even if we've been fused together, should we still be afraid of me?"
Zehra was silent for a moment, then she shook her head.
"I'm sorry"
Say it slowly.
The man raised the corner of his lips, With a quick movement Arash kissed the soft forehead of zehra.
"We'll take a vacation tomorrow, I'll take you to one place"
Arash said as he slowly closed his eyeballs.
Zehra looked inside the man's face, slowly trying to touch the tip of Arash's nose, she just knew how sharp the man's nose was.
Arash did not flinch, letting Zehra measure the entire jaw of his face from his forehead, cheeks, nose, lips to his chin one by one.
"You like it hmm?"
Arash asked softly while trying to tightly hug Zehra's body after realizing the woman had started to stop the movement of her hand.
"When in Indonesia I know some blind children, we often talk or chat together for a long time, months to years to get along with each other"
Zehra's
"Then one day they once said to me 'May I touch brother's face?' then they tried to memorize my face the way I did"
Zehra seemed to stare into Arash's eyeballs as the man began to open his eyeballs.
"Then I tried to do it, trying to memorize someone's face in that way"
Zehra took a slow breath.
"From there it is only felt how lucky we are to have normal vision, but often complain about the blessings of health that God gives, he said, yet they never complained at all and continued to run their days full of gratitude"
Hearing Zehra's words for a moment Arash froze, then suddenly a long question came out of the man's lips.
"If if your loved one were blind, the only donor who could give him his eyes would be you, what would you do?"
Zehra seemed to expand her smile.
"As long as it is beneficial to her, in use as it should be, able to bring kindness to me and her, I will sincerely do so"
Zehra's answer clearly sounded so certain without hesitation behind Arash's ears, Arash immediately swallowed his salivary rough, not knowing why to his woman as if it was inappropriate created for him.
True Deborah said, zehra should deserve to be happy to live with a good man who loves her and is able to make zehra happy, not with him who is not at all worthy to hold the hand of the angelic woman.
They were clearly like heaven and earth, created with millions of differences even with glass barrier walls that were hard to break.