
After dinner at one of the nearby restaurants, Shazia and Zihan plan to return home.
“Ma, today I am so happy to spend time with you guys.”
Shazia, who was holding onto Zihan's arm, smiled at her son.
“Really?”
“Yes, mom, I'm very-very happy, ha, ha.”
“If Zihan is happy, mom is happy too.”
Slowly looking at the sleepy face of Zihan, the boy no longer noticed his steps.
“Zihan are you sleepy? Come on, mama will carry you.”
When Shazia's hand wants to grab Zihan's body, Taran intercepts.
“Let me just carry Zihan,” said Taran who immediately carried his son.
“If you carry her your leg it will hurt even more,” Taran said again.
Shazia fell silent, did not reply to Taran's words and continued to follow the husband from behind.
I didn't want to be around him, every time I saw his face I always remembered the incident. Shaziah.
As Zihan falls asleep in his arms, Shazia feels the atmosphere between herself and Taran getting awkward, both of them not talking much and just focusing on the streets.
But suddenly a boy carrying a box in his hand galloped through the crowd, as a result of which the boy who did not see the surroundings accidentally stepped on the injured foot of Shazia.
“Sorry, Auntie, I really did not accidentally,” said the boy who then returned to running.
Shazia grimaced with pain in her leg, “It hurts so much, why did that child have to step on my injured leg.”
Seeing the wife grimacing in pain making Taran come over, Shazia who was aware of it immediately went back to walking regardless of the pain.
Taran is aware of Shazia starting to keep his distance from him, but he does not know the reason his wife like that.
“How about your feet still hurt?”
“Ya, fine,” drive Shazia.
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Arriving at the house Taran immediately put his son in the room, like the figure of the father in general Taran take off his shoes and envelop his son.
In the room, Taran finds Shazia in the bathroom, having the same goal as the man is forced to wait, he sits on the sofa while playing his phone.
Not long after Shazia had changed into a pajama, the woman did not notice Taran and was busy watching his footsteps.
“You want to change the bandage?” ask Taran.
Shazia looked up at the husband and nodded. “Yes, the bandages are wet when I take a shower.”
The woman then walked to the nearby cupboard, and sitting on the floor, she picked up the medicine box and began to change her bandages herself.
Taran who saw it slowly approached Shazia, he sat down in front of Shazia and intended to petrify his wife to change the bandage.
Seeing Taran's arm about to touch the bandage on his leg, Shazia immediately brushed it off.
“No need help me I can replace it myself, you just focus on your own work, Mr.”
Taran did not reply he kept changing the bandage on Shazia's leg, even though the woman was babbling at him.
“Master, are you deaf, I can replace it myself without the need for your help.”
“Be quiet if you don't want me to take her to the doctor,” reply Taran who focus wrapped around the bandage.
Shazia was eventually silent, as Taran finished changing the bandages and plastering his legs, Shazia hurriedly stood up leaving Taran.
The man then arranges the medicine box and returns it to the cupboard, Taran then walks up to Shazia who intends to sleep after taking the blanket from the closet.
Feeling her way blocked by her husband, Shazia protested, “Get aside Sir, can't you step aside?”
Taran did not reply, he stared fixedly at Shazia as the move drew closer to his wife.
In the end Shazia clung to the wall, unable to retreat further back.
“You're out of your mind, sir? I want to pass by and you make me stick to the wall like this? Move sir!”
“I was so sane, until I could notice your change in attitude Shazia.”
“What do you mean, I haven't changed at all, it's just your prejudice,” Shazia denies.
“I don't think if it's just my prejudices.”
“Now I ask you, when you delivered the file to my office, did you see me hugging another woman?”
“No, I've said it to the receptionist right if I have any other needs,” reply Shazia who moaned away.
“Your face is clearly lying, tell me the truth.”
Shazia stopped her steps she looked resentfully at Taran. “I'm not lying!”
Taran is back nearing Shazia, “Why have you always been stubborn Shazia?”
“If you're not lying, why have you kept your distance from me since that day? Explain to me why you keep your distance?”
“Nothing to explain, Sir. I just don't want you to pay more attention to me,”
“I don't feel it's excessive attention, it's natural to help each other among us.”
“Yes, already, then I want to sleep.”
Shazia resumed her steps, but Taran immediately held tightly onto Shazia's arm and pulled the woman to turn towards him.
“What else do you want to hear from me?” shazia Shouts.
“Truth, I want the truth.”
“Alright, I'll tell you the truth. I did see you hugging another woman. I did see you having fun with your affair! Look sir, I know that we are married without loving each other, but please cherish this marriage,”
“If you have someone you love out there, then divorce me first, sir. I don't want to stay in a marriage that only makes one person suffer while the other person has fun out there.”
Shazia's emotional face was completely different from Taran who still had a flat face.
“Two things I don't like about you are stubbornness and summing up everything myself, without asking right or wrong where.”
“What is wrong? Cuddling affectionately with a woman in the office, anyone would definitely misunderstand it. Even if I asked directly if a cheating man immediately admitted his actions?”
“After all that of course I will conclude everything myself,”
“You're done talking?”
“Yes, I'm done, I want to sleep now!”
When Shazia wants to turn Taran back to hold him back, “What else do you want I've explained everything to you!”
“I want you to hear my explanation, now sit with me.”
Taran pulls Shazia's arm to sit on the sofa with him, though Shazia is upset that she can only follow, and refuses, Taran will still force Shazia to listen to the explanation.
“All right now what do you want to explain to me?” shazia asked with a cynical face.
“The woman's name is Kadriye, she used to be a Brand ambassador in my company.”
“Yes, I've had it, at its core only now.”
“Oh, so you dug up information about him?”
“That's not important, you just continue your explanation,” reply Shazia ketus.
Why did he have to ask that, I also accidentally knew about who that woman was. Shaziah.
“Kadriye he's the one who has an obsession with me,”
“Oh, so you mean you are a famous and handsome person so naturally many people like you so?”
“Shazia can you hear my explanation without interrupting.”