The Ex
89. Household Storm

BRAKKK!!!.

The sound of the apartment room door being slammed violently by Zidan upon their arrival there.

Siska looked unmoved looking at the door of the room that was slammed earlier. His feelings are fucked. With a little glaring.

Since then, since their sudden return from Australia. The two were still silent and had not argued at all. And this is what made Siska so afraid. Siska felt that she had greatly disappointed her husband.

But somehow, just to say sorry or explain the reason. Siska's mouth seemed to be choked.

The sound of the door back in the room opened. And Zidan came out of his room. His hand was seen carrying a jacket, passing through Siska just like that towards the apartment door.

Siska looked at Zidan's back with a doubtful look. I wanted to stop Zidan who was about to leave just like that, but somehow he could not afford it and could only resign.

BRAKKK!!!.

Again, the door to his apartment was slammed by Zidan, although not as rough as the initial slam.

And after that, Siska immediately fell down on the sofa. Feeling sorry for making Zidan angry and disappointed in him.

A day, two days, three days. Zidan has no news. I don't know where her husband went that clearly until now her husband did not want to go home either.

Wanted for her in-laws' house, but Zidan didn't go home. Ask Krishna and the Word turns out the results are also nil. Until finally Siska also knew the whereabouts of her husband if it turns out that all this time he slept in his office.

A week later. The apartment bell rings. And from the intercom was seen Egi's face appeared.

"Mak Sis." Egi greeted Siska as soon as the door of her apartment opened. His face seemed to grimace withstanding the weight of Zidan's body which was in an unconscious state.

"Well, why Gi?" asked Siska who was saddened by Zidan's condition. From the smell alone it can be ascertained that her husband was drunk.

"It's messed up mbak, every day it's mouthful him." lamented Egi.

"Huh?." Siska was still chuckling at the fact that Zidan was drunk every day.

"Where is this going downstairs? she's heavy, this is mbak."

"Oh yes, go straight to Gi's room." exclaimed Siska helping Egi carry Zidan to the room and put her husband to bed.

"Oh, finally." With a sense of relief Egi tried to relax his body after carrying Zidan earlier.

"Thank you Gi, I'm going to take him home. I'm sorry to take care of you too" Siska said after correcting Zidan's body position and enveloping him as well.

"Yes the same - the same. Just relax to me too."

"Eh, let's go out, I make tea first."

"Oh no need to mbak, I just go back. Don't bother."

"But you weren't tired of running out of him. Just relax first, I make it just jerk."

"No need to really be okay. You see, this is also too afraid my wife will even find out if I do not want to go home."

"Oh, yeah if so. Thanks again, Gi."

"Yes, same - same. I said yes first. Continue to mbak if you can, sorry yes not that I want to interfere. If you can if you fight again do not long, long mbak, cepet finishin. Mas Zidan has been unsettling about mbak, the work is not consistent, make some projects so chaotic, the innate mambuk mulu mulu mulu. Keep every mallem running." Reveal Egi before leaving while slightly complaining as well.

"Iya Gi, sorry." replied Siska as if she was a dead flea.

"Don't apologize to me ma'am, it's important cepet get better just like mas zidan already enough."

"Yes Gi,"

"Yes, I'm saying yes, my spirit."

Tomorrow.

Sayup - sayup Zidan started to open his eyes. His head felt dizzy and his stomach also felt nauseous. And his body felt crumpled.

Zidan breathed heavily. He finds himself waking up in his apartment room.

For a moment, because of the discomfort, Zidan decided to sit on the edge of the bed first.

"Are you awake?." Siska's voice that had just entered the room seemed to provoke Zidan's emotions again. His pale face immediately turned cold and immediately turned to the other side because he did not want to look at Siska.

"I've made porridge for you. Will I bring it here or will you eat at the dinner table?." asked Siska again, who was trying to be ordinary. But apparently it makes Zidan so sick.

Zidan smiled cynically. He then got up from his seat and walked out of the room in a slight staggering motion.

"Where are you going?." Siska tries to stop Zidan by blocking Zidan's arm.

"It's none of your business!." Zidan violently threw out Siska's hand.

"Zidan's. Your face is pale, you're drunk so you have to eat if you don't get sick." With a worried tone Siska spoke.

"I SAID IT'S NONE OF YOUR BUSINESS!."

"ZIDAN!." But Siska did not want to lose, she also helped raise her tone.

Zidan breathed his rough breath. His heart was racing as a result of trying to hold back his emotions.

"You should eat first. Please, let you not be sick."

"AISHHHH!!! SHI*!!!." swear Zidan then. "Care are you the same as me? whether I'm sick or whether I'm dying, I don't think it's any of your business!."

"You're my husband, so if you're sick it's all my business. And now I don't want you to be sick."

Zidan smiled cynically. "His husband? your husband said you? since when did you consider me your husband? haven't you ever considered me your husband all this time?."

"Who do I say can't you be my husband? I always thought you were my husband. Don't misunderstand me."

"Bullshit up! it's just your mouth but your heart is not! the proof is that you can ruin my hopes by taking the damn pill!."

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry for taking those pills. But I'm not taking the pill for no reason. I have a reason."

"What is the reason for taking the pill?."

"I'm not sure yet." Siska was also downcast when she answered.

Zidan chuckled, a bitter smile again adorning his face. "Not sure ..." There is a sense of emptiness when saying this sentence.

"Sorry." And now Siska apologizes.

Zidan chuckled again with a bitter smile.

"I'm sorry I can't be sure. I don't know why I can have this feeling. Me, I'm scared of myself. I'm scared of you. I'm afraid of our marriage. Our marriage was too sudden. And you always say dear to me. But it shouldn't be. We just met again a while ago. So all of this still doesn't make sense to me. You can't be that young, love me anymore. I think you misinterpreted your feelings for me. You're just curious about me. Because in your brain every time I'm just about seex and seex, there's nothing else." Finally Siska revealed what was in her heart and mind. And the tears that had been held for a week also fell.

Zidan rubbed his face rough. His sense of disappointment grew after hearing Siska's confession earlier. "So that's what you thought? So all this time you've been mulling my feelings with you? have I tried to show all my feelings to you? And you still have doubts?."

Siska lowered her head, only crying unwilling to answer Zidan's question. Because now he was overwhelmed with worry in his heart. On the one hand Siska believes that Zidan is sincere to him but on the other hand his ego is still so high.

Zidan then moved up the place. He then went on a walk in closet and dragged a suitcase and put the suitcase in front of Siska a little rough.

Siska looked at the suitcase. No need to explain what is inside the suitcase because Siska has opened it.

"You saw this suitcase. Once you know the contents, I hope you know how I really feel about you. But if you're still not sure, it's up to you. Maybe this marriage shouldn't have happened." And Zidan then left again from the apartment leaving Siska who was still staring at the suitcase in front of him.