ACCIDEN IN LOVE
Episode 5's

Apparently so did Zafian, having managed to lie comfortably on the bed, he felt his chest and felt his heart beating so fast "Sial, why do I feel like this, he said, never had my heart beat this hard, not even with Eliza" Zafian's inner self.

While Afita who had managed to calm himself first, approached when he saw Zafian's hand rub slowly his chest.

"Why are you, sick?" Ask Afita worried.

"No, I just feel bad here"

"You want me to call Doctor Word"

"Not necessary"

"But I think it's necessary, I'm afraid you're okay, because it almost fell earlier"

"I said I'm okay, don't be noisy!"

"Bother..!" Sahut Afita is spontaneous and makes Zafian's eyes widen instantly.

"What did you say?"

"I'm not saying anything" said Afita away and choose a sofa where he should rest tonight because of tired mind and body, at this time he just wants to sleep peacefully.

Not with Zafian who felt uneasy because it was still shocked by the fact who Afita actually turned out to be a descendant of the Nugraha family.

"Af..have you slept?" Zafian asked and there was no response.

"Afita.are you asleep?" Zafian asked repeating and there was still no answer.

"Hey.. Afta..!!" Zafian's resetting is a little tight.

"What the hell.I'm going to fall asleep.Why are you so noisy?" Replied Afita in a resentful tone.

"Help me, thirsty..!" Sahut Zafian changed reasons.

Afita did not answer, only got up and then took a drink to put closer to Zafian, of course with a lazy face and tired body.

"Where are you going?" Zafian asked to see Afita wanting to return to the sofa.

"Sleep..where else to go?" Answer Afita.

"There's something serious I want to ask you, sit here first"

"What else?, you hungry?" Tanya Afita guessed.

Zafian only fell silent while positioning his body to sit leaning on the edge of the bed. "Seriously, please answer honestly" he said later.

Afita took a deep breath, looking at the look on Zafian's face, he could see the important thing he wanted to talk about.

"Well, what's the matter?, can't it be tomorrow, I've nga_"

Brug

Zafian had already grabbed his hand until Afita was surprised to have sat on the edge of the bed with a very close distance.

"Ehem..what's up?" Ask Afita who slowly retreated a little to keep her distance back, the drowsiness immediately disappeared.

"Why didn't you say from the Nugraha family?" Zafian asked after his heartbeat calmed down.

"Why indeed?" sahut Afita's.

"The answer was my question, instead of asking, you're this..!"

"Yes yes, I don't want people to underestimate me, I want to succeed on my own and not because of my family" Afita replied.

"Hem.that's a job problem, if it's our problem?"

"We what?" Ask Afita again.

"We are Af..both.wedding...understand my point?" Zafian.

"Yes, understand.I don't want anyone to marry me because of the status of Nugraha, a conglomerate and use the family's wealth for personal gain, that's how our family keeps everything, not for what reason..we want to find sincere people not because of status and property"

"So you think I'm sincere?" Zafian.

"Of course not"

"Then..?"

"Then what.asked continues, make dizzy Zaf, I'm sleepy" said Afita.

"Zaf..remove..!" afita shouted in the middle of her shock.

"No, before you answer properly and seriously!" Replied Zafian who was still holding tightly to Afita's arm so that he could not move.

"Ish.you here, yes I answered. loose first.." forced Afita by trying to pull his body which is only a few centi from Zafian.

Afita immediately kept her distance after successfully breaking away, and sitting on the chair that was near the bed, seeing that, Zafian was just glancing at her with the corner of his lips that almost smiled.

"Okay I'm responsible, and hopefully you're satisfied, so I can rest" Afita said, after taking a deep breath to begin with, "I'm taught to always take responsibility for whatever I do, and never look at the status in every action"

"So you admit what happened to me because of what you did, right?"

"Yes.I admit it, I'm sorry, but it's not entirely my fault either..!" Sahut Afita immediately darted onto the sofa and covered his entire body with a blanket.

Zafian was surprised, then smiled looking at the silly behavior of the woman in front of him.

"Bas ridiculous, it looks like adult pretentious, behavior more like a child" he said.

Still staring at the Man who rolled a blanket over the sofa, Zafian silently acknowledged how wise the moral upbringing of the Nugraha family was, after all, to see an Afita who is so humble and never brags about his true existence in an age like this.

Suddenly Zafian felt pain in his heart remembering his lover Eliza, his love for five years together felt crushed just like that just because of his physical condition which was temporarily paralyzed.

"Why do you have the heart to do that, Eliz. Am I the one who misjudged you all this time?" Zafian muttered while closing his eyes as if holding back the anger and heartache that was so bitterly felt, that a single tear did not feel flowing from his eye patch.

**

In the morning Afita woke up, the sound of Alarm built itself to immediately perform mandatory worship. Standing up slowly and stretching his body for a moment made Afita's consciousness full again.

Afita was a little jolted when he realized his existence, looked around and found the man was sleeping soundly on the mattress making him realize what had happened.

"Hehh.I'm married, and he's my husband, why is destiny so complicated, God.well, just go for it, what Ridho'i's parents must be the best.. Bismillah" he said softly and then immediately walked to the bathroom to get ready.

After doing worship and walking in the morning in the park around the hotel that has been provided, Afita re-entered the room, apparently Zafian was neat and made Afita surprised.

"Who helped you?" Ask Afita.

"What is definitely not my wife" Zafian replied glancing sharply at Afita.

"You're asleep after the prayer, I think you're still tired and need to rest again, yes I've stayed out for a little bit of exercise"

"Prepare yourself, soon we have breakfast together, the place is ready, all your family will take a break back to Jakarta"

"What..?!" Afita was shocked and almost ran out.

"Where are you going,?!" Shouts of Zafian prevented it.

"Meet my family, why come home spitty?!"

"With clothes and face like that?, clean yourself first, we go out together, all breakfast, you can ask directly"

"Ck. awut-awut what, gini is also used to them see, still beautiful too" replied Afita still lazy to step back.

"Indeed can meet them directly?, on the road to that later you will be seen many people.Your sweat and your wet clothes can make men misfocus..quickly take a shower first!" Zafian's orders were firm.

"Misfocus what the hell.doesn't understand me"

"Whisper..quickly take a shower, and don't argue with the husband, or I'll throw it at Reyna's mommy"

"Yes yes.siap.gitu aja ngancem" said Afita with her lips and immediately entered the bathroom.

Zafian felt strange about himself, he felt unwilling and so worried that Afita became a spectacle of many male eyes because his body which he admitted was so sexy even though it was covered when wearing his jogging clothes, and also her natural beautiful face that she was not willing to share.

"Sh-it!!, what happened to me, when I used to be so used to Eliza that her clothes were so exposed, even I wanted her because it was easy to pet her, but what about this woman I_"

BRACKET

Zafian gasped in shock as the bathroom door opened quite hard and his eyes were stunned to see Afita quickly running out picking up the clothes left behind without using her hijab.

"Sorry.misses..!!" Shouted Afita who had entered back into the bathroom.

Meanwhile, Zafian was made to seem to forget to breathe seeing the scenery so beautiful even just a glance, long straight and black hair so beautiful combined with a beautiful look so perfect.

"Oh my God." he said softly trying to control his consciousness.

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