
Zico stepped into the house with an unrelenting pounding, unrelenting thump, sometimes he also swore at the girl who he thought would be like to apologize just like that even though the mistakes that had been made by the girl could no longer be forgiven.
"It could be easy to say sorry. Do not realize what all the mistakes he has been too outrageous," dumel Zico for the umpteenth time. His feet were actually stepping in, until he was startled by someone who suddenly appeared before him.
"Astagfirullah, ngagetin aja," said Zico by stroking his chest that beats unbecoming. The look in his eyes continued to be directed towards the person who managed to make him almost hanging.
"What are you doing here, baby? And is that you're no longer sick for you to walk?" ask Zico. Yes, the one who managed to surprise himself was his beloved wife, who else if not Fanya.
Fanya who had just been silent, he now began to reply to remarks from Zico.
"I'm sorry I didn't mean to surprise you. And for that matter, don't discuss it again because there are other important things that we should discuss."
Zico frowned when he saw the sign language given by his wife.
"It matters?" Fanya nodded her head.
"Try saying what important things should we discuss?" ask Zico. Fanya's hand is now moving, not to do sign language but rather she uses it to drag Zico's hand towards the living room. Although Fanya still feels pain in her sensitive area, she still tries to walk normally. Eventually, the two arrived at the family room. Fanya immediately sat her body on one of the couches in the family room followed by Zico sitting next to her.
Fanya changed the position of her body, facing towards Zico completely and then without much further ado she immediately said what had disturbed her mind.
"Women who were with Mommy and Daddy were not the women who were on our wedding news yesterday?"
Zico slashed one of his eyebrows. He wondered where his wife could see the uninvited guest? Before finally Zico realized that Fanya had appeared suddenly in front of him that he could guess if Fanya had peeked at all the interactions that occurred between Zico, Cheasea and his parents.
"Yes, he's the same person that was on our wedding news yesterday. But you don't misunderstand me first. I didn't think I was the same as him. He didn't stick to me either" Zico said just in case he was afraid Fanya misunderstood him.
Fanya shook her head. She also knew that if her husband did not interact excessively with the girl, she had seen from the beginning they met. Yes, when Cheasea and his family just stepped foot into the Abhivandya residence, Fanya had seen it. The woman had intended to go into the kitchen, take drinking water. But he never thought he met someone who almost destroyed his wedding yesterday. And out of curiosity for what they came to this house, Fanya secretly followed their departure until she finally knew the intention of the girl who turned out to apologize for all the mistakes she had made. Not only looking, but Fanya heard all their conversations. Fortunately, the eavesdropping place was not far from the gazebo where they met earlier.
"I know that you're the same girl that didn't say anything. But I just want to ask you, when he apologizes why don't you just forgive him? He admitted to the mistake he had made."
"His mistake was fatal enough, baby. So even if he prostrates himself at my feet, I won't forgive him. It's my decision." Fanya took a long breath.
"Don't be like that, baby. I know maybe he's been a big mistake for you. But remember, God alone is very forgiving of your cooking which only creatures alone do not forgive the mistakes of others? Shame on the creator dear."
Zico smashed his lips. He also knows that God is forgiving but he is not God, he is an ordinary man who still has feelings of revenge.
Fanya stroked Zico's arm gently until the look of their eyes met again when Zico had a chance to avert his gaze.
"I'm sorry you're sorry about him."
Fanya cupped her hands together, begging Zico to forgive Cheasea's mistakes.
When Zico wanted to chim in words from Fanya, his lips clenched again when he heard the voice of Mommy Della who had just arrived in the living room.
"Lho dear. Why are you here? Are you healed?" asked Mommy Della running small towards the direction Fanya was.
As for Fanya, the woman grimaced in embarrassment when she heard Mommy Della's words earlier. Although the words of Mommy Della did not immediately smell the pain of what she was feeling. But still Fanya felt embarrassed especially there was not only Mommy Della but there was Daddy Aiden and the other three people he had seen.
"What's the matter with Fanya?" ask Daddy Aiden did not understand the words of Mommy Della and he was also worried.
"Ck, you didn't know Fanya was sick because of Jio." Daddy Aiden frowned but a moment later he stared intently at his son. As for Zico, he clucked before he stood up, then approached Daddy Aiden then he whispered what made Fanya sick. Of course the whisper from Zico left Daddy Aiden's eyes wide open. But a moment later he shook his head. Understand the newlyweds because, inner Daddy Aiden.
"More times control yourself, Jio. Don't let Fanya be in pain anymore" said Daddy Aiden in a soft voice while patting the son's shoulder and he immediately pulled the wife's body away from Fanya. Bringing his wife's body to one of the empty sofas for the two to sit on.
And when one family interacts with each other without the other three people know the topic of discussion they are talking about, secretly one of the three people who were none other than that person was Cheasea staring fixedly at the woman he had just seen. And without asking, he knew who the woman was. She is the woman of choice the man Cheasea loves. She is also the current mistress of Zico.
Pain, a word that currently touches Cheasea's heart especially when he sees Zico openly hugging her waist possessively without caring about the pain Cheasea is currently feeling. The man seemed to deliberately show how positive he was to the wife and showed that no one could shift his position from his side at once in his heart.