The Doctor & Me

Part 9

"Diana... Please open the door." Ifkar knocks again. He has been knocking for an hour since their disastrous dinner. Diana just fled the discussion and lock herself in the room. As much as Ifkar is annoyed too, he could not just let things go down that way. If one is angry, the other needs to tolerate.

Nothing good will come out of both being stubborn. So he tried again.

"Diana please." He knocked until his knuckles hurt. Well he was partly to blame. He forgot where did he put the bunch of spare keys. Or maybe Diana placed it somewhere else but he couldn't find it.

So he waited. Diana needs to come out anyway. She haven't showered and she definitely needs the toilet for nature call number one or perhaps number two as well. As he waited, he cleaned the table and put the leftover in teh fridge. Every five minutes, he goes back to her door.

Ifkar leans his forehead on the door. Trying to ease the frustation he felt. He bang his head on the door while thinking why did he said that. That maybe if he put it nicely she won't react defensively like this. Ifkar feels like it's harder to talk to Diana lately.

She often whines about petty things and her mood can be vastly labile. It confuses Ifkar. Ifkar heard Diana talking inside her room. She called someone. Ifkar tried listening to the details behind the locked door but he could hardly caught the details.

Damn door. Around midnight as he was on his laptop doing some work, he heard the knob turns. Diana is finally coming out. He looked at the wall clock. 12.42am. Yes ! She's coming out. Ifkar quickly leaves his room to find a surprised Diana in the kitchen.

She tried running away back to the protection of her square room but not without having to duck after Ifkar's grasp. She failed. He got her hand in his firm grip.

"Eh lepaslah !" Diana struggles as she tried making him let her go. But his grip is too strong she starts feeling pain in her wrist. She complained angrily, "Eh sakitlah ".

"No."

In one swift movement, she suddenly is in his embrace. His left hand goes around her waist, closing the gap between them securing her from any escape. His right hand loosens the grip. He saw her wince just now. He didn't mean to hurt her. He just wants her to talk to him.

Their faces inches apart. Diana can feel the warmth of his breathing as he exhales. She could not look at him from those angle. She cannot look at those black eyes. She felt apprehended when their eyes locked. He was trying to seize her in his black dreamy eyes, she calculated.

She was careful not to lose herself in those eyes. She never look into those eyes. Her hands were now free and is pushing him in the chest. She felt his hard stout muscle beneath. "Ifkar, let me go." She demanded as they stayed in that torturing hugging position for seconds without Ifkar saying anything.

He noticed the avoidance. Ifkar took her face in one of his hand, a thumb on the chin and his long slender index finger below slowly raising her face to angle him. Her lids still fluttering down. "Hey look at me. Look. At. Me." He nudged her slightly.

Diana finally looks up to him. His angular chiseled face came into view. He is a perfection even in such a distance. The details of his eyebrows, the perfectly curled eyelashes, his angular nose that she longs to run a finger on and his lips. From up close, he is blindingly goodlooking.

This is why I never wants to look up. I see it clearly. His beautiful face fitting for Roman gods. And he knows. He knows that Diana would be starstruck at his breathtaking facial feature. That is why he say nothing. And only looking back at her gawking at him.

When Diana was out of the moment, she turn her face to the side no longer wanting to show her face. She wants to hide from embarassment. Her cheeks feel warm but she hopes they did not give her away. She's not too fair like the Caucasian that she would be caught getting blushed.

Ifkar leans forward. Their head rested on each others. "Diana." He whispered.

"You're going back to your evading self. You won't talk to me. I don't know what you have in mind. Please don't make it hard for me. Tell me what is wrong." He pleaded.

Diana swallowed as he continue. "You are my wife. I love you. I care for you. You said the same but-"

"Tell me. Do you really love me ? Do you care ?" He asked her in his most pleading way anyone wold have melted. Diana melted too on the inside but her composure remain firm.

Angered by her impassiveness, Ifkar drew his face closer. And closer. Until his lips almost touching her. When she realised what he is about to do, her hands on his chest reacted with a strong push. Ifkar was caught off guard. Diana almost got away but his quick reflex allows him to still hold her by her waist.

Ifkar is satisfied that Diana actually was listening to him and not zoning out. She reacted to his almost kiss. "Ifkar, please." Her voice shivers, on the verge of breaking. "I need to sleep. I have morning shift tomorrow."

Ifkar was about to let her go. But then he remembered why he was waiting for her. He needs to know why she is avoiding him. Why she would not call him abang. He wanted to be addressed so. He wanted people to know that she is his wife. And he is her husband.

He wants to feel the satisfaction of being acknowledged as her husband. "Kenapa awak tak nak panggil saya abang in public ? Are you embarassed that I am your husband ?"

"What. No Ifkar. No." She denied instantly. Part of her couldn't believe he thought that way. She's not shallow. She made her choice of marrying him. Should she tell him then ? About that person called Dr Amir.