"Hanzero" I Love you Miss

Is Hanz my husband.?

Hanzero battered his body with cold water by occasionally throwing his rough breaths. He immediately finished his bath and returned to his room to change.

Staring at himself in the mirror and rubbing his face violently. Back to remembering his wife who has now completely forgotten her.

"This instant I was knocked out of your mind Azka. You were the one who kept trying to get close to me, and now I have to fight to get close to you, and this time you don't like me. It's really heavy." Hanz lamented.

Now he sits on the couch, sips coffee and eats a few pieces of cake that has been prepared is a waiter.

Grabbing her HP and sliding her Hp Screen, paying attention to some of her friendly photos with Azka.

"This whole test of our marriage Azka, when I was happily happy she could have you, you've forgotten me." Hanz said to himself.

He got up from his seat and stepped out towards Azka's room, for a moment he stood in front of the door and slowly opened it, peering inside.

Azka was lying on the bed with Berlanda sitting on a chair beside the bed.

Hanz then entered slowly.

"Sir, Miss is asleep" said Berlda, realizing that her Master was behind her.

"Did your lady eat.?"

"Yes sir, Miss wants to eat a lot." said Berlin.

"Have a rest, Berlanda, let me accompany your Miss."

"But Sir, if Miss wakes up to see Mr. Miss will definitely be angry." said Berlina worried.

"It's okay, it's my risk, go to bed. I know you're tired." said Hanz.

"Okay sir, if you need me, you can call me." replied Berlanda immediately out of her room and closed the door.

Hanz approached Azka who was sleeping, and she sat down on the edge of the bed looking at her face.

"Azka, I miss you." whispered her caressing that face softly.

After a while it was seen Hanz started yawning and finally he decided to sleep on the sofa.

Many times Hanz turned back his body. Fret hanging in his heart.

"Azka, I want to hug you.. Ah. Just a day I can't touch you already this story, then what if this goes on long.?" hanz said, covering his face with a pillow and trying to sleep.

Around midnight, though,

"Swanty,.. Hanz...Hanz..!!!" Azka was delirious and kept calling out Hanz's name .

Hanz who was still asleep was immediately aware when he heard Azka calling his name, he immediately approached Azka.

"Azka, you're dreaming..!! Azka is aware. " Hanz kept trying to wake his wife.

"Hanz, don't leave me. Hanz.. I love you, Hanz..!!" Azka kept on raving.

"Azka, I'm here. I'm not leaving you. Azka. realize it ."

Azka suddenly opened her eyes, she was very surprised to realize that Hanz was already on her bed.

"You, .. why are you in my dream" Azka said staring intently at Hanz, leaving the man instantly confused.

"Miss, miss is dreaming."

"Yes, dream, you're in my dream. It's weird." Azka rubbed her face.

"Maybe because we had a debate this afternoon, so I entered in Miss's dream, it was just a coincidence Miss" Hanz said .

"Maybe, but why are you in my room. Hey, who told you to go to my room this night, huh.!! " snaps Azka realizing that Hanz is in her room.

"Miss, I.."

"out... Get out or I kick you..!!"

"Miss, I did take care of Miss, I slept on the sofa. Truly Miss, it has been my duty to look after Miss until morning again." Hanz replied giving an excuse.

"Why take care of me, I'm just sleeping, it's weird. Out...!!! I don't want you in my room..!!" Azka immediately pulled Hanz's hand and opened the door.

"Miss, I can't leave Miss, please Miss, I have to take care of Miss." Hanz kept trying to survive.

"No. I don't want to. Whatever the reason. Quick out...!!" Azka pulls Hanz's hand, takes Hanz out of her room, and immediately closes her door.

"Azka. open Azka..!!" Hanz continued banging on the door, and Azka did not care about him.

"Basic bawdy, can his sleep in a girl's room.Indeed he thinks he is who..?" Azka grumbled and returned to her bed to continue sleeping.

