Apparently, Young Wife

Chapter 90

...****Zahra Fever, Dean Panic****...

It has already been 7 days. It's time for Dean to collect answers. He's been getting ready since morning, but Zahra's number can't be reached. Until in the end, the man chose to go to the shophouse.

In the driveway of his favorite black sedan car, went down the streets of Malang. In the middle of the back and forth the teenage children with their chocolate. It suddenly reminded him of the good times when they were sitting in the High School.

The first time he met Zahra. Bring the new sunlight up by one fourth. Zahra was then standing on the field, with a piece of HVS paper bearing the word ‘maaf’ as a form of punishment for being late.

Zahra flicked her long hair, casually chewing gum. Like no burden at all. Even in the midst of such punishment, she could still smile and tease Dania.

Dean falls in love, at first sight with Zahra's attitude as it is.

The shadow of the memories suddenly disappeared, when the car he drove up in a row of shophouses. His breath was heard before he got out of the car and knocked on the door.

It took four calls, until the door downstairs opened a little. Zahra let out her head, looking at the guests who had come.

where's your “HP?” Dean asked without further ado.

Zahra let out a long sigh, then lowered her head for a while. Dean felt that there was something strange about Zahra, as it was not usual for the woman to behave in this way. Carefully, Dean stretched out his hand, raising Zahra's head to be able to see her face clearly.

How panicked he was, when he saw Zahra's face was so pale. Soon he barged in, looking at the woman wrapped in a thin blanket. Unbasnically, he tried to check his body temperature. Check the forehead, cheeks, and neck.

“You have a fever, Mee!” He felt his hands feel hot. “Come, sit here first!” He quickly grabbed Zahra's body and helped her sit down.

“Why not say it anyway? Where's your medicine box?”

Zahra nodded slowly. His lips were too weak to open, so he could only shake and gesture. As Dean panicked, he climbed to the top, making a cup of warm tea for Zahra.

“Drink first!”

Attentively, Dean helped Zahra who had collapsed, sitting back down. Even the man painstakingly held the teacup so that Zahra would be more comfortable while drinking.

“Have eaten?” Dean asked, only to be answered by the head again.

The man was only able to keep all his frustration, with a long sigh. The only path he could take was to go out to buy medicine and breakfast. However, his mind was deadlocked as he looked at Zahra who was lying weakly unguarded.

“No want!” Zahra tried to gather energy to dodge.

Dean's done with his mind. In the end, he chose to contact Dania and Intan to come immediately.

“Dania is working again, Intan is back here. I'm out to buy the same medicine for breakfast first.”

“Iya.” Answer Zahra lirih.

“Where's your phone?” Dean asked again, to make sure that nothing would happen to Zahra when she came out.

“In room. Make what?”

Dean went upstairs. Go into Zahra's room and pick up the cell phone on the table. The batrai indicator on the phone is red, even only 10 percent left. Akhinya, the only path he chose was to exchange phones with Zahra.

He dialed Zahra's number with his cell phone, then put the phone next to Zahra. Make sure they stay connected until Intan arrives.

“Do not in matiin. If Intan dateng, also not in matiin.” The order sounded very clear in Zahra's ears. Being quite weak, he simply nodded, and let Dean go.

Luckily, in the car there is a cas, and their phone is still a brand. So that Zahra's phone, which Dean brought, could be charged, and they could still be connected.

Dean left for almost half an hour. During that time Zahra just lay on the sofa weakly. Until, he heard the knock of the door from outside. With great effort he got up and opened the door.

The knock that Zahra thought was from Dean or Intan, turned out to be a big one. Zahra was even quite surprised by the arrival of the uninvited guest.

Who is he??

Eing ing enggg

Vote do not forget.

Othor mo munggut sajen. Get ready to mo semedi again 😎😎