Since You Married Me
Sorry ....

Zaya opened her eyes as the clock above the nightstand indicated the early hours of the morning. His body felt pained and his head was a bit dizzy. He forced his innocent body covered in blankets to get up.

Zaya noticed his current state. He felt dejavu, his condition now he had experienced when Aaron took away his honor first.

The tears flowed back into Zaya's cheeks. Even after becoming Aaron's wife, she still has to experience this shame. It seems there is no hope for Zaya to get Aaron's heart, because in the eyes of Aaron Zaya will never be valuable.

Slowly Zaya inched towards the bathroom. Digujuurnya frail body with warm water, trying a little muffle the pain in some parts of his body.

Zaya closed her eyes while slightly looking up. Back ringing in his ears the words of Aaron who so humbled him. The pain in his body was nothing compared to the pain in his heart.

Aaron has literally trampled on his pride as a wife and a woman. Never imagined by Zaya will be made Aaron sehina this. Will he survive under such circumstances? Should Zaya just forget about all Aaron's unfaithful actions towards her?

Really, actually Zaya felt very angry. I want to get out of that house right now. But then he remembered Albern, his son. If Zaya left, he would never see Albern again. Zaya knows how Aaron loves Albern. Aaron would never have allowed Zaya to see his son had they divorced.

Zaya smiled wryly. From start to finish he will lose, because he is always in a weak position. Is this what it feels like to be an unregarded wife? It's really painful. Whatever is done will be blamed and unappreciated.

After feeling his body was much better, Zaya finally ended her midnight shower. He put on his pajamas and walked out of the room. The atmosphere of the big house seemed to be deserted. It seemed like the servants and other workers had already returned to the back pavilion of the house to rest.

Zaya opened the door to Albern's room. Looks adorable baby is sleeping with peace. And it also appears that the nanny who fell asleep in a special bed reserved for him in one corner of the room Albern. Ginna did arrange for the nanny to sleep not far from Albern to make it easier for her to take care of Albern at night. One of the many things that made Zaya feel irony.

A nanny can be very close to her son when he, his birth mother, himself is very limited to interacting with the child. Even a nanny could be much more meaningful compared to her.

Zaya again closed the door to Albern's room, then went downstairs to the kitchen. Zaya house. He needed cold water to quench his thirst and also cool his heart. He took a bottle of drinking water in the refrigerator and downing it directly without pouring it first into the glass.

The water was almost barren, his thirst had also disappeared. But his heart remained unbendingly cold as if something was rumbling in his chest asking to be vented with something else.

Zaya wanted to scream out loud in order to shed all her misery. But he knew it would be of no use and would only make him seem like an insane person. Finally Zaya sat down on the chair with her face on the dining table. The water is back flowing. It was only crying that he could do right now. I don't know until when he will become a weakling who can only shed tears.

"Mrs ...." Bu Asma's voice suddenly made Zaya raise her face and hurriedly wipe away her tears.

"Will the Madam eat? I'll heat the food."

Zaya did not answer because she was a little surprised by the presence of Ms. Asma. Shouldn't he have rested in the back pavilion? Why is it still here so late?

Ms. Asthma walked over and took the food stored in a heat-resistant container that was in the refrigerator, then heated it into the microwave.

"Here, Madam." Ms. Asma put the warm food back in front of Zaya. Inevitably Zaya took a spoon and began to eat the food. His stomach was hungry because it had not been filled.

"Master hasn't come home yet. That's why I'm still here waiting for Madam to come down. I just want to make sure if Madam is okay," said Bu Asma as if he wanted to answer questions in Zaya's mind.

Zaya is still in her silent mode. He enjoyed his meal in silence and seemed unwilling to make a sound.

"Mrs ... may I ask?" ask Ms. Asma then hesitantly.

"What mean?" lirih Zaya finally.

Madam Asma seemed to be arranging the words in her mind.

"Mr Aaron was angry ... Is it because the Madam delivered food to his office?" ask him carefully.

Zaya was silent for a moment then nodded slowly.

"Sorry, Madam. All this because of me. I have suggested this ridiculous thing to Madam. Because of me, Madam so accept the anger of Master. Forgive me, Madam ... I'm really sorry." Ms. Asma apologized in a trembling voice. His face looked down, not daring to look at Zaya. It seemed like the middle-aged woman felt very guilty towards her young mistress.

Zaya who saw him looked pityed. He knew that Ms. Asma only intended to get closer to Aaron without any evil intentions. Of course he wouldn't blame Madam Asma for this.

Zaya put down her spoon and drank the water that Ms. Asma had poured before. Then she pushed a little plate towards the front, a sign that she had finished eating her food.

"I'm fine, Mom. Mom doesn't have to worry. And it happened this afternoon, we both don't know if Aaron's gonna be upset. So there's no need to apologize." Zaya replied at last.

Asma lifted her face to look at Zaya.

"But, Mistress. This afternoon you dragged Madam like that. I'm so scared. I can't imagine what you did after that. I'm so afraid that you'll hurt Madam, and all because of me. I'm really sorry, Madam. Please forgive me." Ms. Asma again said sadly. This time tears fell on her cheeks. He looks really sorry.

Zaya commented on the thin smile, trying to calm Ms. Asthma.

"I'm fine, Mom. I can see for myself. Now it's better to take a break because it's so late. Don't you have to get up early tomorrow?" Zaya.

"But is Madam really okay?" Madam Asma asked back.

Zaya nodded steadily.

After Zaya reassured her that she was okay, Ms. Asma finally returned to the back pavilion to rest.

Zaya herself also returned to her room and tried to close her eyes again. But then something stuck in his mind. Aaron's not coming home.

Aaron had never stayed outside despite being very busy. He will always come home, even when out of town. At least if Aaron can't go home, Dean's assistant will preach to him whether it's at Aaron's request or not. And now that he's not coming home, Assistant Dean hasn't notified either. Is he still so angry at Zaya? Or even now that she was fed up and didn't want to see Zaya again?

All the questions swirled around Zaya's head until her drowsiness came and put her back to sleep.

***

At about seven in the morning Aaron came home still in his work clothes. I don't know where he's staying until he doesn't change his clothes. His face looked dull and exhausted.

Seeing Aaron makes Zaya remember the events of yesterday that he really wanted to forget. But as much as possible Zaya held back her feelings and tried to keep serving Aaron as usual.

"Bandah first, I have prepared warm water," said Zaya quietly without looking at Aaron. He deliberately avoids face to face with Aaron because it is still imagined by the events of yesterday that hurt him so much.

Aaron did not answer. His body also went nowhere. Zaya could feel that Aaron was looking at her, but Zaya tried to ignore him and prepare Aaron's work clothes as usual.

"I have prepared the clothes. I'll see Albern downstairs first" Zaya said again while still bowing her face. He then moved to leave Aaron who was still faithful to sculpt. But just as his hand was about to turn the door knob, Zaya suddenly felt her other hand had been grabbed by someone.

Zaya. Aaron was holding his arm and looking at him with a gaze that Zaya had never seen before.

"Mazan ...." Aaron called his name with a hoarse and heavy voice. His eyes still fixed on Zaya to make Zaya slightly gasp.

"Sorry ...."

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