"Why can that man be present in my dreams, huh..? Or don't don't let me like it all this time just because I don't remember it right now."

"Gosh...What am I doing.? didn't you forbid me to be bad to her.?" Azka patted her forehead.

While Hanz who was outside the room could only lean his head on door , continued to lament his fate.

"Azka, I just want to take care of you, why do you hate me so much.?" he said softly, arriving at the door of the room opened by Azka.

"Miss."

"Lake in."

With a little wonder Hanz looked at Azka.

"Why stare at me like that, come on in.? Don't you want to take care of me.?" azka.

Hanz nodded and went back into the room.

Now Hanz is sitting on the sofa while Azka is sitting on the edge of the bed, Hanz is still staring at Azka.

"Why do you keep staring at me, you're not in love with me, are you..?" chirps Azka.

"Sorry Miss, I'm just surprised . Why did you arrive Miss told me to come in after Miss kicked me out." said Hanz.

"Because I don't want to make mistakes, Dad told me to be nice to you. You're satisfied ', it's made my father love you more than I love his own daughter." Azka said glancing cynically.

"Sorry Miss." Hanz looked down at his sight.

"You can take care of me, but you can't get close to me, I'll really fire you if you dare to approach me, let alone touch me. You got it.?" back Azka glanced cynically towards Hanz who was still lowered his head.

"Well Miss, I'll be here." said Hanz.

Azka returned to her body, and Hanz slightly glanced towards Azka, there was a feeling of disintegration in her heart.

why are you so rude now Azka, you really changed .

"Hanz, "Azka sat back down and called Hanz who was leaning his head on the sofa.

"What's up ?" Hanz answered immediately.

"Do we have a special relationship before I forget the memory.?" asked Azka, making Hanz confused to answer her.

"We.. Miss , we are very close and very close to each other." replied Hanz , now they look at each other.

"Really,?" Azka seemed to be holding her head. Seeing that Hanz was about to approach Azka, but she immediately recalled Azka's remarks that did not want her to be close to her.

Hanz retreated back.

"Miss, you can't think of anything, so be it. Someday Miss will remember all of her, Miss must not force to remember her. Right now all Miss needs to do is get well soon and after that Miss can learn to remember everything" Hanz said.

"What accident is too serious? My head always hurts if I want to remember something."

"Yes Miss, therefore the Doctor forbids Miss to think hard, now Miss sleep back, morning is still far away." said Hanz.

Hanz, I don't feel like her, but why does my chest always shake when I see her. Who is he really.? And Dad like her trusts her so much that even sleep I still have to be with her.

Azka continued muttering under her thick blanket, massaging her ever-painful head as she was trying to remember.

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By morning, Hanz had already left Azka's room, preparing to go to the office.

"Hanz." Ginanjar.

"For now let me take care of your work with Arwan and Annabel. Focus with Azka, even though Azka has not remembered you at least you have to try to get close to her, so Azka can get back close to you" said Ginanjar.

"But Dad, the office work is piling up. I'm also worried about you if you have to finish it." said Hanz.

"Believe me, everything will be in my hands. I just want you to focus on your wife." Ginanjar patted Hanz on the shoulder giving a slight boost of strength.

"Thank you Dad."

"You don't have to thank me, I know what I have to do. Then I leave first." said Ginanjar.

"Dad.. Where are you going.?" azka was standing behind them.

"Azka, I have to go to the office. There's a lot of work I have to finish. Hanz will accompany you at home." replied Ginanjar looking at his daughter.

"Why don't you just accompany me and Hanz to the office.?"

"Azka, Hanz knows more about what you need, because Hanz was always with you and takes care of you" said Ginanjar.

"Dad, why must Hanz be a lot of female servants in this house. Just change dad..?" azka whine.

"Azka, have you also forgotten what you said yesterday about Hanz.?" Ginanjar approached his daughter.

"Well, "Azka gave up and went back to her room.

