Virgin Widow
Eps. 16

Zaid's condition is very good, today it is also allowed to go home with a note once a week must control. The doctor who handled it suggested that Zaid should not be too busy and reduce indoor activities. Psychic trauma can be cured in a precise and consistent way, so that the trauma is reduced little by little.

Psychic trauma experienced by Zaid affect his social behavior, which makes Zaid afraid to be close and touch women even though the woman is halal for him.

One way that doctors recommend is often alone in crowded places to avoid excessive fear. Another thing that can help Zaid is to remind her of the wonderful things before she was traumatized, and to make her comfortable in the present in an effort so that she can forget her past.

To remind Zaid of his beautiful things before the trauma is certainly very unlikely, because I did not know Zaid at that time. All I can do is make Zaid comfortable in the present, where he lives with me.

Finished taking care of all the medication administration, we were escorted home by Zaid's parents. They can only stop by for a while, because Mr. Rahmadi has some business to do.

This house is back in color, there are shades of orange and pink. Just like my heart started to flower. The love that grew as the veil of Zaid unfolded, made my heart beat beautifully as our eyes clashed. The hope of immediately enjoying the first night with Zaid caught me off guard. Between shame and will, hoping that the fields that have not been maintained will be worked as soon as possible by Zaid.

Today I deliberately did not cook for Zaid, because my mother-in-law had bought me rice fields for our dinner. For the first time after marriage Zaid became my magrib prayer priest, his voice was so beautiful it was even able to thrill my dry soul. After the magrib, we read the Quran until the Isha is near.

The two dinners that had been wishful thinking this time became a reality. The first bribe from Zaid for me, the fingers touching the lips, I enjoyed the beautiful thumping that made my heart get stronger pumping blood to the head.

It turns out that Zaid is very romantic, beating his romantic Dilan on Milea. I really don't want to lose Zaid's romance, and I don't want the trauma of beating our intimacy. Whatever I will do for Zaid's recovery, though I must act like a vulgar woman in the face of it.

Finished tidying the dining table, I approached Zaid who was enjoying ginger coffee in the living room. According to the doctor's advice, I should be closer to Zaid, even if I can touch him. Shame still lingered on my chest, I couldn't be that brave. Zaid noticed my misbehavior, wanted to do something but I was afraid to start.

“This is sitting, don't go far. The newlyweds are like enemies.” Zaid pulled my hand to be next to him.

Zaid invited me to sleep in the room because the night had taken possession of the earth, we both walked together towards the same room. The door of the room was open, the scent of roses still thickly filled the nasal cavity, even though it had been three months of drying up in the corner of the room. This time I was afraid to face the first night.

A moment of silence Zaid clasped my finger, again friendly kisses landed on my forehead and cheeks.

“We pray first, Sah.” Zaid invited me to pray two rakaat, it was circumcised before doing husband and wife relationship. Finished Zaid's prayers kissed the crown and prayed for goodness for me.

My tears were dripping, there was happiness I could not reveal. Zaid let go of my face, for the first time Zaid stroked the crown on the head and untied my hair, again I was showered with a loving kiss from my beloved husband.

Zayd helped me stand up. With us to the bridal bed that has also missed the presence of Zaid. Before lying down I got Zaid a glass of water that I accidentally put on the bed table. Hopefully it can remove the stiffness.

A few sips passed by his throat, the glass was handed to me and Zaid asked me to drink the same water. After I put the glass back, I approached Zaid who was sitting sweetly on the bedside. My blood rippled, my legs trembled as only this time did I sit in bed with Zaid.

Slowly putting my head on the pillow, Zaid did the same. Zaid pulled my shoulders to face him, our faces so close that not even the wind could pass through the ends of the united nose. One and two friendly kisses landed back on the forehead.

My eyes closed. Between fear and enjoying the excitement that I have been harboring all this time. Your field is ready, Zaid, so go and work it out as best you can. Just take it gently, don't take it. Relax the good seeds in the fields that you have paused with agreement.

My eyes were still closed, enjoying the scent of roses and the gentle touches of Zaid on certain parts of the body. It was time for Zaid to pluck what was rightfully his, I gave what was his. In the murmur of blood I waited for Zaid's good times to sow seeds on my bench.