My Angel Wife
Chapter 8

Fanya intends to escape from before Zico. But unfortunately, the man actually put his hands on the right and left of his legs, supporting himself so as not to move even a little from his place.

Zico stared fixedly at Fanya's face that fiber would be frightened.

"Why is he reacting like this? Does my attitude scare her and consider me a dangerous person?" inner Zico wondered.

He was quite aware if the action when they first met was very late. How not, he suddenly immediately blocked Fanya's arm so as not to go from him, plus he had called the name of the woman. That's where maybe Fanya feels threatened because suddenly people she doesn't know actually recognize her.

Zico let out a long breath. The look in his eyes he turned to Fanya's knee which was still bleeding fresh blood.

"Your wounds must be treated immediately. I'm not the bad guy you think I am. I'll help you to treat your wounds. So don't go" said Zico without a reason towards Fanya because the focus is now on the P3K box.

Fanya was silent, she still doubted the words of the man in front of her who said that he was not a bad person. But when he caught a glimpse of the eyes of the man who had looked at him while speaking, there was no lie in that gaze which meant that what he said was the truth. As a result Fanya according to the words that Zico said earlier. His body, which had stiffened earlier, had relaxed back. Even though he still strengthens his heart to remain vigilant.

"Maybe it's going to hurt a little bit, so hold on for a bit" Zico said before he started treating Fanya's wounds.

The ringing sound from Fanya sounded so soft that Zico immediately raised his head so that he could see the beautiful face of Fanya.

"illness?" ask Zico who is possessed by Fanya.

"sorry. I will be more careful again," said Zico and then continue the action. Zico's intention of taking Fanya to the hospital was instantaneous as Fanya looked at him fearfully earlier. As a result, inevitably he had to treat with drugs as it were in the hope that there were no internal injuries in the body of the woman of his tribe.

The atmosphere that enveloped the two people was very calm, no one of them spoke until Zico finally finished treating the wound on Fanya's leg and he rose from his crouching position earlier.

"I also saw your arm hurt. Here let me treat all of you," said Zico softly. And without waiting for approval from Fanya, he grabbed Fanya's left arm softly which had a wide enough scratch there.

As for Fanya, she did not dare to do what Zico had said just now. So she felt the pain by clenching her hands tightly and biting her lower lip.

Zico who saw Fanya's facial expression became unbearable. But he can't stop what he's doing right now.

Zico twisted his brain, so he could distract Fanya from her pain. Until an idea crossed his brain. And maybe with him doing this idea will make Fanya not too afraid of him.

"Evanthe Fanya Zahira, that's your name right?" Sure enough, when Zico spoke the long name Fanya, the woman shifted her attitude from pain towards him.

"You shouldn't be surprised if I find out your name because we've met before. You may have forgotten, but I didn't. We first met at a florist shop named Fresh Flower Store. You know that shop?" It is clear that Fanya was again surprised by the words of Zico.

"What does this guy say is true if we ever meet at the Fresh Flower Store? If so, why don't I remember it at all? When did the meeting happen?" ask Fanya in your heart.

Zico, who received no response from Fanya, said, "I'm sure you remember the flower shop but don't remember our brief encounter. I understand because our meeting has been going on for the past five years. I was just a buyer and was looking through the contents of the flower shop until I was in a flower field owned by the florist and saw you there. We were just looking at each other at a glance. You threw a smile at me before I left the flower shop."

Zico's mind drifted to the scene 5 years ago when he fell in love at first sight with Fanya. Imagining Fanya's lips smiling sweetly makes Zico's lips now interested in forming a smile.

"And you remember, we met not only in the flower shop but a few days after our meeting at the flower shop, we met again but in an unpleasant situation. Our meeting for the second time when I accidentally hit you next to the city park," continued Zico who returned to focus on dressing the wound on Fanya's arm with sterile gauze.

Fanya was more and more surprised by the confession from Zico earlier. But he remained silent, as if he were waiting for the continuation of the story of the man sitting next to him.

"At the time of the incident, I panicked half to death when I saw your head that was spitting blood. Maybe if the residents did not wake me up to take you to the hospital immediately, your situation would be very severe at that time. But I'm thankful it's not too late to take you to the hospital so you don't need a blood transfusion. Your wounds were not as bad as I had imagined. Your wound isn't so deep that you don't need stitches. I'm so grateful for that. Even though you had a very long fainting spell, I keep you in the hospital because I do not know where to contact your family through because at that time you did not bring your identity card, nor did I find a cell phone. As a result, I choose to accompany you while waiting for you to realize to apologize for the incident that happened to you because of my actions. But unfortunately, I who had business at that time had to get out of your room and when I returned it turns out you were no longer in your room. Everyone didn't know where you were until I chose to check the CCTV footage myself at the hospital and I saw you running away from the hospital. At that time, I felt disappointed with myself who had not said an apology to you. So because we're meeting again now, then, introduce my name Akalanka Zico Bagaskara Abhivandya would like to apologize with sincerity to you Evanthe Fanya Zahira for the injury I have created for you and sorry that it scared you. I'm really sorry for all the things that hurt you. Forgive me, Fanya," said Zico at length and silently after he had finished treating Fanya's wounds, his hand reaching for Fanya's cold hand. He held a hand smaller than his.

Fanya did not refuse at all, maybe the woman was not aware of it because she was fixated with the face of Zico who exuded calm there, where the calmness made the fear of Fahya slowly erode from her mind.