"Hanz, you have to be patient and don't give up, I know it's hard for you, but just your patience is all Azka needs right now." Ginanjar said looking sadly at his son-in-law.

"Dad not to worry, I never gave up. I must have been patient to face Azka even though Azka was not currently fond of my presence near her." Hanz replied reassuring Ginanjar if she was okay.

"Yes, I'm leaving first." Ginanjar finally died Hanz.

Hanz could only look at the steps of the man who had always respected him, who used to be his Master who was always obeyed and respected, his, and now the great man he had always admired had become his father-in-law.

Hanz stepped into his room.

Azka was in her room with Berlanda.

"Miss, take a shower, it's all set.!" berlda.

Azka just nodded, and stepped up.

"Berlin." Azka stopped her steps.

"What's wrong Miss.?"

"Do I have a lover.?" azka's question made Berlanda confused to answer her.

"Jawab only Berlin. I'm ready to hear it." Azka said, capturing doubt in Berlanda's eyes.

"I don't dare Miss, better Miss ask Mr. Hanz, Sir can definitely explain." There's no other choice for Berlanda except to just corner her Mr. Hanzero.

"Why should he ever again..?" sahut Azka felt everyone was relying too much on Hanz.

"Because Mr. Hanz does understand all about Miss, both from the personal matter of Miss even once" Berlanda replied.

"So that's..?"

"Right Miss, really. Miss has to believe in us." Berlin tried to convince her.

Azka just fell silent, and went straight into the bathroom.

After a while in the bathroom Azka came out of the bathroom and approached Berlanda who had prepared a change for her.

"Berlinda, I don't want to wear this shirt."

"Miss wants to wear what kind of clothes, let me find instead. "answer Berlanda immediately stepped closer to the wardrobe to look for a change Azka clothes that he did not want it.

"Whatever, the important thing is not to be like this" said Azka.

"This one, is it,.?" Berlanda pointed a shirt at Azka.

"You're how the hell you are, aren't you my old room waiter.? Why can't you know what my clothes taste like.?" said Azka with her sewot.

"Miss' taste is now changing.?" berlanda replied a little slowly and lowered his face.

"Go away, let me find out for myself.!" Azka stepped up immediately.

"Miss don't.!" Berlanda prevented her with a panicked look.

Braaggg.!!

Azka had already opened her closet. His eyes were tracing every closet.

"Why are so many men's clothes in my closet.?" azka asked widened when she realized there were so many men's clothes in her closet.

"That's. it." Berlin is nervous.

"Berlinda, explain it to me. Don't tell me this is Hanzero's outfit." Azka kept checking.

He grabbed the shirt and checked it.

"Hanz, this is Hanz's shirt. Isn't that Berlin.?" Azka kept checking.

"Miss, I'm sorry, maybe I misplaced it. I'll move her immediately." said Berlanda immediately grabbed Hanz's shirt.

"Berlin,. Explain to me the truth." Azka immediately grabbed Berlanda's hand.

"Nona, saya benar benar salah menaruh." kini Berlinda terlihat sangat takut.

"There's no way you're wrong, it's neatly arranged, there's a hanger. Even Hanz's underwear is in this closet. What are you hiding from me. Or don't don't what you said yesterday is true, if Hanzero is my husband.?" now that Azka was holding her head, she kept trying to remember something.

"Aarg..!!" Azka kept holding her head.

"Miss, stop to remember, it's dangerous Miss. Stop it please.!" Berlanda seemed panicked to see her Miss screaming while holding her head.

Azka collapsed, unconscious.

"Miss..!!" Berlin screamed in fear.

"Miss.. Oh God.. How's this..?" without a second thought, Berlanda immediately ran to Azka to call Hanz.

"Master.. Mr. Hanz.. Help..!!" please..!!!" Berlin banged on Hanz's bedroom door.

"Berlinda, what's up..?" Hanz opened the door and looked at the terrified look on Berlanda's face.

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