ACCIDEN IN LOVE
Episode 18's

Meanwhile, elsewhere, a man was trying to contact someone with his cell phone.

"What's the matter Mr. Zafian?"

"Fetch me right now!" Zafian said so wrathfully.

Clamps.

The voice of Zafian's cell phone was closed violently.

But a few seconds later, the voice of the call came back, this time apparently from a woman who exasperated him half to death.

"Basic!" Umpat Zafian then immediately turn off his cellphone.

Before long, the sound of someone's steps running, even several times almost collided with the employees at the Hotel.

Brug.

"Aww!, Miss Afita?" Said Naura who had been slammed to the side.

"Sorry, not intentionally"

"Ish, sick Miss, anyways why the hell run around to such dryness?, Want to join the Marathon race?" Tweet Naura while confirming her position.

"Whisper!, Gawat Nau, have you seen Zafian?" Said Afita while adjusting her breathing.

"Ti_ no Miss, what's wrong?" Naura asked in surprise.

"I forgot, and accidentally left it"

"What?!" Shouted Naura not believing what her boss was doing, how could she forget and leave her husband.

While Afita had darted away, running towards the place where Zafian might still be there.

"Oh my God, I can be with Zafian!, he cried in his heart.

The lift opened on the 3rd floor and Afita gave thanks when she saw her husband in a wheelchair and not far from there.

"Why break my call, you're making me anxious!" Afita.

Zafian was still silent, between joy and emotion at the arrival of a wife who could have left him just like that, slowly Afita pushed her husband's wheelchair to go home together.

Up in the car, still Zafian silent a thousand languages, Afita babble even considered never existed, a state of silence until inside the Mansion, even in the room, Afita felt alone.

Dinner and other evening activities looked so different this time around.

"I'll get some rest soon Bun" Zafian said after finishing his dinner.

"Why are you, sick?" Ask Anita.

"No, I'm just tired" replied Zafian.

While Afita was still speechless, a quick glance at Zafian who was running his own wheelchair without waiting for help from Afita as usual.

Anita observed the expression of Afita that looked unsettled and restless.

"Why, Mother's cooking is not good?".

"Eh, no Bun, it's delicious, it's really delicious"

"Why do you eat it?" Anita Sahut.

"My stomach's a little bad, Bun, I'm sorry"

Anita furrowed her brows, thinking for a moment and guessing, could it be that her son-in-law had been _

"Nausea?" Tanya Anita enthusiastic.

Afita was surprised when Anita approached and watched her intently.

"Gak Bun, it's not good, it feels full, you don't have to worry" Afita replied.

"Really?, not nauseous?, not dizzy?" Ask Anita again and make Afita more clueless.

"No Bun, it just feels full" replied Afita, then took a glass of water to drink.

"Maybe you're pregnant"

Uhuk uhuk

Afita immediately choked on the drink that went into his mouth.

"Astagfirullah, be careful dear" Anita said as she rubbed her daughter-in-law's back gently.

"Bun_, Afita just finished hitch two days ago"

"Oh yes?, what a pity" said the disappointment of Anita who escaped just like that.

Afita smiled, then immediately helped clean the dining table and now he was heading into the room, given the unpleasant atmosphere between himself and Zafian, Afita stopped his steps, turned around and headed somewhere else, he said, where else if not his study.

"I'm so sorry, I'm still just silencing me, bitch!" Said shrewdly Afita while opening the laptop and restarting activities in his work.

Meanwhile, Zafian who was in the room felt not at home, finally came out looking for a fresh breeze and was now on the balcony of his study.

"Basic, selfish woman, has done something wrong, still does not want to apologize seriously, could have just left me, if my feet were not like this, Shit!" Down slowly.

Zafian was still in his place, his mind soaring, feeling unappreciated and ignored made him think about how Afita really felt about him.

"There may not be any feelings between us, but_ why when I touched her, she seemed to enjoy and was unable to resist, and I felt _, Akh!, Breng-sek!" Shouted Zafian in his heart.

A very long night for both of them, and whether it was fate that made him like that, until the two arrived in the room simultaneously, Afita stopped his steps in silence, waiting for Zafian who entered first while in front of the door.

And at the same time the automatic button of the wheelchair suddenly did not work, until Zafian stopped in the doorway.

Afita was also surprised to see what was happening, looking confused himself and certainly could not bear to see Zafian having trouble moving a wheelchair with his hands.

"Let me help you" said Afita, who had been pushing slowly on Zafian's wheelchair.

No words from Zafian, even thanks were not heard from his mouth, of course making Afita feel anxious himself.

"Where is your manners?" Said Afita who was so annoyed by Zafian's attitude towards him.

Zafian was surprised, and immediately turned back, feeling it was time for him to teach a lesson and evaporate his emotions that were held since then.

"You yourself how?, don't even have any humanity at all"

"What!, you mean?" Sahut Afita was surprised.

"If you're still human, you know what I'm saying"

"You!, outrageous, if this is all about forgetting to take you home, I'm sorry" said ketus Afita increasingly unable to bear.

"This is how you apologize?, more like a person who snapped and didn't realize the mistake"

"Oh my goodness, Zaf, then I have to, forget it's something I didn't intentionally want and I didn't want Zafian, understand!" Shouted Afita in the end.

"This is how you behave and talk to your husband, huh?" Sahut Zafian was no less furious.

"Whatever!" Said Afita who was preparing to go into the bathroom to clean himself.

"Don't just leave while I'm still talking to you!" Zafian's scream shocked Afita.

Holding back her emotions and taking a deep breath, Afita slowly turned her body, staring intently at Zafian with a rumble that was on her chest.

"Okay, go ahead, continue what you want to talk about, take out all your insults on me if it makes you satisfied, I know there's not the slightest affection for you for me, I know your heart is still all for your ex-boyfriend!" Afita said uncontrollably and made Zafian look at her without a word.

"Go!, clean yourself" said Zafian.

Afita fell silent, still steady her husband who now turned around and avoided her gaze, "Based on breng-sek!" Shouting Afita.

BRACKET

The harshness of the bathroom door slammed by Afita, made Zafian startled and closed his eyes holding tightness in his chest.

While Zafian is confused himself by the raging feelings in his heart, Afita's words show how his wife actually feels she still can't forget her ex-lover.

"Is it possible that Afita feels hurt about my attitude, isn't she not feeling me, if what I think is true, it means that a little bit of Afita has feelings_"

"I will sleep in the workspace, there is more comfortable, I need enough rest" said Afita who had brought sleeping equipment and walked to the door.

Zafian turned his head and just fell silent, wanting to shout stop and run in the way, but it felt like it was impossible for him to do so. Finally let Afita pass away just like that.

Positioning the body to rest comfortably apparently not fully succeeded in doing Afita, in fact the feeling of tightness and emotion still dominates his heart, until it ends in a long prostration on the prayer mat, expecting inner calm and the best path to the Almighty.

The rest of the tears that had appeared on her white cheeks, Afita fell asleep on the sofa with a blanket that was unwittingly released.

Slowly a hand picked up a blanket and covered Afita's body, tidying up the irregularly unraveled brat, a finger swipe of the fingers wiped away the remaining tears on her face.

"I'm sorry" one word escaped gently.

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